"Would you be willing to help me kill them all?"
As an Anti-Hero type, Machoke Woman was delighted. She immediately began helping cut the meat. As expected of someone from a poor family, she worked with remarkable efficiency.
"At my level, killing a few ordinary people would be a waste of my talents. It wouldn't be worth it."
Deathstroke shook his head as he threaded chunks of meat onto skewers, his tone turning low and sinister.
"Besides, wouldn't it be better to take everything from them, make them experience all the pain you once endured, and finally drive them to kill themselves in Despair?"
"Hehehe, yes, that's better. What a great idea!" Machoke Woman seemed enchanted by his words. Just hearing Deathstroke describe that prospect, she felt as though she could already see it with her own eyes. She could not help growing excited, her face flushing red. "So how exactly do we do it?"
"Capital should be dealt with using capital. Don't worry, I have some assets too. Even if I had to bury them in money, I could bankrupt the United States Government of Earth-0—and it would all be perfectly legal."
"Then what do you want from me?" the woman asked again. She did not think Deathstroke could possibly be interested in her.
Although she came from a small place and only occasionally went to the United States to rob people, she had specifically done some research online after returning home last night. She also learned about Otherworld Deathstroke and Wonder Woman.
Though they were both close-combat fighters, Machoke Woman felt Inferiority whenever she saw Wonder Woman. Their strength was about the same, but Wonder Woman was slim and well-proportioned, while she herself was a little too masculine-looking. Her face was not as beautiful as Wonder Woman's, either.