The invisible Deathstroke stood not far behind The Deep with Bobo in his arms, spying on the "gray-market goods" as he communicated with the fish.
That was right. The Deep's superpower was talking to fish. As for who that was meant to allude to, those who knew, knew.
His defining trait was that he was an idiot. A complete idiot, as though he lacked even the most basic understanding of society. He lived only in a world of himself and fish.
Put simply, his mental issue was a warped sense of self. He thought he was a fish.
That was why he disliked humans and only liked fish. Even when he committed certain atrocities, his targets were fish—for example, he had once forced himself on a dolphin, and occasionally used sea cucumbers to get off.
But had he ever done anything bad to people? Apparently not. Just as fish generally did not cross paths with birds.
Perhaps because he dealt with fish too much, his IQ had also approached that of a fish without limit. This was exactly that kind of situation.
Su Ming looked at the red "peanuts" he had fed the fish, then followed the trail they had left across the floor. The Mercenary quietly floated toward a corner.
There was another small pile of the same red granules on the floor there. Behind a nearby potted plant lay an overturned little iron box, as though someone had carelessly kicked it there.
He reached out, turned the metal box over, and saw a line of English written on it in red paint:
"Poison Bait Inside."
Besides that, the box had a red flaming skull drawn on it, along with an illustration of a Mouse lying on its back with all four paws in the air, X's for eyes,