Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 486 I'm not full! (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
After receiving Martin's message, Gideon unlocked the various defense mechanisms of Star Labs and notified Joe to send the police to deal with the evidence at the scene.

But Martin did not hand over the two unidentified criminals to the Central City police. He asked Barry to temporarily detain them in the laboratory and finally hand them over to the League.

"Then Joe will complain to me."

Martin brings Barry to the port of Central City. They and you must quickly replicate the private aircraft and rush to Central City to meet Barbara.

Three people, no, it should be said that two people stood at the port, watching the cargo ship leaving and talking about what happened today.

"We are not trying to block all the news, but most police officers in the United States have not received training on how to deal with superhumans. Those two unknown criminals are best left in our hands."

Martin didn't think there was anything worth discussing about this matter.

"Joe isn't a stubborn guy, he'll understand that."

"The cargo ship is registered in an unknown country in Africa, which doesn't even have an inland lake. This is a common method used in international trade to avoid taxes, but we will monitor the ship at all times and find where it is docked."

Barbara watched the freighter go away with an expressionless face.

"I won't give you any instructions on how to do the specific work. If you get any useful information, inform Bruce immediately. You must bite Luther's tail tightly and never let that bald guy have a chance to breathe."

The current situation is a race against time. Even if Big Martin gets the news tonight, he won't be able to take action because changing his identity takes time.

So let Barry and Barbara inform Bruce of any news they get and let him take charge of these matters.

"Don't worry, we will do our best to find out all of Luther's secrets and make them public. We will make sure those traitors who are as silent as the weather stars have nowhere to hide, and let Washington see what stupid things they have done."

Barry and Barbara make a promise to Martin.

Martin smiled and replied: "Washington does so many stupid things every year that they themselves can't count them. If you expect them to admit that they are stupid, then you are being stupid."

Americans have a very conflicted attitude towards public power, which is a unique characteristic of a large island country and is actually not very common among Europeans.

From Britain to France, in the past, a strong and controlling government was formed, unlike in the United States where people from several communities could unite and oppose government decisions through some form of incitement.

However, amid widespread dissatisfaction with the government, Americans are quite accepting of the American symbol.

Even people like Barry and Barbara cannot eradicate this consciousness that has been cultivated since childhood in a short period of time.

"You guys go ahead and do your work. I'm going to find a place to rest."

After Martin gave the order, he drove away the two people around him and stayed alone in the port, feeling the cold night wind, relaxing his consciousness, cutting off the sensors in his body, and slowly falling asleep, which is the dormant state of the machine.

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"Fuck!"

Luthor in Washington can be said to have suffered a complete Waterloo. He tried his best this time but did not cause much damage to the Justice League.

This failure made Luther lose everything, and the facts were clearly slapped in his face.

Everyone knows that Luthor has been completely defeated by the Justice League, but this smart big head cannot change the fact that there is strength in numbers.

Even if Luthor can defeat a hero with his high intelligence and almost no moral bottom line, when the Justice League works together, this so-called genius is no different from an ordinary person.

What was even more unacceptable to him was that all the meaning of the mysterious robot was slowly disappearing from his mind.

He still remembered that the Justice League had a mysterious controller, but he couldn't remember who this controller was, what his characteristics were, or where he appeared.

"This is impossible!"

Realizing that his memory was undergoing some kind of reversal, he rushed to the conference room and tried to write it down on paper, on the floor, on the glass, on the computer...

I want to write down what I saw today in any place and by any method that can record information.

But all his efforts were in vain.

All the words and pictures recorded in the carrier were changing, becoming unfamiliar and difficult for Luther to recognize, and then slowly disappeared into thin air.

Luther's eyes were bloodshot. In order to record the memories that were gradually disappearing from his mind, he wrote on everything he could touch. But even though his ten fingers were rubbed bloody and his bones were exposed, his efforts were still in vain.

"No, no one can control my brain."

Luther knelt on the ground with all his might, screaming at the top of his lungs, like a beast in desperate situation, letting out a mighty wail.

"I am Lex Luthor, my brain, my memory"

The world's memory of this day has changed as Martin's identity has changed.

Those who know the situation, those who don't know the situation, and those who don't want to forget can only watch these things happen. No one can intervene in the matter, and no one can change such changes.

But no matter how Martin changes, the world is still moving forward. All the happiness, joy, regrets and pain have become things of the past, waiting for the decision of the future.

"gentlemen!"

Martin vaguely heard someone calling him over and over again.

The voice was unfamiliar.

It seems that I have arrived in a strange place.

"gentlemen!"

"Please wake up, sir!"

Martin opened his eyes suddenly and saw books full of English letters and a desk that was nothing special.

He straightened up and looked around. An office that couldn't be more ordinary came into view. Standing next to him was a cleaner with South American appearance.

"Where am I?"

Martin did not take great pains to find material for his situation, but simply asked questions if he had any.

"You are at Blue Valley Middle School. Mr. Martin, you must have been working late again. It is rare to find a responsible teacher like you. Those students are lucky to have a teacher like you."

Martin smiled and nodded, but said nothing.

The cleaner had explained everything very clearly, including the time, place and people, so Martin had no need to ask any more questions.

He had no interest in playing a new role today. After dealing with the cleaner, he walked out of the office building and looked at the campus in the early morning, feeling a natural dampness blowing in his face. American campuses, especially those in small towns, would definitely be empty early in the morning. So the campus was silent, and the sun had not yet completely risen in the sky, and the earth was not illuminated. This school looked very suitable as a setting for a horror movie.

Martin took a casual glance and then took out a cell phone from his pocket, but it was not the one specially made for him by the Justice League, but a very ordinary smart phone.

"interesting!"

Martin checked the phone over and over, smiled slightly, and dialed a landline number of the Justice League.

After the call rang three times, he hung up.

Then he left the school, bought a freshly made hot dog from a Mexican vendor at the door, sat down on a bench, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The raw materials used for this kind of fast food are also mass-produced by machines in factories. If cooked carefully, the taste can be consistent with fresh ingredients, but you can't expect too much from small vendors.

Fortunately, the Mexicans setting up stalls were very hardworking and at least they kept the food they were selling warm.

"Hey, today I am just an ordinary person. I don't have that kind of strength. I can only rest and eat honestly."

With something in his stomach, Martin felt a lot better.

"I don't believe what you said. Even if your body is as weak as an ordinary person's, you are still not easy to deal with."

The Martian Hunter's voice sounded, and then his tall figure appeared in front of Martin.

"You're finally here. How is Barry and Barbara's investigation going?"

The Martian Manhunter that Martin saw was not real.

This was an illusion that the Martian Hunter projected into Martin's mind using his spirit.

The number Martin had called earlier was his exclusive emergency number for the Justice League.

If there is any emergency, as long as you call a certain number of times as agreed beforehand, the Martian Manhunter will use astral projection to make contact.

Moreover, only Martin can see the spirit projected by the Martian Hunter. Even if others sit next to Martin, they cannot notice it at all.

Psychic abilities are so useful.

"The ship that Barbara is monitoring is still sailing on the sea and won't dock for a while. As for the couple that you and Barry caught, we still don't have any records of them even after looking through the 1960s. We can only look back further. But the identity of the girl in the photo has been found out."

"Guess where that girl lives now?"

Martian Manhunter deliberately kept it a secret.

Martin smiled and said, "Of course the girl lives in a place called Blue Valley Town. Otherwise, you would have dragged me to catch her long ago. Why would you stop here and keep me in suspense?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you. Your guess was absolutely right!"

Martian Hunter gave Martin a thumbs up, then used his mental power to project a document, which automatically turned pages to show Martin.

"The girl in the photo is named Artemis Crocker. She was born in Blue Valley Town and has hardly ever left here. She has excellent academic performance and is particularly talented in sports."

Martin did not look at the document carefully. Although it recorded almost the entire life of the girl, it contained only trivial clues that were worthless.

If there are any clues here, the person responsible for reviewing the information will definitely mark it in the directory.

"It seems that I am destined to go around this town today. I just don't know how many secrets are hidden in this town. Can I dig them all out within one day?"

Martin looked around. The streets of the town were quiet and it didn't look like a dangerous place at all. But what Martin saw last night told him that these were just illusions.

"I wanted to ask someone to support you, but I got new information from Bruce. A member of the Justice Society lives in this town - "Star-Spangled" Pat Dugan."

Martian Manhunter said the news he got from Bruce and the Ministry of Defense: "Mr. Dugan is the assistant of "Starman" Sylvester Bamberton, and also a technical logistics staff of the Justice Association. He is familiar with Bruce and has promised to provide us with some help."

"Blue Valley Town, have you checked the members of the Justice Society?"

Martin pieced the information together and quickly deduced the enemies of the Justice Society.

He didn't know much about the Justice Society, and didn't recognize any of them except for one Flash, Jay Garrick.

The reason why he knew the Flash was because Jay looked very similar to Barry's father.

"The Justice Society of America was founded during World War II. After the war, the Eye of Heaven was established. Superhumans in the United States were suppressed. Although the Justice Society was not attacked, all their information was taken away by the Department of Defense. Until 20 years ago, the Justice Society suddenly disappeared overnight. Even the only survivor, Pat Dugan, didn't know what happened. Since then, all the information has been slowly lost."

Martian Manhunter explained: "The members of the Justice Society of America are not just for nothing, because many of the members of the society come from the military themselves."

"Interesting, this is really interesting."

Martin carefully read the message projected by the Martian Hunter and was amazed.

The Justice Society also had a large number of members, but they disappeared overnight and no one mentioned them. Bruce had a close relationship with Wildcat, one of the members of the society, and he had not heard any relevant news from him.

"I understand the situation. This town does have secrets worth digging out. Leave the matters here to me. You continue to keep an eye on Luther and make sure he is killed. Even if there is no wind, we must stir up a big wave and force out all his collaborators."

Martin decided to stay in Blue Valley Town, but he did not give up tracking Luther. That guy and the people behind him were the key.

No matter how big the secrets in Blue Valley are, they cannot defeat Apocalypse, which is about to invade the Earth.

"Don't worry, Wayne Group's legal department is very familiar with this kind of thing. Alfred now lives in Washington, specifically to fight Luther."

Martian Manhunter doesn't care what happens to Luthor. He has seen many such so-called geniuses with high IQs.

But this kind of intellectual genius often fails to leave a significant mark in history, because these people pay too much attention to sound but fail to see the existence of suffering.

They are very conceited, but they can only display their intelligence and talents under order.

Such people do not have the power to build a new order. No matter how smart they are, they will only end up helping others.

Martian Manhunter learned of Martin's situation and decision, so he interrupted the projection and went about his business.

Martin did not rush to find the "star", but bought another hot dog from the stand.

He really wasn't full!

(End of this chapter)