Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 283: Ch.282 Delivery to the Door

Chapter 283: Ch.282 Delivery to the Door

It was unclear if Cable had figured things out in the end, but Cable himself was also a product of time.

He was a clone of Jean, the child of the Red Queen and Cyclops, a weapon engineered by Mister Sinister, who always believed that Apocalypse would come for him.

However, due to a series of events, young Cable contracted a virus for which there was no cure at the time.

The X-Men sent him to the 36th century, where he received treatment, though half of his body became mechanical.

Having grown up in the future, Cable used time-travel technology to return to the 21st century, mingling with the X-Men. He'd changed a lot on his own.

Any team with "X" in its name had no right to lecture others about time.

"Get in touch with those three women, and M.O.D.I., have them come back. The situation outside has changed, and I need to rework the plan. It's too dangerous for them to be wandering around."

Su Ming didn't care what Cable was thinking and gave him his orders directly.

Could Cable refuse? Certainly not, especially since those three women were Wade's—both sentimentally and logically, he had to follow this command.

People are like that—once they're accustomed to following reasonable orders, they don't question the unreasonable ones and carry them out instinctively.

After a while, when they returned to the guerrilla headquarters, nearly everyone was there.

The X-Men and Halloway had taken advantage of the chaos to raid a German hospital. Phantom stored the supplies in Limbo, then retrieved them here, instantly providing the guerrilla team with a mountain of medical supplies.

Meanwhile, the three women, faces smudged with soot, looked dissatisfied with the pause in their competition.

Wade, who was half-healed like a fermenting pizza, seemed quite content, lying peacefully on the ground while the three women used him as a cushion.

Monarch had also woken up. His face was pale as he held a cup, sipping slowly, his eyes vacant as if in a daze.

Seeing Su Ming and the others return, he stood up.

"Deathstroke, I have something important to tell you."

Su Ming pulled him back down to sit, pressing the cup back into his hands. "You've been casting spells again. I'd recommend taking a break. Even if the demon hasn't done anything to you, your mind and spirit are nearing their limits."

"Remember that car we found earlier? I grabbed some antidepressants from it—want to give them a try?" Halloway interjected, having just finished bandaging everyone up, and now resting nearby.

Monarch stroked his little beard, making a rustling sound, and slowly shook his head. "Maybe later. For now, I can hold on. This is really important."

As he spoke, he raised his arm, and a black globe gradually appeared in his hand. Dozens of bright spots moved rapidly across its surface.

"These are fragments of Namor," Su Ming immediately recognized their locations, comparing them with the map in his mind. All these glowing points were converging toward a single location.

Why break Namor into pieces, only to now seemingly reassemble him?

"Yes, they're all parts of Namor's body. Based on their current trajectory, these fragments are all heading toward Paris."

Monarch chanted a short spell, and arrows appeared to mark the movement directions of the light points—all of them converging on Paris.

The black glow fluctuated in the room, drawing everyone's attention. This unnatural light gave everyone a chilling feeling.

The fragments were coming closer.

This didn't seem like something Hydra or little mustache would do. Zemo had already realized that they were searching for these fragments, which meant Hydra knew too. And with the strong influence of this world's little mustache, he would undoubtedly have spies inside Hydra, meaning he knew as well.

But now, someone was delivering Namor's fragments to them, as if to say, "I know you're looking for Namor. Here, take him and go home."

Very suspicious.

Under his mask, Su Ming squinted. It seemed things hadn't gotten simpler; they'd become even more complicated.

Could it be a trap?

But given the current situation, even if it were a trap set by the opposition, he had no choice but to confront it head-on.

Luckily, his team was strong—Cable, Expedition, and Phantom were all powerful.

The others were slightly weaker but still at second-tier strength. And with the mascot, Domino, even facing Hydra's all-stars, they could hold their own.

"Too bad about that idiot Wade right now..."

As Su Ming calculated his side's strength, he suddenly noticed Wade being used as a cushion by the three women. He lay sprawled comically on the ground, the white patches on his mask forming crescent shapes, looking strangely satisfied with a mischievous grin.

Damn, already back to his antics the moment his bones and muscles healed a bit? Good thing he can't talk yet.

Su Ming walked over and stomped on him, leaving a black boot print on his head.

The enemy had delivered Namor for some reason, so he had no choice but to accept. His next plan of action needed to change.

First, they'd split into groups. Since Namor's arrival could be a massive trap, it'd be safer for several of them to go retrieve it together.

At the same time, they'd need to form a second team to keep the German forces in the city occupied while the first team retrieved Namor's fragments. Even if it came to street fighting, they'd need to withstand aerial and ground attacks, requiring considerable strength.

Only Su Ming could transform into Captain America. Steve naturally drew aggro, so Su Ming would handle distracting Zemo and the Germans in the city, bringing along Expedition, Boom, Time Siphon, and Phantom as backup.

Everyone else would go after Namor's fragments, with Cable leading and Monarch guiding them.

As for the Howling Commandos, Peggy, and Nick, they weren't even considered—too weak, not useful.

"Listen up, everyone." He clapped his hands to draw the attention of the superheroes. "The situation has changed."

He shared his analysis and, without waiting for their input, outlined his plan.

With the enemy's situation unclear, this was a relatively safe solution.

Only Rogue seemed a bit confused—weren't the X-Men here for some other mission? Why did it feel like they'd been dragged onto a different track entirely?

She glanced at Phantom, who remained expressionless. Mary shifted her eyes but kept her questions to herself.

The crypt was utterly silent. The faint light from the oil lamps made each person's shadow flicker continuously, and no one raised any objections.

They had already decided to help before, so they would naturally see it through to the end. There were still a couple of hours left before Namor's fragments reached Paris from all over the world, giving them a bit of time to rest.