The group watched the villains torture their victim. Wally had chosen a good Time Point, letting them see the whole sequence of events.
The victim had died in the early hours several days ago, earlier than Deathstroke and Bobo had estimated, but it made no difference to the outcome.
The four monsters had teleported into the dead man's room. The four pillars of light looked technological, likely one of the Aliens' abilities.
The victim had been playing a game at the time. Before he could react, the towering Penguin monster grabbed him. This Giant's English was atrocious, as though he were talking with shit in his mouth:
"Are you Ulysses? Are you the Prophet? Are you the one getting in our way?!"
The fat man could barely breathe, and he had even pissed himself from fright. When the other party loosened his grip enough to let him answer, he cried out the classic nonsense:
"I'm not! I don't know what you're talking about!"
In Su Ming's experience, when being interrogated, one must never say, "I don't know." Even saying, "Let me think," or "I need to take a shit," would have been more effective.
Saying you didn't know was often taken as unwillingness to cooperate, and torture would follow.
That was exactly how things unfolded. That strange Deathstroke handed the Penguin monster some instruments of torture, and the Giant let out a perverted laugh before beginning to torment the fat man.
The old man in green robes did not care in the slightest. He went to inspect the computer, skillfully closed the game, and checked the background processes, as if searching for something.
Meanwhile, the Alien threw out a small device that formed a membrane around the room. It was probably some sort of soundproofing technology.
There was not much