"Did you find anything?"
As an ape who had met Wade, Bobo's threshold for disgust was clearly much higher. Compared to Little Superman's unrestrained behavior after learning AI image editing, he cared more about the results of those actions.
With a pop, Little Superman pulled his hand from the headless corpse's chest cavity and pinched a bean-sized object between his fingers as he answered:
"I found something. Machine Head had gallstones."
As he spoke, he held up the little stone for everyone to see, raising his eyebrows as though expecting a reaction to his joke.
The gaps in the clouds were gradually closing, and the last ray of sunlight shone down through the tear in the sky. Little Superman's gleaming white teeth sparkled, as did the bloodstained stone in his palm.
"Heh." Detective Chimp gave an awkward yet polite smile.
That style of joke was too dark. Probably only Deathstroke could appreciate it. For everyone else, wasn't it a bit much?
"Giggle, giggle, giggle, you're so funny." To everyone's surprise, Albera laughed too. Even while holding a bottle of wine, she did not forget to give Little Superman a thumbs-up. Clearly, she liked this kind of dark humor as well.
After all, she often went to Hell to have fun. Over there, things like disembowelment, gouging out eyes, and ripping out hearts were just minor tricks. She had long since become immune to bloody scenes and could even find amusement in them.
"Looks like there's no intelligence left in his stomach." Deathstroke glanced at the sky, then at the rainforest gradually being swallowed by darkness again. He walked over to Jesse and patted her back. "Stop throwing up. Here, rinse your mouth and calm down."
"Whew! Whew!"
Taking the bottled water Deathstroke handed her, the girl tried hard to take