If he did not open the door, Van-Zee would remain in an Undetermined State—neither alive nor dead. Only when Su Ming pushed the door open and observed the situation inside could he reach a conclusion.
"So this is the day I turn a stealth operation into a frontal assault." Su Ming made a dry joke, shook his head lightly, and reached out to push open the door.
He had originally sought Van-Zee merely to ask whether he knew anything about Rao. But Van-Zee had clearly met with trouble now, which greatly increased the odds that he had been silenced for knowing too much. Su Ming had to find him—dead or alive. Even a scrap of brain matter would do.
Even if he truly had been framed, it did not matter. Though he was surrounded by a city full of Kryptonians, with Kryptonite in hand, there would always be a way. It might just end up looking a little embarrassing.
As long as he did not slaughter Kryptonians indiscriminately, he could explain it to Clark.
The office door opened smoothly at a push. The furnishings inside were simple, all in the typical Kryptonian white style: white desk, white chairs, white bookshelves, even the lamp on the desk emitted white light.
The office connected to a small bedroom, which contained a tiny bathroom and a small white bed. At that moment, a large pool of blood stained the floor beside the head of the bed.
"Get to work, Infernape."
After glancing back down the corridor and finding no one leaping out to frame him, Su Ming did not hesitate. He used the Power Ring to project an isolation barrier and soundproof the room, then tossed the gorilla inside.
It was better to leave crime-scene investigation to a professional. Deathstroke himself was a