Although the GCPD officers were fairly mediocre at their jobs, with even ordinary criminals sometimes causing casualties during arrests, they found it even harder to accomplish anything when faced with high-level crises.
Still, their professionalism was beyond reproach. As soon as Su Ming and his group stepped out of the Teleportation Portal, they happened to see several officers carrying away their colleagues' bodies.
"Not bad, Commissioner Gordon. These young men under your command really have iron discipline." Su Ming waved at the officers, who had clearly been startled by the sudden appearance of several people, and commented with interest.
Gordon took off his glasses and wiped them. Rather than being pleased by Deathstroke's praise, he thought of the officers who had died.
"They were all good lads. It's just that I..."
Su Ming kindly patted him on the shoulder and sincerely consoled him. "There's an old saying in the East: white-haired people send off black-haired people. Since it's an old saying, that means this sort of thing happens often. It's the same everywhere in the world, so you'll get used to it eventually. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
"..." Gordon glared at him irritably without saying a word.
"Oh, looks like you've pulled yourself together. Then let's get to work." Su Ming was unmoved. He headed straight for the forensic workroom. "Commissioner, please notify the medical examiner. If I remember correctly, the Gotham Police Department's chief medical examiner is Doctor Fette, right?"
"I'll go get him." Gordon turned and headed outside to find someone. "But the Justice League had better keep an eye on Deathstroke. Don't let him do anything strange to the bodies while I'm gone."
This time, Su Ming was the speechless one. That made him sound like that sort of person.
Thomas ignored the banter between