News of the "demolition" at Vought International's building had apparently spread, so the press conference at Su Ming's own place could no longer continue.
But that was fine. They had reached the Q&A session anyway. Since the reporters were eager to rush over to the ruins of Vought International for firsthand news, he might as well let them come.
As for the hired onlookers brought in to make up the numbers, feeding them lunch at the company and handing out some ballpoint pens or little plastic fans would be enough to send them on their way. The Russian girls could handle the arrangements.
After cutting off the broadcast feed, Su Ming quietly waited to see what the Clones would do next. Darkseid had probably acquired the complete cloning technology already, but he could not be allowed to take it away without paying a price.
Ideally, Desaad would be left behind. That would make Darkseid's deal a loss.
If Su Ming had to weigh the options, though—say, trading Monark's life for cloning technology—he would absolutely refuse. That would be such a loss he would be left without even his pants.
Trading a powerful right-hand man for technology that mass-produced minions was no different, especially when that man was someone like Desaad, capable of leading domestic affairs, foreign affairs, and scientific research alike.
If he could kill him, it would be like cutting off one of Darkseid's hands.
Deathstroke remained perfectly still, waiting for what came next. He had long since used Strangle to stop his own heartbeat. Neither Homelander nor the Clone Supermen could detect him lurking nearby.
By now, the wail of fire engines could faintly be heard. As a major corporation in the city, Vought International naturally received special attention.
But this fifty-two-story building was clearly beyond saving. All