After being corrected, Little Lucky Ape became much more reliable. He opened the entries one by one, inspected them carefully, then closed them one by one.
Throughout the process, he kept refining the filtering criteria while remaining careful and cautious enough to avoid filtering out the right answer.
Su Ming was always at ease when asking Bobo to handle something. Though the ape was forever saying he was too old and did not want to get involved in troublesome matters.
Whenever he was truly needed, however, Little Lucky Ape would always diligently complete whatever task was assigned to him. After so many collaborations, he had barely made a single mistake. That was rare.
At least for an animal, reaching that level was already quite remarkable. Even Luthor made mistakes, and he was universally acknowledged as a top-tier genius.
So Bobo busied himself with the work while Deadpool kept fooling around and occasionally offering an opinion. Kitty, meanwhile, would smack the Jewish Cockroach now and then and say a few words to it.
They all had their own tasks and their own pace of work.
That left Deathstroke free to drink, smoke, and wait for the results.
About five minutes passed. Su Ming had not timed it precisely, but just as he was on his third beer, Bobo slapped his thigh with a smack and jumped up from the bar counter.
"Found it! Slade, I found it! See if this is the one?"
As he spoke, the thick book moved before Deathstroke, and the floating words moved with it, as though someone were relocating a projector.
After putting out his cigarette and pocketing the butt, Su Ming set down his glass and opened his eyes to examine the floating text. He immediately confirmed that Bobo's judgment was correct.
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