Going down the stairs, two guys in identical armor wandered around Bat’s company flagrantly, completely ignoring the surveillance caras on the way.
Su Ming arrived at the rooftop and was unsure of the situation, but seeing Cindy unconcerned, he guessed it was an intentional move to draw out Bat Heroine.
When they reached Briss Vane’s office, Cindy casually smashed the liquor cabinet and grabbed two good bottles of wine, completely ignoring the shrill alarm.
She opened a bottle, took a sip, smacked her lips, and nodded.
She tossed the other bottle to Su Ming, and then they both briskly walked into the elevator, heading straight down.
Under normal circumstances, Deathstroke wouldn’t take the elevator; if soone cut the power, they could be trapped or fall with the elevator.
But seeing Cindy walk in naturally without worry, he said nothing and followed her in.
The fact that she was so confident ant she must have already dealt with all the guards downstairs.
His brain could imdiately deduce this, far better than before he crossed over. If he had a brain this good back then, he might have attended any school on a scholarship, right?
"Ding!"
The elevator arrived at the first floor, and the two stepped out, only to see a chaotic scene in the lobby, with over a dozen security guards lying around, their fates unknown, and much of the furniture and decor smashed onto the floor. It looked like Cindy’s handiwork.
Su Ming looked around; so of these guards were stunning beauties. No wonder Vayne Group hired them—they even know how to dress up.
He still wasn’t quite used to this world where won were dominant, still judging them based on their looks.
"Let’s go; they’re all alive."
Cindy saw Su Ming standing in the ss and couldn’t help but urge him. She made sure to leave these guards alive so they could complain to Briss.
Even though the likelihood of Bat Heroine appearing was slim, it was worth a shot—after all, dealing with these guards wasn’t hard.
"Did you drive here? Know where Harley is?"
"Of course, as for Harley, she’s probably still mixed up with Jester’s circus, right?"
The two of them walked through the shattered glass doors into the dark rain, where so ghostly won were lurking at the street corner, watching. But seeing Deathstroke erge, they scattered like birds.
They only wanted to steal so things or information while Vayne Group’s security was down. If this was Deathstroke at work, it was better to stay away.
Cindy’s car was parked across the road, just a regular Arican Jeep, ssy inside—not with trash but with too many weapons. There was a pile of rocket launchers and two huge ammo boxes on the back seat.
Even now, in the passenger seat, Su Ming found a grenade under him after he sat down. He took it from under his butt and handed it to Cindy.
"Your grenade."
"No, it’s your grenade." Cindy glanced at him, snickering behind her mask, and turned the key, starting the car: "Trying to seduce won’t work. I only work for money."
Su Ming’s eyes widened beneath his mask. Damn it, seducing? He just wanted to return the grenade...
"Right, this world is reversed. Here, n are the weaker party, and won are usually the ones pursuing n, giving them flowers and gifts, and n ’marry’ them..."
Su Ming shivered at the thought. It was unsettling; when he considered it, his previous action was indeed a bit suggestive.
If it were the original world, and a woman pulled a cylindrical object from under her butt for him, he’d think it was suggestive too...
"No, I didn’t an that, it’s just... a different world takes so getting used to."
"Oh, oh."
Cindy replied perfunctorily, starting the car.
The car sped through the rain on the street, streetlights outside flickering light and dark in the cabin. Cindy seed familiar with the roads, while Su Ming prepared weapons on the side.
Yes, weapons.
If they’re looking for Harley Quinn, it proves they’re not facing world destruction, but they must storm into Joker Gang’s territory.
Those fanatics blindly worshiping Joker lack reason; if they can’t be knocked out, these guys would happily blow themselves up with you.
Joker once used a toxic gas that caused people to laugh themselves to death—laughing gas, which those lunatics still carry.
The two guns on his thighs, Su Ming didn’t plan on using them. He wasn’t ready to kill yet; just knocking out was enough. The stun effect of his staff was pretty good.
"Even the guards carry batons; could it be because of this that I ended up in Deathstroke’s body?"
But if it was just a staff, getting ready didn’t take much ti, and the two soon fell into silence.
"I don’t like Gotham. This city... is a bit too crazy."
Su Ming didn’t know why, whether it was nerves or fear of sudden silence, he started a conversation.
"Why?" Cindy curiously glanced at him: "I rember being quite popular here."
"Oh, of course, I an, too... It’s just that don’t you feel our straightforward style doesn’t quite fit this city? The people here don’t think like us."
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