"Is that so? Superboy-Prime ran into an army of cloned Supermen?"
Deathstroke walked through the labyrinth, drinking a beverage bought from a vending machine by the roadside while silently conversing with Adjutant through their thoughts.
"Just as I expected. Darkseid has Superman on the brain; targeting Superman is his style. But if you really think about it, mass-producing Doomsdays would definitely be stronger than mass-producing Kryptonians."
At least, if Su Ming had to choose a biological weapon to use against Superman, he would choose cloned Doomsdays rather than create a bunch of inferior Supermen and use human-wave tactics against the genuine article.
"Sheriff, Darkseid also cloned quite a few of you."
Adjutant smiled and played the surveillance footage of that group of idiot Deathstrokes for her friend.
She grinned like a fox that had stolen a chicken, probably wanting to see Su Ming's reaction.
Even though the surveillance footage was projected directly onto his retinas through Strangle, Su Ming still wore the expression of an old man on the subway staring at a phone after watching their idiotic antics.
Those moronic Deathstroke clones had so many problems that he did not even know where to begin.
Rather than resembling Deathstroke, they looked more like Deadpools without Healing Factors. He had no idea whether their absurd behavior was meant to be funny or whether their brains had genuinely failed to develop properly.
"The cloning sample definitely wasn't me. I have a guess: Darkseid may have acquired Gene Samples from Superman and Deathstroke over in the CW Universe, but our raid on Soybean Earth disrupted his plans and drew the Hand of the Void's attention. So, for some purpose, he deployed these immature cloned weapons onto the battlefield early."
Feeling nothing but embarrassment, Su Ming refused to acknowledge those guys as Deathstroke.