"What's the plan, Slade?"
The midnight wind swept through the park. Central Park was Star City's landmark, and its unique pentagram structure seemed to sharpen even the wind. Hela raised a hand to smooth the black hair by her ear, her large eyes turning toward the black-and-yellow Mercenary.
The black shadow landed back on the flying carpet, picked out a few peanuts from the pile of snacks, and ate them together with Strangle. Deathstroke said, "We currently have three leads to pursue: investigate the movements of the many black-robed figures, investigate Death's current whereabouts, or investigate Blank's true purpose. I have different plans for each. Which one do you think we should follow?"
His team was democratic. Everyone could voice their opinion, but whose plan they ultimately followed was another matter.
"Of course we should find my Goddess." Thanos did not hesitate before making his demand. He could not wait to reunite with the Goddess of Death and rescue her from those villains. "You and I have an agreement, Deathstroke. I help you, and you help me."
"I don't really care. I just want to get home as soon as possible." Seeing Deathstroke turn his gaze toward her, Hela stroked the back of her hand and said, "I never turned off my game console. I can't remember whether I saved before leaving."
"I can have Adjutant remotely control it and save your game before shutting it down." Su Ming gestured for Hela not to worry; it was a minor matter. Then he looked at Wanda. "What about you, Wanda? Are the restrictions on using Chaos Magic in DC severe?"
"Mm, there are indeed some issues." Enchantress tried raising her hand, and a small red ball of light glowed in her palm. "Even with your Sepulk serving as a bridge, this