"How many times have I told you? Don't throw things around. You lifted up a car and threw it—what if you hit some kids? Even if you don't hit anyone, hitting flowers and grass would still be your fault."
The devilish voice rang out. That standard German did not make Master Man feel any warmth. On the contrary, the sight of that black-and-yellow armor sent chills through his entire body.
Su Ming gently set the car down by the roadside and carefully patted the dust off its hood. The Wilson Enterprises logo had gotten dirty.
If it had been a Stark Industries car, he would not even have bothered catching it. Master Man really had no sense.
This was not Master Man's first time seeing Deathstroke. He knew what this man's arrival meant. Last time, the entire Super Axis, along with a group of Frost Giants, had failed to stop him for even a few seconds, and Iron Cross had been taken away by him.
His teammates generally believed Deathstroke was not human, but some sort of humanoid monster. That body covered in tentacles, and those endlessly transforming weapons—those were things that only appeared in nightmares.
Why wasn't it Captain America? Why did it have to be this monster?!
Master Man was on the verge of collapse.
"Stop him! Stop him for me!"
In order to survive, he immediately ordered the soldiers to block Deathstroke while he turned and fled into the ruined streets behind him. Flames, smoke—anything would do, as long as it could block the other man's vision.
With a thought from Su Ming, Strangle immediately extended countless tentacles from his back. Each tentacle held a gun, spraying bullets at the surging army.
The muzzle flashes and the clattering shell casings hitting the ground wove together into a