"Wally, come give me a hand. Larry, keep introducing them. I'm listening."
The Chief, who seemed to have turned into a cat, no longer looked remotely disabled. He was practically sprinting across the ceiling, scrambling with all four limbs in antigravity movement so fast it left afterimages. Deathstroke's dynamic vision could directly see speedsters taking every stride as they ran, so one could only imagine what kind of monster the Chief had become.
But wasn't this just a contest of speed? Wally was on the team, so they could race.
Wally hesitantly walked over, his face full of distress as he held out a hand to Deathstroke. "Can I have a mask? I'm worried he'll pee on my face."
The Flash's suit did not cover his mouth.
"Wouldn't an ordinary mask burn up the moment you entered the Speed Force? There's no Ceramic Armor here either." Su Ming rummaged through his belt pouch and pulled out something as though performing a magic trick. "How about trying this?"
"This is... a fish tank?" Wally's expression turned strange. Who carried a cylindrical fish tank around when they went out?
"It only looks like a fish tank. It's actually an ultra-high-tech helmet. Its former owner was a guy called Kang the Conqueror, an old friend of mine."
As he said that, Deathstroke actually grew nostalgic. Kang had not come around to cause trouble in quite some time, and he kind of missed him. But there was still a mission at hand, so he stopped there.
"Don't let the ugly blue glass and its ridiculously outdated design fool you. It'll definitely do in a pinch for blocking pee."
Wally put on Kang's helmet with a miserable expression. Perhaps there was bad breath lingering inside it, because he could not be bothered to speak. The