"I've had that feeling too. But you sensed it long ago? It's probably an issue with the coordinates, though it could also be a feint."
Bobo had known from the start that Deathstroke had not brought Polaris along in pursuit because he suspected something was wrong with Desaad's escape. He had brought the ape along to test the waters.
Desaad had long known that a Father Box had fallen into Deathstroke's hands, so he had deliberately teleported to the location of a trap and lured Deathstroke into following him.
Then, through these cloned cannon fodder, he would lure Deathstroke deeper underground step by step before suddenly detonating some huge bomb at the end, either blasting the Mercenary and the ape to death or burying them alive?
That was how he reasoned it out, and that was what he said.
"As expected, you know your stuff." Su Ming smiled and tapped the ear section of his helmet. "Adjutant, can you still communicate?"
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"Adjutant?"
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There was no response after two consecutive calls. Seeing this, Bobo took a deep breath, his furry face drawn long, but he did not panic.
Instead, he took a puff from his pipe, sat cross-legged on the floating Cloak, and felt around the edge with his furry claws, touching A-Train's bloodstains.
"Mm, communications are indeed cut off. Looks like Desaad only made his move after seeing us enter the cave. What do you think?"
"I think Desaad is pretty good at playing games. Maybe this entire universe has been a trap from the very beginning. His acting is quite good. Tsk, really good. I'm starting to like him."
Su Ming, standing where he was, gave his assessment. He removed his mask, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leisurely pulled a book from his belt