The gorilla sat atop the lofty Round Table, the bright lights overhead making every strand of his fur stand out, limned with a faint glow.
His dark, beady eyes shifted a few times as he looked at the pistol Deathstroke was idly handling. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "So this is the unspoken understanding between you and Batwoman? You switched places, but I can't imagine what she could bring to your 40K Earth."
"The key isn't what she can bring, Bobo." Su Ming finished maintaining the gun, removed the round from the chamber, and put the weapon away. "As long as she's alive, she has value. For example, if we all accidentally kick the bucket, she'll contact my other friends and try to activate the backup plan to resurrect us."
"And?" The gorilla smoked, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his palm.
"And you take this." Su Ming changed the subject, pulled a Tachyon Generator from his utility belt, and set it before the gorilla. "Once activated, this can counter many of Blank's methods. It also ensures that the Possessor and a certain area around them can't be observed by High Dimension beings."
Seeing that he did not wish to say more, the gorilla wisely did not press him. Instead, he picked up the high-tech gadget before him and started fiddling with it.
Any technological device only needed a few moments in his hands before he could use it, not to mention this thing was easy to operate in the first place. Its only drawback was that it was a little too large; for a chimpanzee of his size, he could only carry it on his back like a turtle shell.
"You're giving me this, so we're splitting up?"
He tried using his tie to secure