"I need to borrow your cat."
No matter how eager Carol was, or what complicated emotional journey she had gone through, Deathstroke was not asking her to join the team. He was asking to borrow the Orange Cat.
The logic was simple. Flerkens had an incredibly mysterious space inside their stomachs, a space that was almost infinite. Anything stored within it was completely isolated from the outside world, as if it had entered another dimension.
Su Ming and his group would not be leaving Total New York for the time being, lest they let the enemy escape. But he still had people outside he could use—or rather, a cat?
They just needed to send someone to guide the Flerken and have it figure out how to stuff the Sea of Snakes dimension into its belly. Or it could enter the Sea of Snakes dimension and eat every snake in it.
Felines countered snakes. The Flerken looked like a cat, so it could probably count as one, right?
In any case, those things would not need to stay in its stomach for long. They only needed to remain there long enough for Su Ming to lock onto Set's location a second time and deny it the chance to use its substitution magic.
"Ah, you want to borrow Chewie? Sure. It's always missed you." Carol was a little disappointed. She had actually wanted to join Deathstroke's team rather than remain beside New York's sinkhole, whose inner walls were as smooth as mirrors, clearing out the minions left behind by the enemy.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the facts would not change. That muscular red-caped man in his underwear could handle everything by himself. Everyone else might as well have been spectators.
Take the Spider-Men, for instance. They had even