I found my story. Or rather, my story found me. Now if I can just live to write about it. He moves with amazing precision. Like a sleek jungle predator… taking on a pack of larger beasts. He isn’t indiscriminate with his attack… In fact, he goes out of his way to protect the life of a young boy caught in the crossfire. What kind of “cold-blooded killer” does that?
Slade Wilson. A merchant of death who leaves a trail of blood and bodies in his wake. Is he a monster? Or a man with conscience? Or maybe something in between?
From – Superman Vol. 4 #31
