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Chapter 422 Justice League's Internal Network (Subscribe, read, comment)

"Woooooooo..."

Damian struggled fiercely, but it was useless as his small body was not able to break free from the shadow's restraints.

"For Bruce's sake, you can stay with me today. Listen more and talk less. Nod when you understand."

Damian had no other choice but to leave in disgrace. It seemed like he had suffered a huge loss.

Seeing the naughty kid nod, Martin loosened his restraints on him.

"Aren't you afraid that I might take the opportunity to escape?"

Damian had a new understanding of Martin and deliberately used this method to express his dissatisfaction.

"If your threats are so childish and simple, then I hope you can run away from me as soon as possible. It will be a big help to me and save me from a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Martin glanced at the child, saw the child nodded, and left.

He took Damian to find the car borrowed from the prison guard, and took out a set of ordinary clothes and threw them to Damian.

"Change your eye-catching uniform. Your father had no choice but to use a secret identity. Now that the Justice League is slowly getting back on track, there's no need to play the vigilante game anymore."

Although secrets are indispensable in the current human system, these are secrets within a small circle and are impossible for the general public to know.

The behavior of superheroes disguising their identities is more like a deliberate act, and they use repression to actually gain a kind of pleasure.

As the saying goes, putting on a mask is the way to truly take it off and release your true nature.

But the self released in this way is actually a disguise, an escape from the reality that one is unable to face.

"I really don't understand what's so public about it! We are doing big things, and ordinary people can't get involved. How can we tell them what to do?"

Damian's attitude was as arrogant as ever, and he didn't care at all.

Martin laughed: "The power of the masses may not necessarily accomplish anything, but it can certainly do harm. The lower limit of humanity as a whole is always rising. Just a hundred years ago, nobles and officials arbitrarily decided the lives of those under their rule.

But now, even the super-rich have to use money transactions as a cover when they want to do dirty things.

Some people say it’s hypocrisy, but hypocrisy is better than outright violence.”

The so-called parental officials do not mean that officials treat the people under their jurisdiction as lovingly as parents, but that officials have the same parental authority over the people and can control the life and death of the people at will.

Lord, Lord, Minister, Father, Father, Son!
If the ruler wants his subject to die, the subject must die. If the father wants his son to die, the son must die.

Just as there are no parents who are not wrong, there are also no officials who are not wrong.

"Tsk, these are all nonsense. No matter how much you say, it won't be as useful as the steel knife in my hand."

Damian changed his clothes obediently and pulled out a steel knife.

But under Martin's stern gaze, he obediently put the knife back.

"Mastering violence is the foundation of an organization, but theory is also indispensable. Otherwise, your grandfather, who has lived for hundreds of years, would not have packaged himself as a god and kept the secret of the Lazarus Pool hidden."

Damian is still young after all, and he is not as experienced as Martin whether it is talking about serious theories or bickering.

"So what are we going to do now? Are we going to track down the members of the Assassin's League?"

Damian couldn't argue with Martin, so he wanted to prove his ability with practical actions.

Martin shook his head: "Let's wait and see. The Assassin's League is definitely not the only one in contact with Apocalypse. After a while, maybe there will be new surprises."

"So where are we going now?"

Damian's mood became noticeably worse when he heard Martin say this.

"I'm going to Washington to meet someone. If you're not interested, you can stay and help Barbara do what you can."

Although Talia is very ambitious, she is not brainless.

The Assassin's League has lost its arsenal, and the eldest lady of the Assassin's League will not act rashly before gathering everyone together.

Or she might seek help from other netizens, but that is not something that can be accomplished in one day.

"Why are you going to Washington? Why don't you take this opportunity to eliminate all the enemies? Instead, you are going to an irrelevant place. Isn't that a waste of time?"

Damian raised his voice, trying to make his point.

Martin certainly would not get angry because of the child's temper. He just smiled and said: "The enemy must be eradicated, but it is more important to create more friends. For the Justice League, it is also very important to figure out the relationship with the US government as soon as possible."

Martin's attitude is simple: cut.

The situation in the United States is becoming increasingly chaotic. The Justice League will not gain any benefit by getting involved. Instead, they will become pawns used by various forces.

As for the interests, it is not difficult to say. The superhumans who are willing to join the Justice League at least have a simple ideal in their hearts. As long as the treatment of the Justice League remains at a certain level, there will be no traitors.

The terrible thing is that those superhumans are too naive in politics. If they are led by others, they will casually express their opinions in front of the public.

Under the influence of neoliberalism, the Western world regards openly expressing one's political views as a symbol of freedom.

But most people just want to get the benefits of political slogans for free in this way, which is actually just fooling people.

Everyone is pretending to be stupid, and then expecting the other party to be a real fool, so that they can earn more benefits from the other party.

"not understand!"

Lars must have taught Damian about this experience, but Damian is still young, and the world in his mind is very simple. He simply cannot understand the meaning of such things.

"What those people want is profit, so just make some concessions!"

"If you ask me, you are a brat. There are some interests that cannot be given up. Otherwise, there would be no need for war in this world."

Half of Damian's brain is still in the pre-modern era, and he hasn't had the same adventures as Lars.

If I don't change my way of thinking, my life will probably be like this.

"Hurry up and decide whether you will come to Washington with me or not. Answer me quickly. I am in a hurry!"

At Martin's urging, Damian finally decided to go with him to Washington.

"You keep calling me a little brat. I really want to know how an adult like you does things."

"Let's go then!"

Martin parked his car in front of the police station and asked the police to help send the car back to Blackgate Prison.

Then he snapped his fingers, summoning Hoofshadow from his home and beckoning Damian to come up.

“You’re just riding this thing to Washington?”

Damian looked at the hoof shadow shaking its head and felt disgusted.

Tiying glanced at the naughty kid, turned his head away arrogantly, and was too lazy to pay any attention to him.

Martin climbed onto his horse, shook his head helplessly and said, "You are a hedgehog spirit, with thorns all over your body. Can't you talk properly? I am riding with you to Washington. If something really happens, can I still run away?" Martin asked two consecutive questions, leaving Damian unable to answer.

He also knew that Martin would not joke about such things, but he habitually talked back.

This is also a common way for children to express themselves.

When living in the Assassin's League, Damian would only give orders to others, and no one would resist his orders.

But in Gotham, although he is the only bloodline of the Wayne family, Bruce himself does not regard this matter as a condition for choosing an heir. Other irrelevant people cannot gain benefits from this matter, and naturally they will not blindly obey his orders.

So after being scolded by Martin, Damian still followed him and climbed onto Hoofshadow's back, and was much more obedient.

"Let's go!"

Following Martin's order, the hoof shadow took off, rushed into the clouds in an instant, and flew straight towards Washington.

Leaving the ground, without the restrictions of the terrain, Tiying only needs to climb to a certain height and then rush forward with all his might.

The mechanical warhorse released a force field to protect Martin and Damian on its back.

Although Tiying disliked Damian, the naughty boy, he still protected him for Martin's sake and did not try to embarrass him.

Martin also blew out dream sand to conceal his whereabouts and avoid radar searches in the air.

Although they are relatively small in size, they cannot be detected by ordinary radars, and military radars are not turned on at all times to monitor aircraft within the United States.

It's not that the military has any conscience or is any different from a spy organization, but that military radars are too expensive, and both turning them on and off costs money.

Just like that, Damian experienced his first aerial flight, which was very safe and allowed this naughty child to experience a different world.

After flying for an hour, the hoof shadows carrying Martin and Damian landed safely.

"I was wrong before. This mechanical warhorse is pretty good. Have you ever thought about making the technology for making mechanical horses public?"

Damian tried to jump off the horse but was held back by Martin.

"The Alliance is indeed preparing to gradually disclose some of the technologies we have. Are you interested in conducting research?"

Martin called Alfred.

If he wanted to see the Martian Hunter, of course he couldn't just go to his house.

Even if Martian Manhunter is a good guy, he can't be so gentle to someone who just breaks into his home.

"Mr. Martin, have you arrived in Washington?"

Alfred was very surprised when he learned this.

"I suspect that the Assassin's League isn't the only one with a connection to Apokolips, so I'm going to wait and see if there are any new discoveries."

"As for this General Calvin I'm meeting, he's actually a Martian."

Martin's eyes darted around as he told the news.

Damian subconsciously felt that there was an ambush around him, and hurriedly observed the surrounding environment, but found nothing.

"What are you looking at?"

"The Martian Manhunter is a master of psychic abilities, able to see into people's minds with ease. If he wishes, his psychic energy can cover the entire Earth."

Martin explained the Martian Manhunter's abilities, and Damian's face immediately tensed up, ready for action.

"That means the Martian is listening to us while we're talking."

"The Martian Manhunter has his own morals and responsibilities. He would not do such a thing. Otherwise, the United States would have been controlled by him long ago."

Martin explained to both of them at the same time, and then said to Alfred: "The Martian civilization is very advanced, maybe they also know about Apocalypse. That's why I am in a hurry to meet this friend."

"I'll arrange it right away, don't worry!"

Alfred has seen much more darkness than Damian, but he is not like this naughty boy who is extremely wary of everything.

"Um, are you sure you're going to just go and meet an alien who can see through people's minds?"

Damian watched Martin hang up the phone, and the mechanical warhorse under him turned into a locomotive, with its wheels turning, and flew out directly.

"I have a clear conscience. There is nothing in my head that I cannot show to others."

Of course Martin knew what Damian was worried about. He was afraid that the Martian Hunter could see what he was thinking.

"Besides, the Martian Manhunter can only see what I'm thinking when I'm facing him, and can't look through my past memories. Moreover, he's much more respectful than me, and won't look through your memories casually, so just keep it to yourself!"

"You are skilled and brave, but I can't do that."

Damian's thoughts were exposed by Martin, but he did not react violently. He said directly: "As a normal person, I am worried that what I am thinking in my heart will be seen through by others. Isn't it normal?"

Martin rode his horse back and forth on the road, laughed a few times and said, "When you grow up a little bit, you will know that those messages that can be seen as secrets by others are actually nothing shameful.

You are too proud to hide your emotions. Any adult can see through your mind. You don’t have any super powers at all.”

Damian didn't think he was bad at hiding his emotions, because he had never thought about it that way before.

But he was in no mood to argue with Martin now. He began to recall his training in the League of Assassins, trying to control his emotions and body so that his thoughts would not be revealed through these details.

Martin couldn't help laughing as he watched Damian cramming for an exam:

"I told you that you are young, but you still don't accept it. Don't you think that I am the one who initiated this meeting? By then, the Martian Hunter's attention will definitely be on me, and he will not pay attention to you at all.

Moreover, can you change a behavior habit that has lasted for more than ten years just by cramming at the last minute? "

Damian was stunned and asked directly: "Then what good ideas do you have, Master?"

"You are really a man who uses people to move forward, and not to move backwards."

Martin rolled his eyes and complained, "We were arguing just now and you didn't even call me by my name, and now you're calling me Master?"

"You said I could only be an apprentice, and I didn't dare to disobey you, so I said that."

Damian was flexible and immediately became a wimp.

Martin waved his hand and summoned a shadow to hover over Damian's head. "Smelly boy, be polite to others in the future and stop being so mercenary."

"As for the method, it's also very simple. There is a communication forum within the Justice League. People like me and Clark will post our experiences on using control abilities on this forum."

"Ah, how come I didn't know about this again?"

Damian opened his mouth wide, feeling that his whole outlook was shaken.

In his impression, this kind of experience should be extremely valuable and only passed down within the family or between master and apprentice. How could it be displayed so openly on a website forum?
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