Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 295 If you want democracy, I will give it to you! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
"I found where Lex Luthor and his men were hiding. It was an underground base covered in lead. I have sent you the exact coordinates."

Clark finished his words quickly, and then continued to ask about the previous topic: "How come media exposure is useless? Even if those bases are suspended overseas, the soldiers living there will eventually return home. At that time, they can be punished by law."

Clark was not really naive; he was able to come up with a complete plan to deal with overseas bases that were hiding secrets.

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

Martin hung the second lightsaber made of purified crystal on the belt of his robe. He thought of everything that 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 them to work, they still have to be enforced by people."

"Who in the United States would offend the military for you? How come everyone involved in this process is so selfless and willing to reveal all the facts?"

Martin asked the key question right away, and Clark's brain worked quickly.

"We can get involved and, as a watchdog, expose the crimes of overseas bases one by one."

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

"impossible!"

He directly rejected Clark's idea.

"The alliance can only disclose 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 some agency under the United States! Before the government officially invites us to participate in this matter, we have neither the power nor the obligation to take public action on this matter."

Martin's voice gradually became stern. He was most worried that Clark would get carried away with his gangster habits and get directly involved. He said in a tone that was almost a teaching:
"Clark, as a member of the alliance, you must understand that there is more competition than cooperation between us and the US government. We must not act rashly based on personal passion."

"How is this different from dictatorship? Other members of the alliance may not agree with you."

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

After struggling with this for a while, he heard the roar of a plane taking off from the runway.

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

Although Clark said that he wanted the recognition of the people on Earth, he grew up in the United States and his knowledge of other countries only came from books and data.

Those cold things are far less influential than the living people around us.

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

"actually, I"

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

"How about this, after we deal with Lex Luthor, we will hold a meeting and discuss these issues openly."

"Don't you want democracy? Let's have democracy for once."

I don’t know if Clark heard the sarcasm in Martin’s words, but he quickly agreed, left a word, and immediately cut off the communication.

"I'm waiting for you here in West Africa!"

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

Democracy, bullshit democracy!
He, Diana and Bruce had already reached an agreement and had a common vision on the future direction of the alliance.

Although Arthur grew up on land, he received orthodox education from the royal family of Atlantis. Port Cien was not considered the core of modern civilization, so he naturally scoffed at the mainstream ideology of the United States.

By this calculation, there are already four people on Martin's side.

Barry might side with Clark, but it wouldn't do much good.

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

They are either too young and have no understanding of reality and are unable to make their own voices heard, like Rachel.

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

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

The reason why Martin did this was, firstly, to make these principles public within the alliance, and secondly, to give Clark and Barry psychological comfort.

Anyway, the final result has been determined, so why should he bother 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 Len.

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

"I am deeply sorry for the sacrifice of your companion. I did underestimate the ability of that Jedi Master, but through this incident, I also discovered something very interesting."

Luther expressed regret, but his tone and actions were too bland.

Just like in the past, he didn't care about other people's lives and contributions at all, as if all this was taken for granted.

"My companions died in battle, fighting against the hypocritical Jedi Knights. It was a worthy death. They will eventually return to the dark side of the Force, which is the greatest honor."

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

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

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

Lun sensed Luther's inner arrogance, but didn't take it seriously.

"The Superman you mentioned has already locked onto us. If we leave according to your original plan, we will definitely be attacked by Master Martin. I am not sure I can defeat him. Can you deal with Superman?"

Luther's face turned dark in an instant.

Even though he has been studying Superman for several years, he still doesn't dare to 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 that?"

Luther ignored the topic that was not in his favor.

"If the Force is really that powerful, then I want to learn it too!" "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 candidate for learning the dark side of the Force. If we can survive today, I will teach you everything I know."

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

Luther did not feel any shame about running away. As long as he could win, he didn't care about the means.

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

"Oh, Mr. Luther is really smart!"

Lun did not expose Luther's little thoughts.

Although Luther prepared many escape routes, he did not intend to take Lun with him at first.

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

"Let's go!"

Lun actually admired Luther very much, which made him even more certain that he was a good candidate for learning the dark side.

The jealousy and cruelty in Luther's heart will be the best stepping stone for him to go to 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 as normal. We will leave through the underground passage, directly board the cruise ship that has been prepared long ago, and leave by sea."

Luther took Lun through the underground base made of steel plates and cement.

Around them, huge trucks were transporting many huge sealed cans across the tracks in the underground base and were being transported to the ground.

"What's in it?"

Lun did not deliberately try to sense the contents of the jars, but he still felt the pull of the Force when those objects passed by him.

Luthor, who was so focused on escaping, replied 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. That's what you said."

Lun didn't pursue the matter any further and followed Luther to the alternative escape route.

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

Luther didn't seem to mind Lun's startled reaction.

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

But he didn't care about Lun and just focused on completing his own plan.

Three thousand meters above the sky.

Martin sat in the invisible fighter, flying side by side with Superman, and talked to him across the hatch: "No matter how sophisticated 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 be fooled by the cars in the underground base that keep running out. This must be a trick. Luther's real escape route must be somewhere else."

Superman has used his X-ray vision to carefully search the surroundings of the base hidden underground. Except for the interior covered with a layer of lead, nothing else escapes his eyes.

"Maybe Luther will be mixed in with 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 slightly: "Character determines destiny. Luther 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 was escaping, he would 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 for a long time, but still felt uneasy: "Isn't it too risky to speculate like this? We should get a few more people."

"It's okay. Two people are enough. You deal with the convoy, and I'll go find Luther's backup hidden passage."

Martin made a random division of labor. There were only two of them, so it wasn't just this or that. There was nothing to argue about.

"Be careful. If Luther is not in the convoy, he will prepare a lot of weapons to hold you back. If he is in the convoy, he will prepare even more weapons for his own safety."

"Don't 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 them."

Before the invisible plane flies down, Martin reminds Superman not to be too cautious.

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

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

When the plane landed, the gas it extruded flattened a patch of grass and drove away all the wild animals living in the grass.

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

In an instant, all kinds of shrill screams, cries, and curses rushed 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 ghost things that emerged from the ground didn’t even feel alive. They were more like some kind of man-made objects that violated the rules of ordinary people’s cognition and were distorted.

Clone!
Martin is no stranger to this kind of stuff.

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

In fact, clones are not cruel things. The problem is that after they are created, they are often pulled to the experimental table and tortured in various ways.

If this happens, a lot of resentment will emerge even if there is no resentment at all.

Those clones are not just a pile of meat. Under various stimuli, they will also develop a little self-awareness, allowing the dark side force to gather somewhere and form a special area.

The crimes accumulated in Luthor's underground laboratory are so numerous that they are difficult to list.

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

Martin quickly sensed that the leader of the Lun Warriors was trying to hide himself, determined his position, and directly turned on the weapon system of the stealth aircraft and fired a shot directly at the ground.

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