Donna was indeed happy to help Deathstroke kill people, but it was best not to let her do it. After all, she was a member of the Justice League. It would not sound good if this got out. After all, there was no wall in the world that did not leak.
Besides, Su Ming did not need anyone's help to deal with a group of ordinary people.
"Here, go on. I'll cover you." Deathstroke pulled out the gun he had used on Gabriel earlier and stuffed it into Bobo's arms. "You've never experienced what it feels like to be Rambo, right? Charging through a hail of bullets. Now's your chance. Here's the gun, and it even shoots blue flames."
But Bobo refused to take the gun. He even tucked both hands back into his sleeves, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
"This rifle is taller than I am. How am I supposed to use it? Besides, lately I've been trying to cultivate a peaceful state of mind. I was thinking of learning gardening, so let's forget about killing people. Still, I can testify that the people in this house probably aren't good people. Their security is set up like they're preparing for a final battle at the end of the world."
Not only did he refuse to take a weapon, but his dark face seemed to have gone a little pale.
Speechless, Su Ming picked up the gun himself, removed the recoil suppressor, took a silencer from his waist pouch, and slowly screwed it onto the muzzle.
"Look at those excuses. Your Oblivion Bar doesn't even have a patch of land. What gardening are you going to learn? So you can play an electronic farm on social media?"
Donna, standing nearby, had long expected Bobo's choice. The gorilla might