Though this was a pleasure trip meant to find inspiration, Su Ming was not the sort of stubborn fool who had superpowers but refused to use them. This vast expanse of ruins looked like a volcano had erupted from the ground. At a time like this, if they wanted to find an underground passage and bring people inside, it was best to let Strangle handle it.
Anyone who understood ground-penetrating radar understood the principle, and Strangle was highly sensitive to vibrations as well. So Su Ming merely stomped his foot casually, and Strangle used the echoes to lock onto the underground cavity, constructing a three-dimensional image in his mind.
Recreating everything he saw in three dimensions within his mind was a signature skill possessed by every Deathstroke. With that ability alone, he did not even need to aim when using firearms; simply calculating the bullet trajectory ensured perfect accuracy every time.
Perhaps he could not match Deadshot in ultra-long-range sniping, but everyone had their own specialty. If that guy got into an urban fight or hand-to-hand combat, he definitely would not be able to beat an old Deathstroke either.
"This way. Follow me." Su Ming took the lead, using a massive broken wall amid the ruins as cover as he beckoned everyone to follow him deeper into the blaze.
The police's attention was now entirely tied up by Saburo Arasaka's death. As long as they entered the server room deep beneath Arasaka Tower, even if they encountered resistance and the guards raised the alarm, the police would not be able to rush back immediately.
Su Ming actually wanted to trade blows with MAX-TAC and see what they were made of. He had heard that all of them had once suffered from Cyberpsychosis, though he did not know if that was