"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. There's no sign of CAAT yet. Anti-Everything is tailing me right now, so I came down to the sewers for a smoke."
The cigarette ember glowed in the dark underground space. Su Ming intended to pry more intelligence out of Farys's mouth.
"Still, since you're here, that's good news. Tell me—according to the history you know, how did I defeat Anti-Everything?"
Shooting the arrow first and drawing the target afterward was not impossible. It was also one of the simplest ways to make use of a Timeline. Taking it one step further meant using the powerful means of manipulating causality.
Of course, what the plan was and how well the person executing it performed were two different matters. Even with the same plan, Deathstroke and Batwoman would definitely carry it out in completely different ways.
The Pitcher Plant-like creature fidgeted for a while. It had no head, so naturally it had no expression, but its body color seemed to change with its emotions. At that moment, it turned a pale cyan.
"Sorry. I only know the outcome, not the specific process. Everything that happened to you was too mysterious. To me, it was all shrouded in darkness as well."
It turned out Su Ming's own mystifying style had instead hindered him. Even the aliens of the future still did not know exactly what he had done.
"All right, that does sound like my style. Heh." Deathstroke nodded. Since he could not obtain intelligence from some future Timeline, it did not matter. "So all you know is that when I was dealing with TOBA and Anti-Everything, CAAT ambushed me, and then I died, right?"
"Uh, strictly speaking, you disappeared, Mr. Deathstroke." The Pitcher Plant raised a tendril and gestured in the air.