Watching the Angel's departing back, Deathstroke fell silent for a moment. There was something in his eyes, but Kitty, crouched on his shoulder, could not make out what it meant.
In the empty city, only the occasional sound of wind could be heard. Los Angeles might have been the safest city in this incident, because almost nothing had changed from normal here, aside from the sky being blanketed by dark clouds.
Demons peeked out from the pitch-black alleyways, but quickly withdrew after seeing Deathstroke. Other than that, it was hard to spot another living thing on the streets.
Why was there no one on the streets? This was probably Lucifer's arrangement. If he wanted everyone to stay home and take shelter, he could easily alter people's minds with his power.
Satan was simply skilled at manipulating people's hearts.
Though his pride always made him feel that doing so was a form of cheating, making his game with humanity far too easy, some abilities still had to be used when the time came.
"What are you thinking about, Deathstroke?" Unable to figure it out herself, Kitty simply asked directly, rubbing the side of her cool little belly against the man's face. "Things are looking good now, so why don't you seem very happy?"
Little animals had that sort of ability. They seemed capable of sensing human emotions, or perhaps they were simply perceptive?
"Mm, things are obviously going a little too smoothly." Su Ming turned and inhaled a lungful of cat. Soft fur always felt wonderful. Then he looked at Deadpool. "Wade, stop scrubbing for a moment. What do you think about this?"
Although Deadpool had climbed out of the huge wooden tub, the chili oil was still all over him. He was currently bathing with a bottle of mineral water,