Zha Kang did not even need to think to be certain of it.
What kind of person was Deathstroke?
A mercenary, someone who walked the dark side—he could even be regarded as darkness incarnate.
The Adjutant was his intelligent AI System, a tool he trusted, but do not forget that the Deathstroke from Origin Earth had always revealed himself, through his words and actions, to be a Human Supremacist.
No matter how much someone like that trusted the Adjutant, he could never give her unrestricted authority to kill. Especially when the people in question were members of Justice League Dark—superheroes.
To put it simply, if someone liked keeping unusual pets, such as cobras or crocodiles, would he give those little animals the chance to kill people whenever they wanted?
Impossible. Human supremacy meant ensuring that, as a human, he enjoyed his rights. And the most important right for a human was, first and foremost, the right to survive.
"It seems you understand very well. Indeed, under normal circumstances, I do not have the authority to kill you without the Sheriff's direct order and authorization." The Adjutant nodded. She even looked at Constantine with a measure of appreciation. "Besides, you are more human than I imagined."
Why did she say that?
Because Constantine's deception was not actually perfect. Zatanna had been saved and sent somewhere safe, but he himself had offended the Adjutant by breaking the agreement. It seemed he had reached a dead end.
The Thing Knocking and Laughing at the Door was still outside. It might break in at any second. Hellblazer had given the woman the hope of survival first.
"Cough, cough. I promised Giovanni that I would look after his daughter. As long as I'm alive, I won't let Zatanna die before me." Constantine spat out another