The thing Deathstroke pointed at was high up behind President Superman: the enormous screen above the competition stands.
During the race, everyone had relied on it to keep track of the event.
After all, even if most of the spectators were speedsters, they could not run the entire course alongside the competitors, nor did they have eyesight sharp enough to see tens of billions of light-years away.
"The display? No, are you asking about the arena's broadcast system?" Calvin paused slightly. He had not caught up with Deathstroke's train of thought at first, and as he turned and looked up, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
"Yes, the arena broadcast system. It's pretty well put together."
Su Ming raised a hand and smiled. Using the Force, he removed the massive display from the ceiling and propped it against the huge pile of garbage bags.
"Bobo, take it apart and see whether there's a brand name inside. If cameras could keep following the contestants the whole time, then perhaps whoever sponsored this equipment could help Masked Man achieve the speed needed to ambush Barry?"
Su Ming had actually noticed this unusual filming equipment at the very start of the competition because it looked quite advanced.
After all, if Barry reached top speed, not even Adjutant could monitor where he went. This system could track speedsters, so it was quite useful.
But he had not given it much thought then. He had merely assumed it might have been equipment provided by STAR Labs from some Parallel World. Since they often dealt with speedsters, perhaps they had the necessary technical expertise.
But the Black president had just said that the speedsters involved in organizing the event had designed the track, while he himself had arranged the venue.
So, as a politician, surely