"Enough. Young people lack experience, so it's normal for them to say the wrong thing. Just stay far away when lightning strikes Shazam from the sky, right? Besides, he isn't afraid of electricity."
Deathstroke, who was using cigarettes to cover up the room's stench, waved a hand and signaled Bobo to get back to the point. "Tell us what you found on the body. The corpse has decayed badly, melted down like lard leaking out of a rotten bun. What was the cause of death?"
The ape not only removed his gloves and shoe covers, but also pulled out a flask from his pocket to rinse his mouth. Perhaps breathing had made him feel like his mouth was full of the stench. After swishing it around for quite a while, he finally answered Deathstroke's question.
"If you're asking about the cause of death, I can only say he died from excessive killing. I'm not a professional coroner, just a detective. From what I can tell, this man was stabbed thirty-five times before he died, then shot twenty-seven times with bullets of various calibers. Then he was roasted by fire, presumably through a magical attack. On top of that, he had food poisoning, signs of drowning and electrocution, and ruptured internal organs caused by vacuum decompression."
"Wow. Sounds like somebody really hated him." Shazam sighed, his expression turning utterly dumbfounded.
None of the video games he had played had ever let someone desecrate a corpse to this extent.
"Actually, this probably wasn't revenge. His life was too simple." Donna stood guard by the doorway, sword and shield ready as she watched both ends of the hallway. "What enemies could someone who normally never even left home possibly have?"
"But he must have had some trait that made him the killer's target,