Cyborg had grown stronger, but he always dropped the ball at crucial moments.
They told him to capture a live one, and he really captured only one—a Parademon, at that.
Cannon fodder like Parademons were Biological Weapons created through Apokolips technology. Before their transformation, they could have been any intelligent species in the universe, and Omega's power turned them into monsters.
The transformation gave them flight ability, greater strength, and loyalty to Darkseid.
But the price was that they became extremely stupid, truly no different from locusts or flies. Their brains could barely retain memories. They only followed simple orders or hunted by following the scent of fear.
Strangle crunched through the Parademon's head and found nothing of value beyond shadows of fear.
There were countless Mementos, fragmented and piled together like shattered glass in a garbage dump. They were remnants of its life before transformation, hidden away in the corners of its soul.
Instead, it barely remembered anything recent.
After analyzing it for a long time, Su Ming could only conclude that the order for them to remain here and obstruct pursuers had come from a man. The voice giving the command was not Darkseid's, but he could make even Parademons too afraid to look directly at him.
Still, there was good news. These rear guard troops had originally been prepared for the Evil Thought Nobles, and their commander did not know Deathstroke's group existed.
After thinking it over, Deathstroke sighed, then suddenly smacked Cyborg on the head.
"Why aren't you wearing a hat?!"
He had wanted to scold him earlier. Now that the timing was about right, he casually found an excuse.
"Hiss." Cyborg rubbed his head aggrievedly. He had never worn a hat before, unless a football helmet counted. "Is it because the prisoner I caught wasn't