In just a few sentences, Deathstroke discovered another advantage Skilled Worker Jack had: he was immune to Deadpool's "Disgust."
An ordinary person might vomit themselves unconscious just from seeing Deadpool without his mask, let alone stand beside him eating boxed lunches while chatting with him.
This was probably an invisible perk of Jack's special ability. Whether it was unclogging sewers, fixing toilets, hauling manure for fertilizer, cleaning corpses, or any number of filthy jobs, he could do them all—and he was skilled at every one. He had probably encountered more disgusting things than everyone present combined.
Unfortunately, it was not very useful for their current situation.
So Su Ming looked at Cockroach again. He took the glass jar from Tracy, tossed a lit cigarette inside, offered one to the Prophet as well, and asked, "How is it, Ezekiel? Can you still sense the location of the target we're looking for from here?"
"Mm. Go forward."
Cockroach curled one foreleg around the cigarette, brought it to his mouth for a puff, exhaled a tiny smoke ring, then pointed Deathstroke in the right direction.
He was a Prophet, after all. He was not relying on instinct; this was an ability bestowed by God, the one true God.
"Fine, then let's keep moving." Su Ming removed Cloak and spread it flat before them, gesturing for everyone to get on. "The Hand of the Void has held up the Multiverse Drop Pod Blank sent after us. We can use this chance to shake off her pursuit and search for the target."
As he said that, Su Ming turned to glance at Thanos. The purple giant had been quiet for quite a while now. That was strange—hadn't he been in a hurry before? Why was he no longer urging them on?
It turned out that