"Ah? I see." Carol slapped her forehead, an annoyed look crossing her face. "Was I already too late?"
Deathstroke was right. The teleportation points for those tens of thousands of ancient gods were scattered throughout New York. Wherever they appeared, there could not possibly be any Survivors nearby.
Sending Blue Marvel to fight the ancient gods under the pretense of rescuing people had merely been an excuse Deathstroke used to mislead him and get him out of the way.
"Don't worry. Anyone who needed to be evacuated—Wilson Enterprises employees, Superhero family members, well-known good-hearted people, and so on—I had Adjutant teleport them away immediately. If I waited for you people to remember, it would've been far too late."
Deathstroke patted her shoulder, signaling for her to stand with the two sisters, then slowly headed in the direction opposite Tony.
Looking at the enormous crater Blue Marvel had punched out, the flattened abandoned vehicles nearby, and the remains of civilians killed horribly by the shockwave, hanging everywhere like mashed-up steamed pork, Carol sighed. Then her eyes suddenly widened.
"Wait! If you evacuated everyone's family members, then what were Tony's parents and girlfriend that he saw earlier?"
"Shh!" Deathstroke placed a finger over her lips to silence her, then gently pinched her cheek. "I have arrangements. Even if you've figured it out, don't say anything, or I'll have Mary spank you."
"Are you an elementary school teacher? Tattling to someone's parents?"
The woman rolled her eyes, speechless, while silently mourning for Tony.
She had no idea what sort of game Deathstroke was playing, but the person being played certainly would not enjoy it.
"You know perfectly well that I'll use everything to achieve my goals, including personal relationships." Seeing Carol back down, Deathstroke patted her back. "Come on. Let's hide somewhere for