Watching the enormous eyeball get swept away by the spatial vortex before her, Jessica touched her ear with lingering fear.
Remembering that she had been wearing that kind of bomb there just moments ago, she could only sigh silently.
What else could she do? Deathstroke's command was indispensable. Once they left this dimension, he would definitely send over another new earpiece.
"By Odin's beard, how do you have a Dark Elf Black Hole Grenade?" Sif looked at Jessica with uncertainty. It had been a long time since she had seen Dark Elf weaponry, but she still vividly remembered the effects of this grenade.
No one knew where the Dark Elves had hidden themselves now, but their spacecraft technology, Cursed Warrior technology, and the famous Black Hole Grenades had always been threats the Asgardians had to face.
"Oh, this? The Dark Elves invaded Earth before, and I picked it up while I was at it. You probably didn't know."
Coming back to her senses, Jessica made up an excuse and fooled the female warrior. Her expression was calm and casual, as though she really had prepared the explosives herself. Then she turned toward the rear and said, "Star-Lord, go find your gun. There shouldn't be any decent enemies left in this house."
She waved a hand in front of her face. Strange-colored murky slime filled the room, carrying a pungent ammonia stench, like a public toilet in Hell's Kitchen that had never been cleaned.
"You're really something, Jessica." Star-Lord had already turned back into a man when the giant eye was destroyed. When she called him, he was examining his chest. "Introduce me to your arms supplier next time. I actually want both Black Hole Grenades and Sovereign batteries."
Sovereign drone technology was pretty damn good. Their matching batteries had huge