Chapter 44: Heroes Gathering

　　The Justice League held an emergency meeting. All the heroes who received the news attended. The leader of the Justice League, Superman, sat at the head, and the other giants stood in two rows.

　　Batman, who was sitting in the first position on the right, spoke first: "Does anyone among you know anything about growing flowers?"

　　Everyone shook their heads, only Wonder Woman raised her hand: "I have studied flower-growing artifacts in museums, but that's all. Moreover, those things were created two hundred years ago, so there is not much information available."

　　Batman asked again: "Does anyone know about the synesthesia beacon launched by Interstellar Peace Corporation?"

　　This time it's Superman: "When I was on the space station, I heard people from the Evangelical Society talking about it. They said this was the company's final step into space."

　　"No more news?"

　　"No more." Dachao shook his head.

　　Batman asked again: "So, who has the confidence to take this sword?"

　　He was referring to the sword shot by Yan Qing. At this time, photos from various angles have dominated the Internet platform, and discussions about combat power on the Internet are overwhelming.

　　Nightwing and other mortal heroes shook their heads, and the extraordinary heroes also had different expressions. Superman was the most confident, Wonder Woman was undecided, the Flash said he could run faster than the sword, and Aquaman said he could barely control the sea from rioting.

　　Finally, Batman asked, "So, who wants to participate in this tournament?"

　　Green Lantern was the first to exit: "Sorry, I'm busy with a mission here. There are undead monsters enslaving innocent people."

　　His projection flickered a few times and then disappeared on the seat. Just a few seconds later, Batman would have gotten the real intelligence about the Flower-growing species and discovered that the Flower-growing species was actually an interstellar civilization with the support of the Star God behind it, making it a well-known tough guy in the universe.

　　Other heroes who had missions on their hands also refused the competition, such as Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, etc.

　　Some mortal heroes who knew they were no match for the enemy chose to go ahead and collect intelligence, while the rest of the people all planned to join in the fun.

　　Superman raised his hand: "I think I have to join."

　　Wonder Woman said: "In addition to the flower growers, I also want to try other heroes. This will be a grand event in the superhero world."

　　At the same time, a villain meeting was convened in Arkham Asylum.

　　"We gather here today to celebrate that our common friend, the Joker, has finally gone to hell. He has ruined our plans countless times in order to oppose Batman. His death deserves a toast of celebration by all members of Arkham."

　　The Penguin said this while raising the glass in his hand while wearing his orange prison uniform. The other villains were sitting in the hall of Arkham Prison. In the middle was the Joker's coffin, and the outer circle was filled with the bodies of prison guards.

　　"Fuck the clown!" the Penguin yelled, then smashed the glass on the clown's coffin. The bright red wine splashed on his portrait, adding a touch of red to the black and white portrait with a grimace.

　　"Fuck the clown!" The others followed suit and smashed their wine glasses on the coffin. Many villains who had been oppressed by the clown shed tears of relief.

　　Soon, the atmosphere reached a climax. The Penguin drunkenly wanted to give a speech, the Scarecrow impatiently pushed him, the villains were making a mess, and suspicious white powder was passed around and inhaled into the body.

　　"Get away, you dirty thing." Poison Ivy impatiently whipped a bastard who was high on sex with her whip. The whip left a streak of blood on the bastard's body, and his screams like a pig being slaughtered spread throughout the hall.

　　The scream was like a spark falling into an frying pan, instantly arousing the madness of these mentally ill people. Bane hugged the crocodile man's body and was about to throw him to the ground. The Scarecrow grinned and threw out the fear gas. The Riddler and the Penguin fought with each other, and Mr. Freeze fired indiscriminately with his freezing spray gun.

　　Everyone has his or her specialty, and everyone holds a bunch of cards in his or her hand. They fight around the Joker's coffin, vowing to decide who will be the new underground king of Gotham.

　　In the chaos, no one knew whose arm hit whose cheek, or whose bullet hit whose eye. The clown's smile was frozen on the portrait, with a strange light in his eyes.

　　Until the stray bullet finally shot open the clown's coffin, pink lace poured out in a rush, the spray gun blasted out colorful ribbons, and the neon lights flashed with colorful brilliance.

　　Everyone stopped what they were doing. Bane took his arm out of the crocodile's mouth, Poison Ivy put down Scarecrow and Mr. Freeze who were spraying each other, Two-Face picked up the coin and put it back in his pocket, and the Penguin adjusted his collar with a bruised face.

　　They looked at each other.

　　"Isn't the Joker dead?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

　　"Didn't anyone check the coffin?" Penguin shouted angrily, "Who the hell said he was dead?"

　　"Isn't it you?" The villains began to quarrel and shirk responsibility.

　　The Penguin pointed at the Scarecrow, and the Scarecrow pointed at Two-Face. Two-Face glared at Poison Ivy, and Poison Ivy hung up Mr. Freeze again...

　　In the end, everyone pointed in a circle, and it actually formed a perfect closed loop.

　　"Who was the one who delivered the message in the first place?!" The Penguin's mind was in a mess. This group of villains made more noise than a hundred ducks.

　　“Hahahahahaha…”

　　The clown's laughter came out from the pink latte art as if it was timed, but it did not change the status quo of the quarrel on the field at all. They had already started counting the time by seconds.

　　The Joker was still laughing, his voice was a little distorted, and you could tell that this guy had stuffed another tape recorder into the coffin.

　　At the end of the argument, everyone was haggling like aunties in the vegetable market. Poison Ivy was upset and swung a whip to wave away the pink foam, revealing the true appearance inside.

　　A tape recorder with a time bomb strapped to it.

　　"Surprise!" The clown's voice came from the recorder, accompanied by the background music of the circus: "Why are you so serious?"

　　The projector in the hall was turned on, and the clown's face appeared on the screen. His face was still as white as a death, but he was wearing a casual Hawaiian-style colorful top and pants. He was sitting on a small wooden boat, paddling hard towards the sea.

　　"Goodbye everyone, Uncle Clown is going to participate in the biggest martial arts tournament of the year. This is a once-in-a-millennium event. I hope you are all healthy and happy in Arkham!"

　　The clown spoke to the camera in a serious manner, and finally gave a hypocritical blessing. The video ended with the clown's figure getting smaller and smaller and gradually disappearing against the sunset.

　　Then the projection began to play in a loop, the time bomb began to tick, and the villains below began to frantically defuse the bomb.

　　"Which son of a bitch locked the door!" Bane banged on the door angrily, trying to find a second way.

　　A few hours later, Stark's plane finally landed at the airport, and Steve spent the entire journey getting a verbal promise from him.

　　Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. was standing at the reception desk, waiting to greet the team he had identified. After briefly experiencing the explosive impact of the flower-planting incident, he realized that this was a perfect time to form a superhero league.

　　Although America is full of talented people, many superheroes are active in their own cities, and there are also some outstanding ones among them, the most famous of which is the Justice League.

　　But the Justice League is ultimately a non-governmental organization, not an official one. Moreover, some people's identities are sensitive. Even if Superman wins, it cannot be said that it is the government's credit. It would be better to set up an official league of our own to save trouble.

　　This plane carried three talented people he had his eyes on, and an unknown person who suddenly appeared.

　　Dan Heng: Sorry to bother you, I'll leave now.

　　Xiao Qinglong, who wanted to run away, was caught by Stark. Faced with the boss who was willing to reimburse the car and give him double salary, he could only be half-heartedly pushed into Happy's car.

　　Ethan was also stuffed in to keep Danheng company.

　　"Hello! I'm the boss's personal driver, just call me Happy." The fat driver greeted the two of them and shared with them the McNuggets and donuts he brought specially for the boss.

　　After the limousine carrying his two friends drove away, Stark took a serious look at Nick Fury in front of him:

　　"Who are you?"

　　"I'm Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, Tony Stark, and we need your help."

　　"Gentlemen, do you need any help?" The blonde stewardess came over and asked the guests blocking the door in a friendly and polite manner.

　　"Sorry, let's go to another place..." Steve used his body to block her view of Stark and used his arm to stop her from walking over.

　　"You better hurry, because—"

　　Black Widow quickly grabbed Captain America's outstretched arm and used her back to throw him over her shoulder. Steve was dazed by the throw and fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

　　"Because you're blocking my way." Black Widow smiled and took off her disguise, revealing her beautiful red hair.

　　"Let me introduce to you, this is Agent Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow," Nick Fury introduced.

　　Black Widow reached out and pulled Captain America up from the ground: "Just call me Natasha, Captain."

　　"You're planting spies among us?" Stark was angry. He hated this kind of surveillance, which reminded him of the time when he was forging iron in Afghanistan.

　　"I need to ensure your safety, Stark. You are an important protected talent. America cannot lose a great inventor like you."

　　Nick Fury tried to cover up his control freak behavior with sweet words, but Stark, as a normal person, easily saw through his tricks.

　　"Enough, you're just spying on us!" he said angrily, turning around and leaving without any reluctance.

　　Steve subconsciously wanted to step forward and keep him.

　　"Forget it, Captain, he will think it through. Now our target is the other team members." Nick Fury stopped him.

　　"Tony...he's just in a bad mood." Steve defended Stark.

　　"We all understand, Captain," Black Widow patted his arm comfortingly, "He will be back."

　　Tony Stark, who was about to leave, saw his luxury car at the airport gate. Happy rolled down the window and gave him a cheerful smile: "Welcome back, boss!"

　　Ethan also poked his head out of another window: "We all firmly believe that you will come out."

　　Dan Heng nodded helplessly at Stark.

　　It was only at this time that Tony felt relaxed and free. He smiled, threw his sunglasses to Happy, turned around and got into the car.

　　"let's go!"