Strangle found some unconscious people, but it also came under attack from quite a few Liquid Robots. Some staff members in the technology division had been killed. It had arrived a little too late.
Someone had taken control of the contingencies Batwoman had left in the Hall of Justice and pumped Sleeping Gas into nearly every room. Then they deployed some strange robots to finish off the unconscious people. That was probably the sequence of events.
But Deathstroke had obviously arrived too quickly. Whoever was behind this had not expected it, nor had they expected Superboy-Prime to be accompanying him.
So after all the Liquid Robots in the Hall had been eaten by Strangle, no more robots were sent onto the battlefield.
"The bad news is that nearly all the scientists in the technology division are dead. The good news is that I saved the Minotaur who cooks in the cafeteria, so everyone's late-night snack preferences are secure."
Countless black tentacles flowed back like streams toward Deathstroke's feet as he relayed the news to the three people discussing mystical theories.
"Bull is Diana's friend. If he died, Wonder Woman would go berserk." Oliver cracked a tasteless joke, but it still could not conceal the grief in his heart. He sighed. "What a shame about the people in the science division. They might not have been Superheroes, but they were all technologically gifted people with justice in their hearts. This is too great a loss."
Little Superman was somewhat confused, and he asked a question that ruined the mood.
"Really? Did they have any famous inventions? I've watched the James Bond movies. The scientists there could make incredibly cool sports cars."
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Oliver opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it went numb from hanging open and he still could