Earlier, Machine Head had left a death message beside Syed's corpse and framed Deathstroke. Wasn't that like dumping a bucket of shit over his own head?
That had only been a metaphor, though. What Su Ming was doing now was real. He had directly brought in an African elephant with an enormous output to teach Machine Head a proper lesson.
If not for animal protection laws, Deathstroke had originally wanted Adjutant to fetch a blue whale. That would have been truly refreshing.
"Okay, look who's here. Oh, it's Nito. Guess who we wouldn't invite to our party? Some guy covered in stinking elephant shit, hahaha!"
With a snap of his fingers, he had Adjutant send the elephant back so it would not get caught up in the battle. Then Su Ming began giving Machine Head some American-style bullying.
The guy had taken a punch from Little Superman earlier. The armor around his torso and legs had been smashed to pieces, but his two gloves, two boots, and helmet remained, making him look rather mismatched.
Su Ming had seen people dressed similarly before: wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a tank top, yet also rain boots, rubber gloves, and an industrial mask, busily scrubbing their homes with chemicals.
Such people were usually murderers cleaning up after dismembering their wives. Machine Head's current appearance had much the same vibe, except the green fluid flowing over him was not detergent.
"Damn you, Deathstroke! How dare you humiliate me like this? I'm a god!"
Machine Head roared as he floated in the air with both arms stretched out in a "little fairy" pose. He clearly did not enjoy being pranked. Years of living disfigured had left him sensitive and insecure, and people like that were the easiest to provoke.
He was a scientist. His