The surrounding psychics nodded one after another, indicating that the Speaker was telling the truth, and that slightly balding, bluish-skinned person was indeed not the Speaker's subordinate.
Su Ming smacked his lips.
"Alright, hand over the baby, and take the crystal."
Westmark still wanted to say something, but Tanis's gaze stopped him, and he held back his words.
At this moment, the elder who had gone out to chat with Hel, and the one who went out to get some air, were also brought in and put back in their chairs.
The elder who looked like a horse had now turned from a white horse to a camouflage horse, covered with bruises of different colors.
Hel, as if nothing had happened, threw them back by the table and then lounged onto a sofa in the distance, lying sideways with her jade hand supporting her head, as if preparing to sleep.
Hel had this habit; she would rather sit than stand, lie down than sit, always choosing the most effortless way.
Among all the Lords of Hell, only her throne was a soft couch, where she curled up day in and day out.
The Speaker ordered his men to bring the babies over. His life was now in the hands of others; without the crystal, even if he could leave, he would perish in the cosmos.
He could only take a gamble, hoping Deathstroke would keep his promise.
In the meantime, Su Ming turned his gaze back to the two elders who returned to the meeting.
"Have you thought it through now?"
"Yes, yes." The Centaur was the first to speak, showing his teeth in an amusing way, but his eyes were filled with tears: "My previous view was wrong, Asgard surely cannot provide us with shelter, now I firmly support Westmark's opinion, to fight the Kree to the end."
Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, acknowledging their readiness to correct their mistakes. Turning his attention to the green-skinned Inhuman.
At this moment, this frog-like Inhuman was covered in thin frost, gradually melting at room temperature. His large mouth that had turned bluish from the cold, was trembling audibly.
"I... I was also wrong, I... shouldn't have put my hopes on the other side, now we should resist."
"Ah, that's more like it, you all made great points, and this is what democracy is about, everyone offers opinions, then actively communicates to reach consensus."
Su Ming lightheartedly reassured them and turned his gaze toward the elder of the surrender faction.
Unlike others, this fellow, after confirming Deathstroke's human identity, had been gazing at Su Ming with an admiring look, so intensely it was almost unsettling.
This old Inhuman's skin was orange-red, with a pair of little glasses perched on his nose, looking rather awkward.
To know, he looked like a massive sack of flour slouched in a chair, extremely obese, estimated to be about the same height as Su Ming, but weighing over 300 kilograms, with skin full of wrinkles like a Shar-Pei.
His face alone was the size of a car tire, and his little glasses were smaller than a coin, who knows what purpose they served.
"And you? Do you still want to land on Earth?"
"No, no, now that we've gained human support, we are fully confident in fighting the Kree." He opened his big mouth in a smile, speaking in standard Mandarin: "Your strength is evident to all of us, but may I ask the name of you, Immortal?"
Su Ming felt as if thunder rolled across the sky, even an Inhuman knew about the concept of an Immortal now? Zheng Xian, what have you been broadcasting?
Those bulb-like eyes of his were filled with reverence, even shedding tears, like a fan meeting his idol.
Given this, Su Ming couldn't let him down, could he?
"This humble one... Supreme Mage!"
He replied in the same standard Mandarin, clearly and articulately.
The orange-red Inhuman was instantly overjoyed, though he didn't know what a Supreme Mage was...
But generally, those who called themselves "this humble one" were formidable, those with the title "Supreme" were powerful, and one called "Mage" was not bad either; all combined meant even stronger, did it not?
The intercepted human intelligence was summarized by them, and these words appeared highly frequently in human messages.
He immediately felt at ease, having such a formidable figure present, the Kree were nothing but paper tigers.
Su Ming didn't give him any further opportunities to speak, if he asked where the Immortal's dwelling was, would Su Ming have to answer with Himalayas or Kama Taiji Cave Heaven Blessed Land?
Better stop now; this fellow was deeply misled by fake intelligence, pitiful enough that Su Ming didn't have the heart to continue deceiving him.
"Will someone tell me, whose subordinate this person is?"
The terminals before everyone rose, with Tanis willingly taking on the role of secretary.
Westmark and the other three checked and all shook their heads, this person was indeed from Atlan, but in this chaos, he didn't belong to anyone's subordinates.
Su Ming shifted his gaze to the psychics, and they confirmed that the elders' words were true word for word.
Alright, since everyone was excluded, this fake Colonel thus belonged to the only absent faction at the meeting.
The surrender faction led by the Kree.
In other words, that fake Colonel not only infiltrated SSR, but was also a spy for Atlan.
So, when Su Ming overheard his phone call in his office, he was contacting Kree hidden in human society, which added complexity to the situation.
It was originally thought that Kree had only infiltrated the Inhumans' Atlan, but if they were also on the surface, they were almost impossible to root out. Some Kree even looked like humans, making them easier to hide than vampires.
Su Ming pondered a bit, then took out several more Terrigen Crystals and threw them on the table.
With a clatter, it sounded as if a bunch of glass had been spilled out.
"Whoever helps me capture this person, these crystals will be theirs."
Don't mind them being Inhumans; they belong to different tribes, and even if the crystals would end up in Atlan's secret treasury, the one retrieving them would undoubtedly gain the most political capital.
The previous Speaker had fled, and the next Speaker chosen was still an infant; in the meantime...
Apart from the blue-skinned elder who was determined to flee, the eyes of the other elders lit up, and the previously shared sympathies had now turned into defense and rivalry.
Su Ming noticed their expressions and couldn't help but chuckle coldly inside.
Whether humans or Inhumans, politicians are all the same.
He might find it difficult to precisely locate and capture a space ability user, but that didn't mean that the Inhumans had no way; countless special abilities existed, some certainly countered spatial teleportation.
Now Su Ming was using the crystals previously seized from Atlan to bribe Atlan to work for him, a worthwhile deal indeed.
The elders naturally understood where these crystals came from, but none were foolish enough to mention how Deathstroke obtained them. On the contrary, they acted as if they were entirely unaware, as if Deathstroke had picked up the crystals in outer space and was now planning to sell them to them.
"Can I also participate?" The former Speaker unexpectedly spoke up, and seeing the gazes from the other elders, he slapped the table: "Why are you looking at me that way?! Stocking up on a few more crystals just in case is safer!"
Su Ming laughed, emitting a hissing sound from under his mask.
"Since the Speaker wishes to join in this game, all the better, but let me remind you, you may compete as you please, but if any infighting occurs, I'll be the first to kill you." Su Ming knocked on the table, leaving a trail of dents: "I love killing, don't give me the opportunity."
"No, no..." the elders hurriedly assured.
"Then go and get it done, capture the person and exchange them with me for the crystals, I'll be waiting for you here." Su Ming returned to his seat atop the pile of corpses and sat stably: "But don't think of joining forces against me, know that in Atlan, even if you all teamed up, you'd only be a minority."
All except the orange-red elder felt a chill in their hearts, for Deathstroke's words hit precisely on their weaknesses.
Atlan followed a caste system, and the largest population, yet voiceless, were those million slaves!
If Deathstroke used the crystals to negotiate with the slaves, they could almost foresee their own deaths...
A crowd jostled and shoved each other, charging out fervently.