"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I have something to tell you." The blue light had already lit up here when Old Zheng reached out and grabbed Deathstroke's arm again, his expression turning serious.
Seeing that look on him, Su Ming raised an eyebrow and simply stopped to ask, "Oh? Have you finally decided to find yourself an alien wife? Fine by me. Though I hate aliens, I only hate male extraterrestrials. There are plenty of pretty alien women, and there's no reproductive barrier between them and Earthlings either. Tell me what kind you want—how many arms and legs—and I'll have Adjutant start looking around for you."
Zheng Xian immediately wore an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?" Speechless, he stamped his foot so hard that his black leather shoe nearly burst at the seams. "You call that a serious matter? Stop changing the subject. Tell me, did you kill the Celestials this time?"
"Well, well. The S.P.E.A.R. Agency's intelligence capabilities have improved. I killed a team of Creator Lords in Gods' Quarry, then took out more than two hundred Prime Celestials in the Beyond Realm. I've only been back on Earth for a few hours, and you already know? When did you master faster-than-light communication technology?"
Su Ming was curious. He did not recall the S.P.E.A.R. Agency possessing that level of technology. If they could really extend their reach into those places, they would not need to hitch a ride on Deathstroke's ship for the Great Voyage Project.
With faster-than-light communications, they could contact aliens. They could negotiate with any party and trade some resources for a spaceship.
It might not be new, but even a secondhand spaceship would be enough to roam the stars and fly to the edge of the universe.
Of course, a