When The Maiden God picked up through the Adjutant's connection, Deathstroke was playing with Deadpool, scraping Black Mud off the bar table with their fingernails.
It was a little dirty and pretty boring, but it was fun. It really did feel stress-relieving.
"CAAT created the Crown, and the Crown produced monsters. Hm, interesting. But back to the point—how many monsters did you let slip through?" Su Ming lifted his glass and took a sip. Just as he had expected, the liquor in this world was bland and tasteless, full of impurities.
During their silent communication, Strangle had practically memorized the entire Periodic Table of Elements. That was what the impurities in the liquor consisted of.
But precisely because of that, Su Ming felt this liquor was worth drinking. After all, you could not drink so many radioactive elements in ordinary alcohol. In his eyes, this glass was not liquor at all—it was Nuka-Cola.
It looked black, had bubbles, and burned going down. What else could it be if not Nuka-Cola?
"Uh, seven or eight, I guess. I'm not especially quick with my words, so I spoke a little slowly at the time. Sorry~" Elaine, on the other end of the line, tapped the top of her head with her little hand and tilted her head cutely as she answered, not looking like God at all.
"No need to apologize. No matter which Earth it is, enemies always attack New York in the United States first. That is the Third Law of the Universe I've concluded. So the people who died were basically Americans, most likely your believers. I just want to know whether there were seven or eight stragglers."
Su Ming could not be bothered to argue over what she was trying to do, but he still needed to clarify