The German forces naturally noticed this yellow and black armored man. They still didn't know what had happened on the surface because although they were stationed in Paris, they were actually just a second-line unit.
Su Ming walked over to Nick's side, standing boldly in the passage without any intention of dodging.
A mutant dog lunged forward; he casually caught it. Some black lines extended from the armor, wrapping around the dog's body and pulling it. In an instant, the flesh and innards below the monster dog's head vanished.
Only a skeleton kept shaking in the darkness, and the dog didn't die instantly.
Su Ming exerted a bit more force, crushed the dog's head, and tossed it aside, patting the Symbiote with some dissatisfaction and transmitting a thought to it in his mind.
"Don't eat everything. This six-legged dog clearly looks like a result of radiation, too filthy."
The Symbiote conveyed a vague sense of grievance, slightly surprising Su Ming. Could it now transmit emotions to its host? It was evolving a bit too fast; he'd have to keep an eye on it.
However, to others, this armored man instantly turned the dog into a skeleton and then patted his own belly, as if still not satisfied...
"Der Flankenangriff!" The Germans on the opposite side shouted out the command, and a dense rain of bullets immediately covered Su Ming.
Unfortunately, these were all ordinary bullets, having no effect on Deathstroke. Each one that struck the armor turned into a small disc and fell to the ground. Soon, a pile accumulated in front of him, resembling a small mountain of coins.
Nick saw the scarlet monocular eye looking at him, with sparks constantly bursting from Deathstroke's body as bullets struck, yet he stood steadily, speaking to Nick in a hoarse, low voice.
"Nick Fury... It's you again. Compared to last time, your hair has thinned even more."
Nick, hiding behind cover, touched his Mediterranean hairstyle with a sense of sadness.
Wasn't it your doing? I used to have a beautiful head of curls, you know? I was known for my style in the SSR!
But as a special agent, external factors had little impact on him. Nick quickly composed himself: "You have time to chat with me in the middle of battle?"
"Why not?" Su Ming shrugged, pulling out his Great Sword from the wall beside him as rubble and dust fell: "You're quite pitiful, being chased around by a team of armored grenadiers."
"They're not ordinary grenadiers; they're modified people, coordinating with bio-monsters instead of tanks." Though Nick felt aggrieved, he still shared his intelligence.
This intel was of little import to Su Ming, wasn't it just half-mechanical soldiers with dogs? What's the difference?
"Heh, the combat IQ of SSR agents isn't too impressive. Did you hear the slogan shouted by them just now?" Su Ming sneered amidst the noise of clattering bullets.
"Yes, it means flank attack in German." Nick's basic skills were solid; he even self-taught German, though it was rarely useful, and a Black man had an even worse standing in Germany, ruling him out of infiltration or interrogation tasks.
Su Ming nodded, sweeping away the approaching monster dogs with his Great Sword, firmly holding the frontline position: "Der Flankenangriff is a tactical term for grenadiers. Even if they change their equipment or modify themselves, their tactics haven't changed. The world war has been going on so long, yet haven't they figured out the enemy's combat habits?"
Nick's mouth twitched; you think everyone's like you? Impervious to swords and guns with infinite strength, dealing with monsters as if eating cookies.
Su Ming saw through his thoughts; Nick, not yet wearing an eyepatch at this time, was still a bit green.
"The main role of grenadiers is to assist armored units in battle, which has now shifted to assisting the monster dogs. So when tanks or monsters charge, they must follow along."
Su Ming casually drew a pistol and fired at the enemy, taking down a few. However, the modified soldiers often weren't killed by gunfire and continued advancing:
"With tanks, you can use radio to tell them not to charge too hard, but can you stop a mad war dog?"
Nick pondered, roughly understanding the idea.
"Is it to sever the connection between the two parts of the enemy?"
Su Ming glanced at him with a look that said 'Are you an idiot?', and even with the mask on, Nick felt his disdain.
"If you had the capability to counterattack, of course, you could, but what I mean is that these monster dogs don't have grenades to clear obstacles. When you're escaping in the sewer, didn't you think of blowing up the sewer ceiling to block the enemy? Earth's gravity could solve many troubles for you, and you could set it up as a trap."
Blowing up the top... blowing up the ceiling... blow up....
Nick's expression shifted unpredictably for a moment before finally sighing. He realized he had many shortcomings, especially lacking this kind of reckless approach.
It seemed he hadn't been ruthless enough, too concerned with allies' attitudes. As a special agent, overthinking sometimes made one forget their warrior identity.
It's just collapsing a section of sewer, right? In emergencies, the Paris guerrilla fighters wouldn't object.
"Sigh... You're right. It was my command error, but it's still not too late now."
"Alright, Steve got beaten up like a rag doll. Does it make you misunderstand super soldiers? Just stand there, don't move, just watch my back."
Su Ming made a playful remark, then swung his Great Sword to launch a counter-charge, the golden light from the sword even more brilliant under the chaotic flashlight beams, sometimes with black unidentified organisms emerging from behind him, leaving behind half-metal skeletons.
Then the Symbiote picked up a gun again, sweeping through the enemy ranks with dozens of weapons once Deathstroke charged into the enemy's center, almost instantly annihilating them.
"Phew phew phew..." The Symbiote tossed the empty guns into the water. Its intelligence had increased, but it hadn't learned to reload yet.
The Symbiote is constantly learning; the higher the host's intelligence, the more skills it can comprehend, becoming stronger.
When its host was a Yeti, the host only thought of smashing, crushing, hitting, leaving the Symbiote's abilities undeveloped, merely increasing brute force or mimicking enemy attacks.
But once Su Ming became the host, it learned to liquefy the host from X Metal, camouflage from armor, and gun usage from Holloway.
It also learned how to interact with humans, like flattery, acting cute, etc...
Su Ming casually walked through the fallen crowd, finishing off downed enemies with the Great Sword, the whole process taking less than two minutes.
"Done, wrapping up." Su Ming sheathed the Godslayer, the golden Great Sword turning into a small dagger which he slipped back into his belt, swaggering back to Nick's side: "You needn't be so surprised; last time I visited you guys, I didn't show my true abilities."
Nick was indeed a bit dazed; he hadn't expected Deathstroke to be so overwhelmingly powerful. As he said, the last meeting was just a 'friendly' greeting with SSR.
Actually, Su Ming was only showing a small part now. He hadn't used the Magic Floating Cloak, Nightfall Greatsword, or the X Metal Skeleton yet.
But even so, Deathstroke's stature in Nick's mind rose rapidly.
Nick, touching his stubbly bald head, glanced at the fallen Steve behind him. There's no harm without comparison; Captain America seemed like a defective product compared to Deathstroke.
Could SSR have been duped by Dr. Erskine...?