They had thought Rao was the target this time. They had not expected another Deathstroke to show up, so Su Ming had stepped right into the other man's trap.
If he had guessed correctly, that magical Deathstroke had known they were looking for Van-Zee, so he had captured him first and planted bombs on the floor directly beneath the room, waiting for them to walk into the trap.
The explosion had come from a Kryptonite bomb, a cheap knockoff with little power. It was far inferior to Luthor's genuine products. Clearly, the other man knew it was unrealistic to blow another Deathstroke to death with a bomb.
But this was a signal. The green smoke and intense light produced by the explosion were what really mattered.
Su Ming's group was currently in Van-Zee's office in Kandor's council building, disguised as members of the House of Zod.
Now that an explosion had occurred here, it was practically a terrorist attack in the eyes of the Kryptonians. The entire city's attention was focused on this place.
Their false identities had not been exposed, but they had now become suspects throughout the city—the kind of lunatics who launched suicide attacks. That also meant the people of the city would not try to reason with them, because lunatics had no need for reason.
Green waves crashed against the Power Ring's protective barrier like a tsunami. Su Ming shook his head with a wry smile. Even amid the explosion and thick smoke, he could feel tens of thousands of gazes crossing countless distances, piercing through the ruined building, and settling on them.
They had become public enemies.
"Using someone else's blade to kill is one of my usual tactics. Whether borrowing momentum or strength, that Deathstroke is no worse at it than I am. I