Cable takes out a toolkit, assembling a pile of circuit boards and incomprehensible gadgets into something crude.
It looks like a remote control for a toy car.
"This should work. The basic operating method is like the radios from your era—continuously turning this dial will allow you to detect magnetic disturbances of varying range and intensity."
Cable tried it out himself, took a few puffs of his cigar, and handed the newly crafted thing to Su Ming.
Su Ming accepted the creation that looked akin to goblin technology, while Broken Star handed him a few EMP grenades.
Su Ming glanced at the group; Wade was about to show Apocalypse the brand on his underwear, while the young girls were hiding far away, enjoying the enemy's bombardment outside the protective shield as if watching fireworks.
Su Ming entered the Prime Minister's Office again.
This time, he was much more cautious than before; anything with electromagnetic disturbances, be it a speaker or a light bulb, was shot at.
Yet encountering a true space-time device, the EMP was ineffective. Su Ming felt slightly disappointed but opted to solve the problem with grenades.
The Conqueror's technology was indeed advanced; his time-space traps resembled ordinary oil paintings. If not for Cable's detector, Su Ming might not have discovered them.
After dismantling various styles of traps, Su Ming kicked open the office door.
The heavy solid wood doors swung to the sides, hitting the walls with a thud, as Su Ming strode into the legendary office.
A short figure was still seated behind the desk, and the Blue Gloves, whom he'd met once, stood at the side.
The window glass was completely shattered, with shards all over the floor, yet the two seemed oblivious.
"Deathstroke, Slade Wilson, I've always wondered what our first meeting would be like?"
The short figure stood up, spreading his arms toward Su Ming, while Xiaohuzi's mustache quivered.
Su Ming smiled, raised his hand, and shot Blue Gloves in the head, painting the wall with copious blood and brain matter.
Watching Blue Gloves fall, Su Ming leisurely began reloading his bullets: "I knew it would be a murder scene like today."
The Conqueror did not get angry, only glancing at the fallen Blue Gloves: "I'm curious. How did you find your way here? I gave you what you wanted and severed all clues. How did you think of coming here?"
"Turning the whole of Germany into this scene, who else could possess such authority besides Xiaohuzi?" Su Ming holstered his gun, knowing bullets were useless against Kang; a sneak attack with the Nightfall Greatsword or X Metal might be required to breach his armor.
"Ah... I underestimated you. From the moment you arrived in this world in 1925, I have been watching you. I somewhat regret my decision back then."
The Conqueror sat back down in his chair, pressing his chest. His mustache disguise rippled like water, gradually revealing the purple armor and green cloak beneath.
"It seems your taste isn't great; purple and green together only make you look like Joker." Su Ming approached the table, hands folded over his chest, calmly engaging in dialogue. Su Ming needed some answers.
"Hehe, in another timeline, I tried red and gold armor. But people then had no interest in my name, calling me 'Steel Kid' and seeing me as an Iron Man imitator. I considered being good, but now, I want nothing."
Conqueror Kang replied eerily to Su Ming as he faced the enemy rushing up again.
But he hadn't lost yet.
Because he knew Deathstroke was like him, arriving from another world, another time; even their arrival times on Earth were nearly identical.
They should be allies.
He had already done so much for Deathstroke, which could now be used as leverage.
Deathstroke and Apocalypse are not allies, and a battle between them is inevitable.
He merely wished to collect timelines, amusing himself with different worlds; he cared not for the tedious task of managing them. Even if the whole world was given to Deathstroke, it would remain on his display shelf, with no loss to him.
Su Ming, without turning back, fired towards the doorway, where Blue Gloves collapsed again, his body lying by the doorframe.
"Did you meddle with me? Like locking down my technology or something?"
"Ah, you could say that. After all, those are things that threatened me, but I compensated you, gave you what you wanted."
The Conqueror pressed a few buttons on the table, and what seemed entirely wooden revealed a projection.
The projection was entirely realistic and adjustable, recording Su Ming's landing in Hawaii and subsequent activities.
Kang gently tapped the table, causing the image to magnify rapidly, enveloping both him and Su Ming as though transported back in time.
Su Ming instinctively reached for his weapon.
"Don't be nervous. I just want you to see what I've done for you. You will realize today you've gained a lot from me."
Kang raised his hands to show no hostility, slowly walking up to Su Ming's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
Su Ming thought for a moment, putting away his weapon, also wanting to see how Kang had sealed his technology, hoping to find a way to unlock it later.
They stood like spectators, far by the seaside, watching past history.
At that time, Su Ming was just leaving the Honolulu jewelry store, while Kang pressed his arm on the armor, noticing the shopkeeper handing jewelry to Blue Gloves.
"Indeed, I found you liked money, so I let Blue Gloves contact this shop, offering a good price, buying jewelry with gold."
Su Ming raised an eyebrow without speaking, recalling the scenario. Indeed, the shopkeeper mentioned sending the accountant to prepare a check without hesitation.
Considering one million US Dollars, whether in 1925 or 1942, was a significant amount.
But if they had already found a buyer before paying, it explained their quick concurrence.
Subsequently, Su Ming took a ship to New York, recruiting people to start bootlegging.
His alcohol wasn't cheap, yet sales were swift each time, thanks to Blue Gloves' unlimited purchases and helping spread rumors, building his reputation.
No matter how much Su Ming raised prices, people were willing, as profiting by flipping the product was easy.
Su Ming bared his teeth, finding Kang's intentions hard to fathom. Why was Kang, who had no relations with him, enabling him to earn money like giving it away?
Thus, he directly asked Kang about it.
Kang smiled, his blue face displaying admiration, moving his fingers to fast-forward the time image while explaining to Su Ming.
"I chose 1925 when Xiaohuzi hadn't published 'My Struggle' yet, as he lacked systemic theory and was not well-known, thus had minimal world impact."
"Impersonating him, I intended to harness Germany's forces to fulfill my collection plan. But on the day after adopting the new identity, I discovered you landing from outer space in the Pacific Ocean, radiating energy from another cosmos."
"Indeed, another outsider like me, very threatening... but as King of Kings, I can accommodate other rulers working for me, so I planned to befriend you, and money, I can have as much as I want."
"I initially planned to gift you things, then arrange a formal meeting. Had you come to develop in Germany back then, today's circumstances would be different..."