Martin Variety in American Comics

"I found the place where Lex Luthor and his men were hiding. It was an underground base covered with lead. I have sent you the specific coordinates."

Clark said this quickly, and then continued to ask about the previous topic: "Why is media exposure useless? Even if those bases are suspended overseas, the soldiers living in them will eventually return home. At that time, they can be punished by law."

Clark is not really naive. He can create a complete plan to deal with those overseas bases that hide secrets.

"With your ability, it is not difficult to create a public opinion offensive against overseas garrison bases."

Martin hung the second lightsaber made of purified crystal on the belt of his robe. He also thought of what Clark could think of.

"The question is, who are you going to let enforce the law? The legal provisions are just a string of words hanging in the sky. If you want to make them work, you still have to do it through people."

"Who in the United States would offend the military for you? How come everyone involved in every link can be selfless and reveal all the facts?"

Martin asked the key question at once, and Clark's brain turned quickly.

"We can participate and expose the crimes of overseas bases one by one as supervisors."

Martin converted the video call to voice and walked towards Diana's invisible plane, ready to go to the place where Lex Luthor and the Knights of Ren were hiding.

"Impossible!"

He directly denied Clark's idea.

"The alliance can only expose this information and help collect some information, but it must not participate in the specific arrest and trial process."

"Why?"

"Because we are the Justice League, not an agency under the United States! Before the government formally invites us to participate in this matter, we have no power or obligation to take public action on this matter."

Martin's voice gradually became stern. He was most worried that Clark would get carried away by his underworld habits and directly participate in it. He said in a tone that was almost a lesson:

"Clark, as a member of the alliance, you must understand that the competition between us and the US government is greater than cooperation, and you must not act casually based on personal passion."

"What's the difference between this and dictatorship? Other members of the alliance may not agree with you."

Clark said this subconsciously, and then realized that it was not good. He didn't get a response from Martin for several minutes, and he became uneasy. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to start.

After struggling in his heart for a while, he heard the whistling sound of the plane taking off from the runway again.

Martin's voice rang out again in the communication channel: "I understand you. You have lived in the United States for too long. You have long been accustomed to this living environment and have been striving for the recognition of Americans."

Although Clark said that he wanted the recognition of the earthlings, he grew up in the United States from childhood to adulthood, and his knowledge of other countries was only books and data.

Those cold things are far less than the influence of the living people around him.

Martin suddenly said that the alliance wanted to compete with the United States and even confront it. It was normal for Clark to not accept it.

"Actually, I"

Clark wanted to explain, but he couldn't express what he was thinking with his mouth.

"How about this, after solving Lex Luthor, we will hold a meeting to discuss these issues openly."

"Don't you want democracy? Let's be democratic once."

I don't know if Clark heard the teasing in Martin's words. He quickly agreed, left a word, and immediately cut off the communication.

"I'll wait for you here in West Africa!"

The communication was disconnected, and Martin looked at the white clouds passing by and sighed.

Democracy, democracy is bullshit!

He, Diana and Bruce had already reached an agreement and had a common view on the future direction of the alliance.

Although Arthur grew up on land, he received an orthodox education from the royal family of Atlantis. Port Ci'en was not the core of modern civilization, so he naturally sneered at the mainstream ideology of the United States.

So, Martin already has four people on his side.

Barry might stand on Clark's side, but it would be useless.

As for the young superheroes, except for a few people like Dick, others are not qualified to sit at the same table with Martin and discuss such major events as the future of the alliance.

They are either too young and have no understanding of reality and cannot make their own voices, such as Rachel.

Or they are highly bound to someone, and their voices cannot transcend the influence of someone, such as Dick and Barbara.

Four to two, the result was determined before the meeting.

The reason why Martin still did this was, first, to make these principles public within the alliance, and second, to give Clark and Barry a psychological comfort.

Anyway, the final result has been determined, so why should he be so fussy about the form?

A small country in West Africa, an underground base!

"Mr. Lun, we should go!"

Lex Luthor once again walked into the secret room with nothing but cold rocks and saw the fully armed Lun.

As the leader of the Lun Knights, he is the Lun Knights, symbolizing the glory of the entire Knights, so he had abandoned his name a long time ago, leaving only the word Lun to represent himself.

"I deeply regret the sacrifice of your companion. I did underestimate the ability of the Jedi Master, but through this, I also discovered something very interesting."

Luthor said regret, but his tone and actions were too bland.

He was the same as before, not caring about the lives and sacrifices of others, as if all this was justified.

"My companion died in the battle, and died for fighting against the hypocritical Jedi Knights. They will eventually return to the dark side of the Force, which is the greatest honor."

Ren turned his head. He was wearing a brass helmet, and his voice became very heavy after passing through the helmet.

He didn't know that the souls of the members of the Ren Knights were taken away by death and completely lost contact with the Force.

"Mr. Luthor, you still don't pay enough attention to Master Martin."

Ren felt Luthor's arrogance, but didn't care.

"The Superman you mentioned has locked us for a long time. Now if you leave according to your original plan, you will definitely be attacked by Master Martin. I am not sure I can defeat him. Can you deal with Superman?"

Luthor's face turned black in an instant.

Although he has been studying Superman for the past few years, he still dare not say that he has a way to kill Superman.

Although the green kryptonite discovered before can effectively weaken Superman's cells, Superman is a living person, not a target. How can he wait for the kryptonite to hit him without any reaction?

"Thank you for your reminder, but Superman often flies around in the sky. Can you sense this?"

Luthor ignored the topic that was not good for him.

"If the Force is really that powerful, I want to learn it!"

"My attainments in the Force are just average. I can sense Superman only because his life force is too strong. Flying in the sky, it's like a moving sun. It's hard not to see it."

Lun's voice was as cold as ever. He said coldly: "But you are indeed a good seedling to learn the dark side of the Force. If we can survive today, I will definitely teach you everything I know."

"You underestimate me too much. It's hard to fight those people in the Justice League head-on, but it's easy to escape!"

Luthor didn't feel ashamed because of running away. As long as he could win, he didn't care about the means.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. I have prepared other escape routes long ago. The large-scale transfer of the base is just a decoy. The real escape route is still somewhere else."

"Hehe, Mr. Luthor is really smart!"

Lun didn't expose Luthor's little thoughts.

Although Luthor prepared many escape routes, he didn't plan to take Lun with him at first.

If Lun had not promised Luther how to contact the dark side of the Force, Luther would definitely not have brought this partner with him, but let him attract the attention of Superman and Martin to buy time for him to escape.

"Let's go!"

Lun actually admired Luther very much, and thus he was more certain that the other party was a good seedling to learn the dark side.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The jealousy and coldness in Luther's heart will be the best stepping stone for him to enter the dark side. Thinking of this, Lun secretly made a decision in his heart.

"In order to attract Superman's attention, the relocation of the base will proceed normally. And we will leave from the underground passage, directly board the cruise ship that has been prepared long ago, and leave from the sea."

Luther took Lun through the underground base paved with steel plates and cement.

Beside them, huge trucks transported many huge sealed tanks through the tracks in the underground base and were transporting them to the ground.

"What's in it?"

Lun did not deliberately sense the contents of those tanks, but when those things passed by him, he still felt the pull of the Force.

Luthor was so focused on escaping that he answered nonchalantly, "It's just a little gift for Superman. There's nothing to worry about."

"Let's go, Mr. Lun. We don't have much time. You said so."

Lun didn't pursue it too much and followed Luthor to the backup escape route.

But along the way, his heart was always in a panic and he couldn't relax his vigilance at all, as if a Jedi Master would rush out at any time to fight him.

Luthor didn't care about Lun's startled performance.

Although he already knew the power of the Force, the arrogant Luthor still thought that Lun was a charlatan. The so-called unknown feeling was actually a psychological effect, scaring himself.

But he didn't care about Lun, but just completed his plan on his own.

Above the sky, 3,000 meters away.

Martin sat in the invisible fighter, flying side by side with Superman, and talked to him through the hatch: "No matter how ingenious Luthor's escape plan is, it can't escape the eight words 'there is reality in the illusion, and there is illusion in the reality'."

"Don't look at the cars in the underground base running out continuously, but this must be a decoy. Luthor's real escape route must be somewhere else."

Superman has carefully searched the surroundings of the base hidden underground with his perspective eyes. Except for the interior covered with lead, nothing else escaped his eyes.

"Maybe Luthor will be mixed in the convoy and threaten us with the lives of ordinary people? This is also a good opportunity to escape."

Superman couldn't help but start to worry.

Martin shook his head gently: "Character determines destiny. Luthor is too arrogant. Even if he falls to this point, he will not let himself stand in the same position as other workers."

"Even if he escapes, he must use the most unique way to escape, so as to show his uniqueness. So he decided not to hide in the convoy."

Superman thought about it and still felt uneasy: "Is it too risky to speculate like this? We should find a few more people."

"It doesn't matter, two people are enough. You deal with the convoy, and I will find Luthor's backup hidden passage."

Martin made a division of labor casually. There are only two of them. It's not just this or that. There is nothing to argue about.

"Be careful, if Luthor is not in the convoy, he will prepare a lot of weapons to delay you. If he is in the convoy, he will prepare more weapons for his own safety."

"Don't always worry about whether to kill or not. This is not the United States. Even if you catch someone, there is no court to help you judge those people."

Before the invisible plane flew down, Martin reminded Superman not to be too careful.

Hide when you should hide, and punch when you should punch.

As long as these two points can be achieved, few people on earth can hurt Superman.

The plane landed, and the gas it sprayed flattened a piece of grass, driving away all the beasts living in the grass.

Martin sat on the plane, closed his eyes, entered a meditative state, and began to sense the traces of the dark force.

In an instant, all kinds of harsh screams, cries, and curses squeezed directly into Martin's ears, like a battering ram, constantly hitting his brain.

Faced with such pain, Martin's first feeling was not darkness, but distortion.

Those ghosts that emerged from the ground, even without the feeling of life, were more like the distortion caused by the distortion of some artificial objects that violated the cognitive rules of ordinary people.

Clone!

Martin was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

Whether it was Emperor Palpatine or the Sith in the past, they all liked to conduct human experiments such as clones.

In fact, clones are not something cruel. The problem is that after those clones are made, they are often pulled to the experimental table and tortured by various means.

In this way, even if there is no resentment, a lot of resentment will emerge.

Those clones are not just a pile of meat. Under various stimuli, they will also give birth to a little self-awareness, so that the dark side force will gather somewhere and form a special zone.

The accumulated crimes in Luther's underground laboratory are really innumerable.

But the leader of the Knights of Ren did not do anything to this place, so no special environment was formed underground.

Martin also quickly sensed the leader of the Knights of Ren who was trying to hide himself, determined the opponent's position, directly turned on the weapon system of the stealth aircraft, and fired a shot directly at the ground.

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