Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 520 Clues Appear (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"Old Ma, what did you do just now? It's like this forest has come alive!"

Kong Kenan was scouting the mountain range when he suddenly discovered that the trees, which had grown for who knows how many years, were making strange movements like humans. He immediately guessed that it was Martin's doing and quickly flew down.

"There's nothing to panic about."

Martin raised his hand and made a stop gesture to let Kong Kenan brake, then explained: "I just summoned a helper. He is some kind of elemental life and doesn't often interact with humans. So, when you see him later, don't say anything."

Although Swamp Thing cooperates well with the Justice League, Alec Holland, who has not yet been truly resurrected, cannot be truly considered a life, but is in a ghost-like state.

In this state, the swamp monster will unconditionally obey the orders of the Tree Council and is unwilling to deal with humans.

Therefore, Martin did not introduce anything, and just used the term "elemental creatures" to get the matter over with.

Kong Kenan didn't doubt him, but looked at Martin in surprise: "Old Ma, you are dressed like a knight, but I didn't expect you can also do magic. Are you so omnipotent?"

"This is just basic literacy. In a few years, you will know what true omnipotence is."

Martin smiled at Kong Kenan's praise and didn't take it seriously.

"The swamp monster is interrogating the plants in this forest. The results will be known soon. It is enough for us to wait here."

Kong Kenan scratched his head. He doubted whether the elves summoned by Martin could do this.

This forest is so huge and so old that even several wars have not been able to completely change the ecology of this place. There must be many ancient spirits living in it.

"I have visited many famous mountains with my master. Various powerful ancient creatures live in them. They each have their own magical properties."

"I know what you mean, but Swamp Thing is different. You can trust him."

Martin didn't know much about the situation in this world, but he believed that even the sacred objects in various famous mountains could hardly be compared with the agent of green of all things.

Wow!
A few minutes later, the forest around Martin began to move, and vines rushed out from the bushes and entangled to form the body of the swamp monster.

These vines clearly emerged from the surrounding bushes, but they looked as if they had been soaked in water for a long time, and water was seeping onto the ground from the swamp monster's entire body.

"Did you find anything?"

Martin knew the swamp monster's past, so he didn't want to stimulate his memory, but just talked about the facts.

Although Kong Kenan doubted the swamp monster's ability, he obeyed Martin's orders, said nothing, and followed Martin obediently.

"There are many ugly traces of human activities in this mountain, as well as the hiding place you mentioned."

The swamp monster spoke in a muffled voice but did not point out where it was hiding. Martin knew that this would not be a good outcome.

"That hiding place doesn't have the clues I want, does it?"

The swamp creature nodded, then said, "I thought you were going to ask about the criminals' actions."

"This is not America, nor is it Africa. We have no right to do anything. You can give these things to Xiao Kong, and he will solve these problems."

Martin pointed at Kong Kenan behind him.

The young man was surprised and waved his hand subconsciously: "Well, actually I am a civilian and I have no right to interfere in the affairs of other countries."

"Do you want this information or not?"

The swamp monster didn't care about all this. Like a robot, he simply and directly gave Kong Kenan a choice.

Kong Kenan fell into a panic. When he was flying in the sky, he saw a lot of things and was aware of the responsibilities that these things meant.

He subconsciously looked at Martin, but Martin did not respond.

This time, no person or organization will take responsibility for him. He must decide as Kong Kenan himself whether to take this responsibility.

"I want it! I will try my best to find a way to solve these problems."

Kong Kenan took a deep breath and made the decision. His head was confused and he felt that everything around him became so distant.

The swamp monster didn't care about the boy's heart at all. He pulled out a vine from his body, pinched the vine with his thumb and index finger, and stroked it from one end to the other. The vine dried up instantly, but tiny words appeared on the surface, and then he stuffed it directly into Kong Kenan's hand.

"Although the text on it is very small, it doesn't record much information."

Kong Kenan felt the touch of his palm, and his brain, not knowing how to work, asked this question logically.

"You don't need to see it. Just grind this vine into powder, mix it in water, drink it, and you will see everything I saw in the forest."

The swamp monster muffledly gave a rather outrageous method of using magic, but one that was very consistent with magic.

"Oh ah?"

Kong Kenan was stimulated by this somewhat outrageous method. His brain started to work again. He asked doubtfully, "Are you sure it's just vines and not mushrooms? The method you described sounds like hallucinations after eating mushrooms."

The swamp monster did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at Martin and spoke faster, "The hiding place is completely empty. Although it is well stocked with food and water, the door has never been opened since it was built."

"But the enemy you are pursuing once passed through this forest and headed west."

The swamp monster took out a green ball of grass from its body, circled around Martin, and a golden light rose.

"These are special spores that I cultivated myself. They can be active for a long time in the forest and guide you. But they are limited to the forest. Once you enter a human city, these spores will take effect."

Martin pointed at the spores curiously and said to the swamp monster, "It seems that you still hate human settlements. Everything you research is done to avoid humans."

With the swamp monster's talent in botany, it is not difficult for it to research spores that can live in human cities.

But he didn't do so because of a problem with his thinking, not because of any technical difficulty.

"I am the green of all things..."

"Stop, you don't have to tell me this."

Martin interrupted Swamp Thing's robotic repetition, feeling helpless about his current state.

Frankly speaking, the Tree Council has an unshirkable responsibility for Alec Holland becoming what he is today.

Although he is destined to become the agent of the journey of all things, he does not have to become a corpse and become a half-human, half-ghost.

It was because a few old trees in the Tree Council were too stubborn and did a series of weird things that caused Holland to fall into the water and die.

Holland had developed a powerful herbicide that was so effective that even the most tenacious plants would wither within a few days.

The trees would also be aware of his research and hope that he would hide his invention and not make it public.

This was actually a very simple thing. As long as the big trees asked, the kind-hearted Holland would never refuse.

As a result, these old guys, who had lived for who knows how long, didn't speak properly and kept circling around Holander's ears all day, making him think he had seen a ghost.

Too much time was wasted in the process, causing Holland's supporters to see the potion and want to kill people and take away his invention.

At this time, the trees will be able to intervene to save Holland's life and ask him to destroy the range of the herbicide.

But because these old guys insisted on the boundary between plants and humans, they watched Holland fall into the pond and drown, and then turned him into the agent of green of all things.

This is a simple matter, but the Tree Council turned it into a tragedy. I feel helpless and don't know what to say.

"Go ahead. Anyway, I thank you for helping the Justice League today."

Martin thought about the swamp monster's tragic past, sighed helplessly and said goodbye to him.

"This is what I should do, you don't have to take it to heart."

The swamp monster bowed slightly to Martin, then disappeared from the spot, returning to the new city of the Justice League through the network of all forces. "Where is the man? Such a big plant just disappeared like that?"

Kong Kenan was very surprised when he saw the swamp monster suddenly disappear. "Is the teleportation skill so common now? Anyone can use it casually."

"Swamp Monster has a special identity. Ordinary superhumans cannot be compared with him."

Martin answered the question with a sentence that was difficult for the young man to understand.

"Let's go, we need to continue the action!"

Martin looked in the direction the spore pointed and couldn't help but frowned. "Further west is the Indian Ocean and the border between Myanmar and India. If those guys cross the border, things will be difficult."

Kong Kenan asked puzzledly: "I am from Dongda University. It is true that my activities in India will cause trouble, but Lao Ma, you are a member of the Justice League. How difficult is it to take Bruce back from those guys?"

"India may seem to be jumping back and forth, but in fact it is deeply dependent on the international capital system. The US military can run rampant in the Indian Ocean without the support of the Indian government."

Martin had to play the role of an international situation teacher to help Kong Kenan solve his puzzlement: "Since the identities of the kidnappers are still unclear, once they cross the India-Myanmar border, they are likely to hand Bruce over to the Americans. At that time, the Americans will be able to tell the whole story of this matter."

Americans have always liked to portray the University of Tokyo as a representative of modern imperialism, able to stir up triple waves without any wind. Now that they have Bruce as a hostage, God knows what they will do.

What's more troublesome is that Bruce Batman's identity has been semi-publicized, and no one will connect this matter with the Justice League.

Many people in the alliance have families living in the United States, which forces Martin to consider their thoughts.

"Once this matter is resolved, I will put pressure on Clark to build the new city as soon as possible. Bring in the families of all the important people inside."

Martin sighed in his heart and thought that it was better to build a home by himself.

"Wow, is this matter so serious? Then let's go quickly and rescue Bruce. We must not let those Indians and Americans cause trouble."

Kong Kenan clenched his fists, looking like he was the only one who could do it better than him.

When Martin heard what he said, he became furious and picked up a stone and threw it at his head.

"High school politics classes are dull and boring. I can understand if you don't want to take them. But you don't even watch the news? You don't even know about this kind of thing?"

The stone hit Kong Kenan's head and shattered into pieces, but he dared not say anything and could only stand there timidly.

"Well, I'm usually busy practicing and don't have time to pay attention to these things."

Kong Kenan quietly defended himself, and Martin scolded him even more fiercely: "You can't even analyze such a simple situation. Even if you practice martial arts to the point where you can blow up the earth with one punch, what does it matter? Can it change human history, or can it help the vast majority of working people get rid of the harsh living environment?"

"If someone like you were in the Justice League, I would have sent you back to attend a long-term training course to be retrained."

Kong Kenan didn’t think it was a big deal in the past, after all, everyone around him was like that.

But this time when he came to Myanmar, he was passionate in the first half, but confused in the second half. His mind was not clear and he had no ideas of his own at all.

"Forget it!"

Martin cursed a few times before remembering that he and the young man were just casual acquaintances. He suppressed his anger and said to him, "I want to save my energy to rescue Bruce. Next, you take me flying. Remember to stay close to the forest so that the spores can play the role of guiding the way."

"Later, I will send you a training plan to train your intellectual abilities."

Although Martin said forget it, he still pointed out a way for Kong Kenan.

Kong Kenan nodded repeatedly, then took Martin high into the sky and flew close to the forest.

"Ron, I summoned the swamp monster and found clues about Bruce in the forest in western Myanmar."

Martin held the Mother Box in his hand and communicated with the Martian Hunter: "They are heading to the India-Myanmar border. This matter is ultimately related to the Americans."

"I also captured Bruce's consciousness. Although it was very vague, it was definitely him. Those kidnappers were no match for Bruce and he caught them in the act."

Martin listened to the Martian Manhunter's voice and found that there was an unconcealable weakness in his voice.

"Did you use any special method to find Bruce?"

Martian Hunter knew he couldn't hide it from Martin, so he frankly admitted, "In order to enhance my spiritual power, I temporarily transformed my body into a form of consciousness. But don't worry, I'll just stay in bed for a few days at most, there won't be any big problems."

"Bruce's whereabouts have been found. You don't need to join the battle on the front line. From now on, put down all the work in your hands and take a rest. After the inspection is confirmed, hand the report to me."

Martin didn't argue with the Martian Hunter, but gave him an order directly, forcing him to rest.

"Let others take care of the rest. Diana should have arrived by now. There is absolutely no problem handing this over to her."

"All right!"

The Martian Hunter's consumption is indeed not great. Although there is a risk of losing control when transforming itself into a conscious form, it does not last long and does not encounter this problem.

Even so, under Martin's orders, he handed over the work at hand to Diana, who hurried to the new city.

……

Bruce had been dreaming.

But this time in his dream, he did not dream about his miserable childhood, nor did he dream about his parents who had long lost, nor did he even dream about Gotham where he had fought for ten years.

There was only countless chaos in this dream. Large blocks of various colors were thrown on the wall like children's graffiti to form some distorted patterns, and they were also flashing light of different frequencies.

Bruce seemed to have become an ant in a maze experiment, running madly in the constantly twisting large blocks of color, but could never escape this cycle.

"Something's wrong! Why would I do such a meaningless thing? I must have fallen into someone's trap."

Bruce couldn't remember exactly how many times he had gone through this cycle, but during one of the cycles he suddenly realized something was wrong and broke free from those distorted blocks of color.

Then physical pain came one after another. Bruce endured it all, but used his strong will to control his body and did not make any movements because of the pain.

He closed his eyes tightly, kept his body in its original position, and pretended that he was still in a dream. In fact, he had already pricked up his ears to listen to everything around him, collecting information and figuring out what his current situation was.

"The target is still unconscious. I just gave him an injection, to be sure. He is still under the influence of the drug and cannot wake up."

"What? The Justice League has killed the old man from the Wu family?"

"Damn it, the land passage is no longer safe. The Justice League will catch up sooner or later."

"We should go by sea now. Don't worry, everything is ready."

Bruce heard a man's voice, speaking in strong, rapid, and simple words.

From the sound of it, this person sounds like a very powerful person who has to make decisions frequently to develop such a habit.

Moreover, the other party spoke English with a pure East Coast accent, so he must be his native speaker.

Even Bruce couldn't hear anything wrong.

"I was kidnapped?"

Bruce listened to the man's conversation and felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then some vague memories began to become clear.

"This is ridiculous. If Martin knew about this, he would definitely laugh at me for a long time for falling for such an easy trap."

Bruce's mind was active, he knew Martin would come to rescue him and would try every possible means, so the Martian Manhunter must be using his psychic power to scan Burma and search for his location.

Bruce guessed Martin's thoughts and arrangements at once, and then began to think about the problem in his mind, maximizing the activity of his brain, hoping to use this method to make his consciousness more active and provide coordinates for the Martian Hunter.

In addition, Booth did not impulsively knock down the guards around him and escape from here.

PS: Five thousand words done!

(End of this chapter)