S.W.O.R.D.'s full name was the Extraterrestrial Civilization Observation and Response Agency, but under Deathstroke's influence, it had become more like a purely commercial organization.
It had become far too commercialized, greatly reducing its military functions. As a result, Captain Marvel, who was responsible for providing "armed protection" at humanity's first stop on its journey, was currently fast asleep in her bedroom.
As director, Carol's quarters were not especially large either. They consisted of a bedroom, living room, and bathroom, totaling a little over a hundred square meters.
When Su Ming picked the lock with Strangle and entered, the woman was sprawled across the bed, a strip of belly exposed beneath her pajamas.
The Orange Cat at the foot of the bed spotted Deathstroke first. It silently hopped down, ran to the door to rub against the man, then gazed up at him with adorably pleading eyes, seemingly waiting for something tasty.
It was not afraid of Strangle at all. After all, it was a Flerken, one of the universe's greatest pests.
"You really can't get fat no matter how much you eat." Su Ming smiled as he took a multilayered cake from his belt pouch and placed it before the Orange Cat, giving its head a few strokes along the way. "Eat slowly. I need to have a chat with your owner."
"Awooo!"
The Orange Cat opened its mouth, and countless tentacles surged out from within its body. They wrapped around the cake and dragged it inside. Food taller than a human vanished down its throat.
Afterward, it continued looking at the man with those pleadingly cute eyes. It arched its back and rubbed against Deathstroke's leg, acting spoiled to show that it wanted more to eat. Its owner could never fill its stomach anyway.
For a Flerken, the size