Using living corpses for suicide attacks was somewhat creative, but Su Ming personally felt they would be even more effective for spreading a Bio-Virus.
When zombies exploded, they could splatter green sludge across hundreds of square meters like flowers scattering from a celestial maiden. Wasn't that more useful than an incendiary bomb?
But for now, they did not even know who the enemy was, much less what they were thinking. They would first see what this clue could uncover.
Cloak wrapped around Hela and flew in the indicated direction while she guided them. Carol followed closely, clutching Orange Cat. She had thought it over and over, yet could not figure out why there would be a corpse aboard her space station.
The station had only been fully completed recently, yet someone had already hidden a corpse in some dark corner. What terrible luck.
Didn't that make it a haunted house? She still had to live here.
It was not that she feared ghosts. She just thought it was dirty.
"Hmm. Stop. It should be behind this door."
Hela pointed at a hatch before them, but it was not a room. It was the entrance to a maintenance shaft for the ventilation ducts.
After hearing that, Carol handed Orange Cat to Deathstroke for the time being. She stepped forward to verify her clearance and turned the red wheel on the hatch.
With the squeal of metal scraping and a burst of venting air, the small door opened, revealing a pitch-black passage beyond.
"When this space station was designed, did no one consider installing lights in the maintenance passages?" Carol had originally intended to plunge straight in, but Deathstroke stopped her and chose to go first, asking about the design as he walked.
"There should have been lights, but it looks like