After making an emergency exit from the Dreaming, Su Ming's group was now in a Safehouse.
Of course, it was old Deathstroke's Safehouse, not Su Ming's own. But they were all Otherworld Variants, so there was no need to distinguish between yours and mine.
What was yours was his, and what was his was still his.
This Safehouse was located in a hidden cave within New Guinea. It had comprehensive protective fortifications and ample supplies for daily living. The weapons alone could probably support a special operation to overthrow a government, because Su Ming had even found tactical Nuclear Warheads in the armory.
Old Deathstroke had spent his entire life as a mercenary, and all his money had gone into things like this. Disciplined people were truly terrifying.
Now then, speaking of New Guinea's environment, aside from the beautiful birds-of-paradise in its rainforests, the most famous thing here was the legend of the local Asmat people.
They had once been an ancient cannibalistic Civilization, with eating habits much like Symbiotes. Their signature dish was mashing someone else's brain into a small bowl, then drinking it with some fruit juice.
But that had been a long time ago. Since New Guinea was close to Australia, the people here had mostly stopped eating humans after entering the civilized age. Tourism was now the pillar industry, and as long as you had US Dollars, the local natives could be exceedingly hospitable.
Truly hospitable—not the kind of warmth that involved roasting people over bonfires.
"All right. Whatever trick Blank is trying to play by granting people's wishes, I've blocked off that route for her." Su Ming kept searching through the Safehouse and quickly found old Deathstroke's liquor stash. He checked the labels, then grabbed a can of luncheon meat from nearby to go with