"Barry, make a bonfire here, the kind that can roast a whole cow."
Su Ming threw down his lighter and cigarette, stripped off his disguise, revealing the black and yellow intertwined armor underneath.
Barry turned his head to look at the nearby cross-shaped tombstone, though slightly damaged, at least it was still clean.
"Uh... are we really going to barbecue in front of soone’s grave?"
"Of course, this is for the sake of this world."
Su Ming took out a small bat-shaped oxygen tank, lifted his helt to put it in his mouth, then fastened his helt again, answering him vaguely.
"Sigh... I feel like I won’t be able to face our world’s Sea King properly after this."
Although Barry said this, his body was very honest. In just a mont, a large pile of wood appeared before his eyes, stacked into a huge bonfire. He even found gasoline from sowhere and was pouring it over the wood.
Seeing him obediently following orders, Su Ming couldn’t help but marvel at how effective righteous authority was, even making superheroes obedient.
No matter if the action aligns with Barry’s values or not, at least he doesn’t have strong opinions and won’t obstruct. Using the excuse of world safety works like a charm every ti.
He let Barry prepare on that side while he walked to the dock and plunged into the water.
Ci’en Port isn’t a major port. To be precise, there aren’t even a few ships here. Ci’en Town is on the other side of the cliff, where there’s a place for townsfolk to dock. This is just a harbor for sheltering ships during hurricanes, a great geographical location, but usually not used.
This was his first ti diving in a suit, and with prothium-made armor, the weight made him sink to the seabed almost imdiately.
It’s just morning now, and the weather here is much better than Gotham’s, but the seabed was still pitch-black. Through the red lenses of his mask, all he saw was a red-tinted scene.
There were so old fishing nets, a few broken sunken ships, and so coral and seagrass. He could feel the water currents affecting them, everything seed to be gently swaying.
His target was fish, not ordinary fish, but big fish.
Sea King can communicate with sea creatures; he especially loves seahorses, as they are his steed. Besides that, dolphins and sharks are also his friends because their brains are large enough and smart enough to play with him.
In truth, the product of Maine is more about swamps and alligators, which are not Sea King’s friends. Maybe because alligators’ ancestors were lizard-like, Sea King couldn’t communicate with them.
However, there are also sharks along this coastline, and the sharks roaming around are friends of Sea Queen. It’s ironic how she befriends fish but is unwilling to befriend humans; Sea Queen had a dark childhood.
But that’s Earth -11 for you, the DC World is already quite dark, and this Dark Multiverse is naturally even darker.
While pondering, he swiftly reached out and caught a fish swimming past, drew a dagger, and made a cut.
The cut wasn’t deep but was enough for it to bleed and flee. Using this thod repeatedly, he quickly injured dozens of various fish.
He needed to wait for a few sharks, only by hurting Sea Queen’s friends can he get her attention.
In a place like Ci’en Port, she wouldn’t bring an army, as it represents her human half, sothing Sea Queen always avoids, just as the Sea King in the Main World does.
Atlanteans have a strong aversion to Earth Surface People. The first few years after Sea Queen ascended to the throne, so people thought she was not fit to be Sea King, simply because of her impure bloodline. Later, her rule stabilized through sheer force, but she wouldn’t want others to see her humble past.
Thus, Su Ming chose Ci’en Port not only because it’s her hotown, where her father’s grave is, but also because it’s the only place guaranteed she won’t bring an army.
Sharks can sll blood from 200 kiloters away in seawater, and they co in groups to hunt. Su Ming was now using a massive amount of fish blood to lure them.
Briss’s Bat Oxygen Tank lasts a long ti, giving him ample ti to patiently wait, leisurely killing fish and admiring the mundane underwater scenery. Ti passed swiftly.
About ten minutes later, so huge black shadows with arrow-shaped tails were seen swimming from afar.
"Here they co."
He put away the dagger and switched to a long sword, now aiming for a one-hit kill.
Sharks, after all, are just fish with very limited intelligence. Coupled with Deathstroke’s armor being black and yellow, orange is a warning color to sharks. It doesn’t an they will avoid it on sight, just that they won’t actively attack.
They swam around with their mouths wide open, densely packed sharp fangs overlapping, preying on the injured fish as the seawater gradually beca murky.
"These sharks are quite plump; if the Japanese saw them, they’d probably drool."
Japan holds 40% of the world’s deep-sea fishing output; they eat everything from whales and dolphins to sharks.
He thought so in his mind, but his hands were quick.
As a shark swam nearby, he suddenly propelled himself off the seabed like a torpedo, demonstrating the imnse power of a modified person. He tightly embraced the shark’s head, gripping the long sword in a reverse grip, and stabbed down forcefully from the top.
The shark struggled a bit but soon was motionless.
He used the sa thod to kill another, then dragged the two sharks by their tails, treading on the seabed to return to the shore. Cold seawater trickled from his armor, and the bright red shark blood stained the shoreline pebbles.
Dragging the two sharks to the bonfire on the mountaintop where Barry was adding more wood.
"Alright, find a place to hide. When Sea Queen arrives, use the feigned eastward attack tactic." Su Ming pointed at the nearby lighthouse, signaling him to act accordingly.
Barry looked at the two big sharks, each longer than his height, with dense teeth like rows of saws, their green-black skin shimring with water light.
"Hmm... since the fish are dead, make sure to grill them nicely later."
Su Ming nodded helplessly in agreent, as it’s almost impossible to make shark at taste good... He donned the Sharp Claw disguise again, cut down two small trees, skewered the sharks like kabobs, and planted them by the grave at the bonfire.
With such a huge shark being cooked this way, who knows if it’ll be well-done, but Westerners love their steaks rare, so fish steaks should be similar, right?
He knew, at this mont, countless eyes in the water were watching him, and soon these fish would go complain to Sea Queen.
Looking around, this place atop the cliff offered a wide view, the gentle breeze bringing a true sense of camping. He even fetched a chair from Sea Queen’s old ho and a tabletop, sitting vigil by the grilling fish.
The tabletop was dismantled from an ordinary dining table, which he used as a large fan to direct the smoke towards the sea intentionally.
The fat from the sharks dripped onto the bonfire, making crackling sounds, as the flas constantly licked the sharks’ bodies, and a strange aroma began to spread around.
Su Ming fanned the flas with one hand, continuously adjusting the angle of the roasted at, but his eyes hidden behind the Owl Mask constantly stared at the vast ocean.
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