Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 321: Ch.320 Forced Bargaining

Chapter 321: Ch.320 Forced Bargaining

To the members of the Suicide Squad, Deathstroke was considered a traitor. Not because he betrayed teammates or secretly plotted against them, nor due to any sense of national duty or justice.

It was because he had a way to disable the bombs in their heads, yet when he escaped, he didn't take them with him.

Killer Croc was the first to roar and charge at Deathstroke, raising his claws, attempting to grab and bite him.

"Traitor!"

But for the sake of his teeth, Su Ming thought it would be best if Croc didn't try biting through Promethium alloy armor.

"Stranglehold."

The symbiote immediately understood Su Ming's tactics. It slipped out from beneath the armor, blending into the ground and mimicking the floor's color, spreading across the hallway like a carpet.

When Killer Croc charged forward and stepped onto it, it swiftly pulled away...

Killer Croc slipped, landing flat on his back. Su Ming wasn't about to let him get up. The Godslayer sword instantly transformed into a long-handled war hammer, which he brought down hard on Croc's head.

"Duang!"

The loud echo reverberated down the corridor.

If it were an ordinary person, their head would have been smashed. But Killer Croc could be seen as a green-skinned version of Aquaman. Though lacking the blond hair, he made up for it with a healing factor.

This hit would only knock him out for a while.

The Godslayer slowly reshaped into its curved sword form in Su Ming's hand. He stepped over the fishy-smelling Croc and continued forward, exuding an intimidating presence.

"I told you to come at me together. Don't you understand?"

Deadshot and Rick Flag opened fire, but Su Ming simply drew his pistols and shot down their bullets mid-air, sparks flying in the empty space between them. Deathstroke's pace remained steady, unyielding.

"Too weak. I could keep this up with you all day."

When dealing with Deadshot, Batman's tactic always worked—rush in and smack him on the back of the head.

Su Ming had the same idea. In this cramped space, Diablo and Killer Frost didn't dare use their powers. Their flames and ice would be indiscriminate, so there was no fiery-icy combo to enjoy here.

Katana had decent combat skills, but the sword she wielded—said to house the soul of her late husband—wasn't up to par.

As for Captain Boomerang, just the fact that he hadn't run away was already impressive.

"Cloak!"

The Cloak of Levitation lifted Su Ming off the ground, speeding him down the corridor with surprising swiftness, knocking out the squad members with swift, well-aimed punches.

Particularly Captain Boomerang—he passed out before Su Ming even reached him. A person with skin as thick as his, well, Su Ming could only sigh and let him play dead.

"Harley."

"Hmm?" Harley hoisted her oversized mallet, standing to the side blowing a bubblegum bubble, with no intention of fighting. She simply watched the chaos unfold with a cheerful grin.

"Take me to see Amanda Waller."

"Pop." The bubble burst, and Harley licked the gum off her lips. "So you knock everyone out and then start talking? Your negotiation style reminds me of Batman, hehe."

"Fear, but my version is more authentic."

Su Ming's red-lensed visor scanned over her, grabbing her by the shoulder and moving forward.

Of course, intimidation had no effect on Harley; she was too unhinged to feel fear at all.

"You're not the Deathstroke I know, are you?" Harley obediently led the way, watching as Su Ming knocked out guards behind every door.

"How do you know?"

"Duh, the one I know couldn't fly. When you just zipped down that hallway, it was pretty obvious to me."

Harley rested her oversized mallet on her shoulder, swaying as she watched from the side.

Su Ming tossed aside another unconscious agent and used his greatsword to force open a steel door. "So you don't want to fight me?"

"What? Oh, no. I just like your hammer."

Everything went according to plan. When Su Ming used Nighfall sword to break into the command center, Amanda, being a sharp thinker, quickly grasped Su Ming's intentions.

By the time the Suicide Squad members had recovered and regrouped, Su Ming and Amanda had reached an agreement.

Amanda, always calculating, decided to cooperate. This Deathstroke was brazen and ruthless, ready to cut anyone down at any moment.

His goal was to get involved in whatever the Justice League was dealing with, while Amanda herself was eager to investigate what was hidden behind the barrier. Plus, the interdimensional Deathstroke had proven his strength, making a partnership mutually beneficial.

Smart people don't need many words to communicate.

Though the Deathstroke of this world had also joined the Suicide Squad and caused chaos, Amanda had no choice but to agree to work with this version, albeit with some added conditions.

For example, Su Ming demanded command of the squad.

Initially, Amanda was resistant. Handing over control of her squad to a stranger and having to monitor them only through a screen left her feeling unsafe.

"We already have a squad leader. Rick is an excellent soldier."

Deathstroke's red eye focused on the stern-faced Amanda Waller. She wasn't a good person; in the name of "patriotism," she was willing to do anything.

"Sorry, I don't see it that way."

Su Ming didn't bother with further discussion, pulling out his pistols and shooting Rick in both legs, dropping him instantly. Deadshot hadn't even had time to react, leaving him and Katana to support Rick while glaring at Su Ming.

Su Ming was indifferent to their stares, holstering his guns as he spoke to Amanda.

"Do you have any other candidates for squad leader?"

Amanda's expression darkened. How was she supposed to respond? Su Ming wasn't giving her any choice.

So now, leaping from the helicopter, Su Ming led the Suicide Squad himself, completely unafraid that Amanda would try to double-cross him.

Because Amanda, on one hand, was just as curious about what lay behind the barrier. She needed his combat prowess until the situation was resolved.

On the other hand, without absolute certainty, she wouldn't dare provoke a top-tier assassin like Deathstroke.

She might mess with superheroes like Batman and Superman, knowing they wouldn't kill her. She could use strategies and schemes against them, and if exposed, she could always rely on the government to back her up.

But she wouldn't dare challenge killers like Deathstroke or Lady Shiva—people for whom killing was as natural as breathing.

Otherwise, why could the Deathstroke of the main universe go about his business freely even after leaving the Suicide Squad, vacationing or taking contracts across the world?

After all, in the main universe, Slade Wilson's identity was fully exposed. It would be much easier for the government to go after him than Su Ming, who was off the radar.

But Amanda couldn't know just how much dirt Deathstroke had on the government. She feared a scorched-earth response and had no choice but to swallow her previous losses.

Su Ming was now reaping the benefits of that Deathstroke's reputation.

"Ugh, gross!" Harley spat out sand while fixing her hair. The helicopter ride had not only filled her mouth with sand but also ruined her hairstyle, leaving her colorful pigtails a mess. "Is this the place? But there's nothing here!"