After emerging from the basement, Su Ming replenished some ammunition from the Man in Black. After all, it's not always feasible to solve problems with only knives and sticks.
He then returned to the police station lobby, where Cindy was waiting for him.
She seemed to be staring blankly at the dark sky outside, letting the rain water flow freely over her body, gradually making its way indoors.
"Are you thinking about the apocalypse?"
Su Ming walked over to her and quietly gazed outside too. The sky was filled with dark clouds, with nothing visible except the bat-shaped spotlight.
Cindy was probably looking at the same thing, as her monocle showed the shape of a bat too.
"Yeah, why do you think our world turned out this way?"
"I don't know. Although I don't want to die, I don't feel any fear inside, just a sense of calm."
Cindy shook her head, then nodded, as if unsure of what she was thinking. She stepped under the eaves and extended her hand, catching a handful of rainwater, which quickly slipped through her fingers.
"After being modified by the military, we've lost the feeling of fear and the reverence for life. Isn't this precisely what weapons are supposed to be like?"
Su Ming's soul came from the reality world. He wasn't someone who went through modifications, but he knew roughly what was going on from the comics.
The issue with Deathstroke was his brain's capacity to think nine times faster than ordinary humans, which caused his rational thinking to overwhelm everything. It wasn't a disease or side effect.
"That's right. But we're not perfect weapons because the military left us our emotions."
"Haha, you're right. That's why they lost us."
Cindy seemed to be mocking the military, as well as mocking herself. Even after being out of the army, some things were changed forever.
She got used to being regarded as a weapon and even thought of herself as one.
At this point, Barbara wheeled herself out of the hallway, stuck below the basement stairs, unsure how to come up. She saw the two standing there but didn't dare to speak.
Cindy walked over and easily lifted Barbara along with her wheelchair.
Barbara, wrapped in a raincoat, held her computer in her arms. She was a bit anxious and nervous, worried about Director Gordon's situation and unclear about the Deathstroke's intentions.
However, the atmosphere was relatively peaceful if she didn't look at the bloody horrors around, so she closed her eyes....
Su Ming initially thought it would be easy to find a car, but when they braved the wind and rain to reach the parking lot, they discovered that not only the minivans the Men in Black had driven, but even several police cars that had been parked here had all exploded. Only the steel frames of the vehicles remained, the charred remnants left with no trace of smoke in the pouring rain.
The Men in Black didn't have any backup, and the cars weren't equipped with remote bombs. The only explanation was that Cindy had blown them up.
Seeing Su Ming looking at her, Cindy shrugged, acknowledging it was indeed her doing. Without professional equipment, she could only assume a signal jammer was on one of the cars.
At the time, they hadn't considered bringing Barbara along. No matter where they went, a unicycle would suffice for her and Su Ming, so she blew up the minivan's gas tank, causing a chain reaction that detonated the surrounding police cars, resulting in what they saw.
It turned out that the signal had indeed recovered.
Su Ming walked over to a police car that still seemed somewhat intact. As soon as he placed his hand on the car door, the four tires flew off, and thick smoke emerged from under the hood.
"This place doesn't have a single good car. Does the police station have another garage?"
He washed the black ash off his hands with rainwater and asked Barbara while shouting to be heard over the wind and rain:
"Underground garage! But... the door needs to be blown open!"
Just as he was about to search for the entrance to the underground garage, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a very 'pretty' van raced up the street and drifted to a stop at the police station entrance.
The van was entirely white, although it looked as if it had traveled quite a distance through the rain, with mud splattered all over the body, resembling a giant dirty face. It had a dish-shaped radar-like structure on the roof.
Nevertheless, a line of yellow letters barely covered in mud could be seen on the van, reading GCTV1, Gotham City TV Station news channel.
"I suddenly have an idea." Su Ming propped his helmet as if stroking his beard.
.........
A few minutes earlier, inside the moving van, a young, beautiful female reporter was tidying her golden-red hair. As the vehicle swayed side to side, she pulled out a small mirror and quickly touched up her makeup. However, the dim light inside the car and the terrible road conditions almost made her poke herself in the eye with her lipstick.
"Oh! Slow down, Pete. I don't want to die today, I have a date tomorrow."
A male voice from the driving compartment replied loudly amidst the sound of heavy rain hitting the windshield.
"You were the one who asked me to floor it to grab the news, and now you're asking me to slow down so someone can do their makeup. I'm your cameraman, not your driver and boyfriend!"
"Hmm, it's all the same. Are we there yet?"
The pretty woman made a pout in the mirror, testing different smiles while nonchalantly answering.
Pete, the cameraman, was evidently used to this behavior from his partner. He knew her inside-out, being hauled out in the Wildstorm at Midnite from his home because she said an informant had tipped her off about big news.