Oshtur said nothing more. She only needed to make sure her "son" had not had his memories altered. Since Agamotto knew what he was doing, there should not be much danger.
Watching him, acting as the foreman, thoroughly berate Chthon in Green Cloaks while the latter merely bowed his head and meekly accepted it, Oshtur had to admit that it was quite satisfying.
When an arch-nemesis was being deceived without even knowing who he was anymore, was there anything more devastating than that?
In any case, after Agamotto docked the Spectre's pay, the unlucky loser returned to his workstation, picked up a screw gun, and dealt with the vending machines rolling toward him on the conveyor belt.
Before long, his eyes became vacant, leaving only the mechanical repetition of labor.
"What was that fish head? We haven't used it yet." Angerboda was more concerned with the item that had earlier been handed to the fool through the Uruk-hai. Her instincts told her it was no ordinary animal head.
It might look like a fish head, but it could actually be a bomb.
She did not think Deathstroke would kill Chthon immediately. He wanted to deprive him of something, so even if it was a bomb, it might be some prank device that would blast someone black without harming a single hair.
"Let's fast-forward time a little, to when work ends."
Su Ming raised a hand and clenched it lightly. As green light swirled around it, he slowly turned his hand clockwise. Chthon's hands on the assembly line became blurred afterimages as they drove in screws, and soon the end-of-shift bell rang.
They watched him leave the assembly line without a trace of spirit. After handing over his duties to an Uruk-hai coworker from the night shift, he trudged listlessly toward