Deathstroke and the others had a car to ride in. Though an ordinary car could not fit six people, they could use a phone picked up from a corpse to call for a stretch limousine.
Still, there was not much difference. A limousine sounded high-end and classy, and every turn of its tires cost hundreds of US Dollars, but at its core, it was still a taxi. Passengers could still chat with the driver, which at least gave them another source of information.
But the other team was not so fortunate.
"There's nothing. The area is an empty city. The interiors of the buildings are a complete mess. This isn't some high-tech method. It looks more like a mass kidnapping by a violent group."
The gorilla followed behind the Dark Knight, breathing a little heavily. He had quickly checked the roadside shops and office buildings just now. Apart from finding a few mice and cockroaches, he had not seen any other living creatures.
Every room he had inspected was in utter disorder: overturned tables and chairs, shattered window glass, chaotic footprints across the floor, and traces of people losing control of their bowels and bladders out of fear.
Bobo was panting not because he was tired, but because he had just tiptoed his way back through filth and had been holding his breath the entire time.
As a detective, he had seen plenty of disgusting crime scenes, but the gorilla still disliked the smell of human waste. No normal person should like it.
Still, disgusting as it was, he had made a discovery. Based on his observations of the scenes, he deduced that people had been abducted by something at almost the same time.
Considering Superman had disappeared not long ago, this was nothing new. There were simply more people