"Alright, since we know it's the Shadow King, Emma, enhance your scan of the Hoover Building on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C."
Su Ming nodded to the White Queen in her pointed hat and indicated the area for the second scan. The Hoover Building had a more famous name as well: FBI Headquarters.
"Shouldn't we be scanning Cairo, Egypt?" Watching Emma follow Deathstroke's orders and scan Investigation Bureau headquarters, Ororo could not help voicing her own thoughts. "Farouk is Egyptian. The Professor and Beast should have been taken there by him too."
Tony and Peter said nothing, because they knew Deathstroke must have his reasons for doing things, even if they could not yet figure out what those reasons were.
"You're too young and too naive, Ororo."
Su Ming smiled, put a cigarette between his lips, and had Strangle light it for him. He took a deep drag.
"The Shadow King has many abilities, but transporting people is not one of them. When he wants to relocate quickly, he usually switches accounts—that is, he moves from one host to another. But he's carrying people with him now. Think about it."
As a senior, Deathstroke looked at the dark-skinned woman with patient, guiding eyes, hoping she would grasp something herself.
Yes, Charles was missing, and the X-Men were all anxious. But could anxiety solve anything?
The key was to calm down and think. Look at Magneto—he stood there without changing expression, so aloof that he did not even speak.
Whether Erik actually understood what Deathstroke was saying did not matter. What mattered was that everyone else thought he understood, and that he had everything under control.
That was how one maintained style.
Someone like Storm, who was constantly shocked and constantly losing her composure, was obviously far too green.
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