To Su Ming, H'el's current form of existence was a little like Kang the Conqueror's. Just a little, not much.
And judging by his current behavior, he seemed to want a peaceful life rather than to rule the universe.
Missing memories? A product of a tangled Timeline? Just like how Kang the Conqueror might have good versions?
But none of that mattered anymore. In the Kandorians' eyes, Su Ming's group was a bunch of terrorists. There was no room for reason; they could only fight first.
Still, H'el really was bold. With so many Kryptonians in the city, he was the only one who dared approach so far. Was he relying on his strong resistance, or did he have some other preparation?
Unlike most Kryptonian warriors, he was a fairly capable scientist himself. After all, he had even built The Time Machine.
It definitely could not have been as useful as the one Luthor had built before, since Luthor did not need any "solar energy." Still, regardless of how practical it was or what price had been paid, there were only a handful of scientists capable of creating something like a time machine.
And where was that magic-wielding Deathstroke version of Old Six hiding and watching from right now? Beneath some manhole cover on the street?
Kryptonite dust was still drifting through the air. H'el was waiting for the dust to settle, and Su Ming was waiting too—for the Adjutant's flood airdrop.
The only question was who would get their chance first.
The facts proved that Wally was still one step faster. Just as Su Ming's group and H'el were staring deeply into each other's eyes, The Flash had already returned to his teammates, and countless columns of water had begun falling from the sky.
It was not rain. Water