In fact, Wade did not need to notify him. The moment the red alert was triggered, Adjutant came online and contacted Sheriff.
When it happened, Deathstroke was hunting—or rather, enjoying the thrill of a primitive chase.
Among the many worlds he had taken over, there were no immensely destructive weapons, no mineral deposits containing super energy, and scarcely even a few people worth noticing.
Though Su Ming could name several of those worlds, recognize their protagonists, and know what stage their stories had reached, there was little point in contacting them now. It was better to let everything take its natural course.
But that did not mean there was nothing good in these universes. At the very least, there were plenty of creatures Strangle had never eaten before.
So over the past few days, he had moved through one Single Universe after another, searching for things Strangle wanted to eat. After all, a symbiote and its host were one; strengthening it meant strengthening himself.
Even extracting the tiniest useful ability would still be useful. Perhaps the accumulation of countless small advantages would lead to a qualitative change.
Of course, it was not that easy. After eating over ten thousand new species, Strangle had only gained better camouflage abilities. The other creatures were too primitive; eating them merely offered a taste of something new, without yielding any useful genes.
Now, on some unknown Earth, Deathstroke was racing across the African savanna against a creature that looked remarkably like a tire. He was not using Strangle's abilities, merely playing with the creature using his own physical prowess—the sort of game where, if he caught it, Strangle would have his way with it.
How strange. How had nature on this Earth evolved a tire-shaped creature? A spherical creature was understandable, but a tire