The full Match of the Immortals was far too long, at least an hour or more, and there was no time for that now. So Howard the Duck sang one of its classic excerpts.
The drones in the sky glittered like stars, fully displaying the charm of Eastern art on this drizzly night, moonless but backed by dark clouds.
"Birds in the trees fly in pairs, green waters and hills smile bright. Plucking a flower with my hand, I place it in my wife's hair. No more shall we suffer slavery's pain; husband and wife return home together."
It was not just opera singing. Adjutant was also controlling the visual effects. On the screen, The Ugly Duckling pulled a foxtail grass stalk from the roadside and tucked it into another duck's head feathers. The latter, looking bashful, led him deep into the reed beds.
Thanks to advances in technology and the sheer number of drones, the scene was rendered with lifelike detail. So although Kaine did not understand Huangmei Opera at all, he was still dumbstruck.
"Damn it! Who stole my weapons?! Use the long-range jamming equipment and bring them down!"
He could no longer maintain his calm, composed demeanor. Instead, he anxiously issued orders over the military network, having keenly sensed an air of chaos and madness.
It smelled like Gotham.
No matter who had stolen those Neutron Bombs, anyone who could make drones put on a light show right in front of their owner had to be a mentally twisted lunatic. Such people lived to have fun, and their actions were the hardest to predict.
However, he issued the order through the combat communications network, and naturally, Adjutant intercepted it as well.
"Kaine's biggest problem is right there. He doesn't know gratitude."
Hearing that furious voice, Deathstroke shook