The structure of the research facility seems very monotonous, metal walls painted with white paint, one hall after another intertwined like candied haws, making Su Ming feel like this is an ancient tomb rather than a research facility.
Dull, oppressive, if he were a scientist here, he would definitely go mad.
Whose research facility is built like this? Do they think having all these doors makes it safer?
Su Ming can't understand their thoughts, but he must continue forward.
In the next few rooms, they witnessed various kinds of monsters, all born from the grotesque experiments conducted by those mad scientists. The method of creation was equally cruel, and the results were equally unreliable.
They created a Sponge Man who rapidly absorbs water, probably intending to dry out the bodies of Atlanteans in close combat, causing them to dehydrate and die.
Then they made a Convex Lens Man who can gather light, perhaps intending to blind deep-sea creatures and thus gain an advantage.
And a creature with the front half of its body as a fish and the rear half as a human, what was this? Did the scientists at that time view Atlanteans like this?
All those creatures in jars or other containers were destroyed by Su Ming.
Rather than calling this a biochemical research facility, it's more like the Amazon's toy factory.
Cindy doesn't know what expression she should make; Indian Mountain on Earth -11, isn't as dangerous as Su Ming described, which is a good thing. But upon seeing the Amazon Council kill like this in various fancy ways, under the guise of war, she feels a bit embarrassed.
In war, it's kill or be killed, and the creation of new weapons is understandable. But does this look like a weapon?
"Sigh... Are these people planning to laugh the Atlanteans to death with their creations? If that's truly their intention, I must say their creations are indeed massive killing machines."
Cindy sighed, resting her chin on the handle of her pistol, waiting for Barbara to open a new door. After coming down several rooms, she had become immune to the various grotesque creations and began to wonder if the Jester's ancestors had worked in a place like this?
The scientists here are definitely madmen, and incompetent madmen at that. Even the Pigface Professor's creations are more reliable than theirs; at least her pig-headed voodoo dolls are truly gruesome.
Su Ming silently waited, tilting his head at Cindy to indicate they should continue. The technology of this world is truly toxic, he has nothing to say.
Then, the door opened once more, this time revealing a familiar scene before everyone.
"Zombies?" Cindy immediately fired her gun, uncertain of the cause of these zombies, long-range weapons seemed safer.
Su Ming also almost simultaneously fired, aiming for the zombies' heads based on experience and pulling the trigger.
Zombies rarely appear in the DC Universe, but they are not nonexistent. After all, there are always people interested in studying the matters between life and death, and such researches often go awry.
These zombies move very fast, swiftly running forward. However, they're ultimately brainless corpses. Once Su Ming and Cindy guarded the door, their numbers quickly dwindled.
"Are you sure it's not a virus?" Cindy asked while swapping the magazine for a new one, reminding Su Ming.
"I'm sure! If it were a virus, it would need to propagate itself, and propagation requires matter energy, causing viral zombies to need food or accelerate decay." Su Ming knocked down a few nearby zombies, watching Cindy finish changing magazines, he began to change his own and continued, "Look at these zombies, this place has been abandoned for thirty years, yet they're still intact, should be some magic causing this."
"These madmen indeed made a useful weapon; at least zombies don't need to breathe. Though weak, their numbers can make up for it." Cindy quickly pulled the trigger and another row of zombies fell.
"But simple corpses move very slowly underwater, again forgetting to consider the environment of use."
Upon seeing the remaining few, Su Ming decisively used the shotgun to finish them.
This room contained around two hundred zombies, at this moment none were left standing, not a single one could move. Of course, the consequence was that they were running low on their .45 handgun ammunition.
As everyone entered the room, a stench filled the air that hadn't been present in previous rooms, like the decaying smell of a coffin.
Black-brown dried blood stains covered the walls, with scratch marks from fingernails, and a kind of yellow-brown sewage on the floor, unknown what it was, flowing recklessly.
The zombies were treated far worse than the previous creatures, only surrounded by an iron fence on the walls, but after so many years, the iron had decayed, so they broke free and ran around the room.
Cindy used her foot to inspect a corpse, seeing dried, shriveled skin, pale gray eyes, exposed yellow teeth—classic zombie features.
"Can't figure out the cause, you guys better not touch," she tossed the corpse aside, advising Barbara and the others who didn't have protective gear.
Su Ming's attention was drawn to an object in the room—it looked ordinary, encased in a small glass box, resembling a flashlight everyone has at home.
However, even untouched by anyone, it emitted black light from its tip; no flashlight was ever like that.
"I know what this is, these zombies are magic creations, no risk of infection."
As he said this, he lifted the glass case, gradually extending his hand toward the small flashlight, carefully gripping it.
Instantly, even through his tactical gloves, a bone-chilling cold surged into his mind as if searching for something.
But it found nothing and quickly retreated, leaving Su Ming unharmed.
He let out a breath, placing the small flashlight into his bag, telling the others, "This is the energy of the Black Lantern, originating from the Black Death Emperor; couldn't believe these madmen even played with this."
Vico had already started recording again, while Cindy didn't understand and hoped for an explanation.
"All light in the cosmos is composed of a spectrum, and each of the seven colors represents an emotion, but that's not for now. Apart from that, there's the White Light representing Life and the Black Light representing Death; they are purely concept manifestations, extremely dangerous."
Su Ming looked around, finding no similar items, so the group continued forward, heading to the next area, while he briefly explained to them.
"If White Light represents Life... it doesn't sound dangerous?" Barbara pushed her wheelchair, her face showing a perplexing expression.
In her understanding, those around her from childhood always told her that Life is beautiful, Death is terrifying, and to respect Life.
But here Deathstroke is telling her that Life is... dangerous.
"Because it might spread to anything living, as long as the White Light doesn't dissipate, those creatures will live eternally. When you want to eat chicken, you'll find you can't kill the chicken; when you want to eat grain, you'll find you can't kill wheat; when you want to drink water, you'll find microorganisms and bacteria in the water can't be killed..."
Su Ming explained the terror of White Light to her, though in comics the White Light is somewhat under control by the White Light Guardian, but since they found an Energy Battery storing Black Light here, there's no guarantee there won't be White Light.
And the energy appearing in the battery can be used by anyone, completely uncontrolled.