Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 270 A new day has come again (revised. Please subscribe to read, vote and comment)

Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Martin was still asleep when he was awakened by the continuous ringing of the doorbell.

He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and his vision gradually became clear. He yawned, reached for his glasses from the bedside and put them on.

clap clap!

Martin lifted the quilt, put his hands on his belly, and patted it twice, making a crisp sound.

"It seems that I am very ordinary today!"

He stood up from the bed, temporarily ignoring the doorbell, walked to the floor-length mirror, looked at his listless self, and recalled various ways to mobilize special abilities in his mind, but nothing happened.

At least they are not like the Egyptian pharaohs and the Shushan swordsmen, whose mysterious appearances can be seen just by looking at them with the naked eye.

"That's enough. At least I can rest for a day!"

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up his tangled hair, walked out of the bedroom, and found that the decoration style of the house had become very simple, almost with white walls, which could be regarded as plain.

The various things placed in the room also became very simple, just simple wood and metal products, which can be considered plain.

"Such a hermit style is quite rare."

Martin temporarily ignored the ringing doorbell and looked at the decoration style of the house.

This hermit style is actually deliberately created, seemingly to maintain a simple environment, and is usually done by groups that advocate asceticism.

After confirming this, Martin gave up looking for strength in the flesh and began to explore the differences in the spirit.

But just as he was about to try to do so, he was interrupted by the increasingly urgent ringing of the doorbell outside.

Martin was not angry. He wanted to give himself a day off today and not get involved in anything too intense. Naturally, he would not care so much about the power in his body.

He walked through the living room and went to the entrance. He looked outside through the peephole on the door and his eyes met Diana's.

"What are you doing here so early, alone?"

Martin opened the door and saw only Diana, and quickly invited her in.

The princess of Paradise Island put on delicate makeup, which made her look even more beautiful. She wore a slim-fitting sequined long skirt, with her arms and back exposed, and a pair of high heels, with both legs exposed.

Martin took out a set of his own clothes and gave it to Diana, and said with concern: "The temperature in Gotham has never been high. Don't you feel cold wearing such revealing clothes?"

Diana is a demigod, but she also has human senses and can feel cold and warm. However, cold and heat have no effect on her body.

Diana smiled and took the men's suit handed to her by Martin, and walked towards Martin's bedroom naturally, but was stopped.

"Go to the guest room!"

Martin grabbed Diana's arm and pushed her into the guest room.

Diana deliberately left the door open, and the sounds of clothes falling to the ground and clothes rubbing against bodies could be heard from inside, which made people imagine a lot.

When Martin heard this sound, he naturally imagined the image of a naked woman in his mind, but he soon realized that Diana did it on purpose, and the impulse turned into laughter.

He shook his head, went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

Diana listened to the sound coming from outside the door, and angrily leaned sideways to stick her head out. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, and her snow-white shoulders shone with a dizzying light.

"Hey, I did this to you and you didn't react at all. Are you still a man?"

Martin shook his head helplessly, and a voice came from the kitchen: "We are so familiar with each other. If you want to take the next step, just say it directly. Is it necessary to do this kind of seductive trick?"

"If you had done this when we were just meeting, I might not be able to control myself and would have done something."

The underlying logic is similar to hooking up for sex or prostitution, because the other person is not considered a living person, but rather a tool for venting, and is viewed as something under one's control, so one can do whatever they want without worrying about any consequences.

But when two people get familiar with each other, they will have an important position in each other's hearts, and something called "responsibility" will be derived from the passion, making it difficult for you to have uncontrollable desires for a certain part of the other person's body.

"You can talk!"

Diana smiled, walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and then changed into men's clothes, transforming from a gorgeous goddess style into a lively big sister next door.

Martin quickly prepared breakfast and put it on the dining table, waiting for Diana to come out, and they both started eating together.

"tasty!"

Diana took a mouthful of porridge and a warm current flowed through her body, relieving all her fatigue from the night before.

She answered while eating, her voice a little unclear: "I guess you guessed it. When the rescue operation started last night, 52 metahumans were discovered. Batman and his team fought all night before they took the ownership of those metahumans from the city government."

"In order to carry out your plan, I have to find those reliable charitable organizations and ask them for support in terms of personnel." Martin frowned. He really had no contact with those charitable organizations. "Is it necessary to dress like this? Do those people know how to throw a party?"

Diana frowned. "That's about right. Anyway, using the Wayne Group's name, I've gotten those guys to agree to lend some people to Los Angeles to help. The preliminary work will start today. I hope we can buy more time."

"As for that dress, don't you think it's beautiful?"

"People like you look good in anything. There's no need to torture your body like that."

Martin didn't mean to brag, he was just telling the truth.

Diana was blessed by the goddess of beauty Aphrodite and was full of charm. Even when she wore cheap clothes that Martin bought for dozens of dollars, she still had the friendly beauty of a big sister next door.

"You're a good talker!"

Diana was happy to be praised by Martin, but then she sighed and started talking about business: "What happened last night proved your speculation. We still underestimated the power of the White House. Once they start to intervene in the aftermath of Los Angeles, things are likely to develop in the worst direction."

The worst possible outcome, of course, is that superhumans are divided into a completely new class and become a new black group.

"We can only race against time now to minimize the impact of this matter before the White House intervenes."

Martin didn't have any good solution. Although he encountered many magical things every day, he was still helpless in these matters and had to act according to the rules of human society.

"The best outcome, of course, is that we take over the dominance of superhumans in the name of the Justice League. But this outcome is too good to be true, and I'm not sure about it."

"For us, the minimum goal is to set a precedent. Even if we have to concede to the White House, we must create a path for transhumans to return to society normally."

Diana slowed down the stirring of the porridge spoon, thought for a few seconds, and nodded firmly: "There is nothing wrong with what you said, this is the focus of our next work!"

"All work should be carried out around this principle. Any request that violates this principle will not be accepted!"

"Nothing strange happened to me today, so let me help you deal with these troubles this time."

Martin finished his porridge, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Diane carefully and said: "The White House will not play all its cards at once and crush us directly. Instead, it will use public power and public opinion to attack the Justice League step by step."

Diana suddenly looked up, stared into Martin's eyes and asked, "I'm really curious, how do you know the relationship between me and Steve?"

After Amanda Waller's death, Steve Trevor, the director of the Eye Society, made a comeback and is reorganizing the Eye Society's organizational structure, which has weakened its power a lot.

In this case, it is only natural that they are pushed out by other departments to serve as cannon fodder to test the Justice League.

Who caused the Sky Eye to fail miserably?

If Steve didn't have enough connections, the department's responsibilities would have been divided up long ago and it would have become a garbage department that no one cared about.

"Uh--"

Martin stroked his chin, not knowing how to answer.

Diana looked at Martin's silence and suddenly became interested. She leaned forward and asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

“A little bit!”

Martin said frankly: "I have heard a little about your relationship with Steve. So..."

"So you think too much. My relationship with Steve only lasted for more than a year. After Ares died, we never met again."

Diana said seriously: "However, the fact that you, a blockhead, are jealous proves that you really care about me."

"if not?"

Martin shook his head, stood up, walked into the kitchen and started washing the dishes.

Diana was in a very good mood for a moment. She even forgot about Los Angeles. She focused all her attention on Martin. Looking at his busy figure, she asked, "I haven't asked yet, what is your identity today?"

"Well, he should be a hermit!"

Martin replied casually, saying that he didn't get the answer and his answer was very vague.

"then!"

Diana's voice came from behind.

Martin's body turned naturally and he stretched out his hand forward, freezing the plates and bowls flying towards him in the air, motionless.

At this moment, Martin suddenly connected with something vast, and his whole spirit touched something extraordinary.

　Martin's identity will be revealed tomorrow. But can anyone guess it?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)