Returning along the same old path, Su Ming picked the ape back up when they passed the doorway and staggered back to the Sanctuary entrance at the bottom of the canyon.
There were still plenty of supplies inside the Sanctuary, mainly soybeans, but anyone who wanted them could take them. He personally did not care much for the stuff. Even as drinking snacks, fried fava beans were far tastier.
"What's the plan now?"
Night fell, and gusts of chilly wind swept through the bottom of the canyon. The black fur on Bobo's cheeks rippled constantly in the breeze, as though disturbed by invisible hands.
"Brutus is still on this Soybean Earth. Right now, he's preparing to ask his big brother for help. I want to see where Zubado receives that 'request for aid.'" Su Ming tossed the corpse aside and briefly arranged its remains. "Adjutant, have someone hang this body from a streetlamp outside the Gotham Police Department."
Although its head was gone and the hole in its chest made it look as though it could split in half at any moment, Doctor Santo still had fingerprints. The GCPD and Batman would surely have a way to confirm his identity.
To keep the United States military, which had worked with this man, from intervening in Gotham's affairs, the body had to be returned. Let them give up first.
Sometimes, all sides could erupt into fierce conflict over a living person. But over a corpse, most people became calmer, because the dead were not in a hurry and there was time to think things through.
A flash of blue light appeared, and the corpse vanished. The Adjutant would naturally arrange for Synthezoids to handle such a trivial matter.
"Sheriff, Brutus's multiversal communication signal has been detected. The other party is located