Deathstroke examined the corpse. He did not use his Lightsaber, instead snapping a strip of wood off the doorframe and gently poking the corpse's head from a short distance away.
Bang!
The corpse's head exploded, releasing a foul green smoke that smelled like burning shoe soles. Its skullcap flew straight onto the chandelier, and there was not even any solid matter inside the cranium.
Su Ming raised a Power Ring barrier, sealing off the smoke and protecting himself and the gorilla. "Tsk, you were right, Bobo. This person underwent internal combustion. The ignition point was inside his skull. That's not something a flamethrower could achieve."
With that, he tossed aside the little stick. Without a brain, there was no room for Strangle to work its abilities.
"I do have an idea." Bobo blinked, turning his monkey head toward the door. "We have The Flash, right? Hehehe."
The gorilla's grin did not have the effect of making life and death uncertain, but all his sharp teeth were bared, making him look rather sinister.
"Hehehe, right. We have The Flash." Su Ming took the hint and thought of it too. He was never a lone wolf; he had useful people with him. Turning toward the living room outside the bedroom, he shouted, "Wally, get over here! Time for you to shine!"
A red figure whooshed to Deathstroke's side, though he was still muttering, "Seriously? I have to pay for dead people too? Are you planning to buy him a coffin and burial plot? I really don't have much cash left, and you gave me way too many gold coins. I can't accept them. I'll give them back later."
Wally was just that honest. Deathstroke had exchanged gold coins for his American dollars, and though he knew the Mercenary did not care about