"Mr. Deathstroke, could you give me a hand? How should we deal with that big blue guy?"
Seeing that the man had finished off his opponent, quick-witted Jesse ran back to Deathstroke for advice. In the distance, the Blue Behemoth was still wildly slapping at the floors around him, as if he had not noticed that his opponent had already left the smoke and dust.
With both fists smashing into the ground, he fell ten floors. Then, with another stomp, he fell another ten.
He was now deep inside the huge hole beneath the floors, almost at the first-floor reception hall.
The building's structure had been damaged, and the groaning, creaking sound of twisting steel could be heard. Yet he had completely succumbed to rage. He did not even know where his enemy was; all he could think about was destruction.
Normally, the Blue Behemoth was rational and intelligent. He even had a doctorate in physics. But once he entered combat, as his anger built up, he would soon become unable to recognize friend from foe.
"No need. Your tactical assignment has already been completed. The Blue Behemoth has fallen into a complete berserk state and can no longer tell whether we are his enemies.
Earth-8 isn't Su Ming's world anyway. The Blue Behemoth has gone mad, and he might run out into the streets to smash things up later, but that's a good thing.
It means he is no longer an obstacle. Let's consider it his grand exit."
"I see. That makes sense. So... do you still have any of those living chocolate frogs? I want some."
Jesse gave up thinking and smoothly slipped into her usual laid-back mode.
After all, the tactical objective was to defeat the Avengers and then clear up the misunderstanding. That blue giant's crooked