Chapter 45 Dead Robin and Living Robin

　　While the Justice League had already bought the boat tickets to plant flowers, the Avengers were still recruiting people.

　　Because the flower-growing competition does not restrict the nationality and number of applicants, and allows participants to enter the competition as individuals, and front-line agents report that the flower grower is suspected to be immortal, so this competition can be said to be full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and all kinds of monsters want to get involved.

　　Nick Fury checked the trump cards in his hand: former Soviet agent Black Widow, Captain America Steve Rogers, Hawkeye Barton, two people who were injected with super serum and one ordinary person who got to where he is today based on his own ability.

　　This lineup may not only fail in battle, but it may also be annihilated by heroes from other forces along the way. We must recruit people as soon as possible.

　　Nick Fury already has a preliminary candidate in mind. The important thing now is how to convince Tony Stark to join SHIELD. After all, this is also his father's legacy.

　　Let’s put aside how SHIELD convinced the other heroes for now. Dan Heng followed Stark to Stark Group, and Tony paid the twenty years of liquidated damages and vehicle reimbursement fees as he said.

　　"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Stark?" Dan Heng asked. The handsome young man was feeling uneasy. Whether it was the blooming of the flowers or the reactions from all parties, he wanted to run to the ends of the earth immediately.

　　I heard that the Black Tower Space Station has started recruiting new people, why not give it a try? He thought desperately.

　　"I remember you said you were an archaeological expert who studied the history of flower cultivation?" Stark didn't notice his uneasiness, and just thought he was sad and angry that he had studied flower cultivation and archaeology for half his life and found out that it was completely useless.

　　"It's no use saying this now. Times are changing too fast. I think you feel the same way, Mr. Stark."

　　Seeing that the situation was not good, Dan Heng quickly turned the topic to Stark himself. Sure enough, when talking about this topic, even a genius like Stark had to drink bitter wine.

　　"Dan Heng, you should know what I did before, right?" He lay sullenly on the large and luxurious sofa, with a faint light flickering from the nuclear reactor in his chest.

　　Dan Heng nodded slightly: "The president of Stark Enterprises, a genius weapons inventor."

　　"Yes, in the past twenty years, I have developed countless new weapons for Stark Enterprises. I never care about the survival of these weapons, because I know that even without me, those guys can fight even with rocks."

　　He slumped down on the sofa, staring at the amber wine in his hand:

　　"It was not until I was kidnapped this time that I realized how much damage my weapons had caused to the war-torn land. At that time, I swore in my heart that if I could return alive, I would definitely close this weapons manufacturing department and focus on clean energy."

　　Dan Heng didn't say anything. He knew that Stark just needed someone to talk to at this moment. He looked at the man on the sofa calmly and steadily, giving him spiritual strength.

　　"Then flower planting was born. They sent a woman and a child, threw a sword like a stone, and smashed all the pride of modern civilization."

　　He looked at the void in confusion: "I vowed to close the weapons manufacturing department because I firmly believe that the weapons I make are the most advanced killing weapons on this planet."

　　"But now, as everyone can see, our civilization is no longer the most powerful one, and our technology is several generations behind that of the flower industry. So what's the point of me closing the weapons manufacturing department?"

　　Dan Heng looked at Stark with his back to the light. His face was a little dim and blurry because of the backlight. He looked at the middle-aged man whose worldview collapsed with pity, and was more and more surprised at Jing Yuan's decision.

　　What happened that made the five drifting immortal ships agree with Luofu's action? He was full of thoughts, but he still comforted Stark:

　　"Mr. Stark, you also said that even without you, they would still use stones to decide the outcome. Closing the weapons manufacturing department has nothing to do with growing flowers."

　　"But it has something to do with the military." He stated the most important reason, which was also the reason why he had been hesitating:

　　"If even I refuse to research new weapons, then who else on this earth can compete with that flower-growing country? America has been the hegemon for too long. Some people are still immersed in the glory of the past and cannot see the real world."

　　This is an unsolvable problem, but Danheng knows that Stark will not sit idly by and watch his country go into decline. He has also come into contact with Americans when he was working in the company, and the biggest impression they gave Danheng was that they all firmly believed that the United States was the savior of the world.

　　The control of thoughts is more covert and terrifying than the control of the body, just like Stark's dilemma at this moment. Although Dan Heng is not very interested in American culture, he also respects their way of thinking.

　　"Why not go and see?" he said to Stark, "Grow some flowers, see what they really want to do, learn their technology and culture, so that you can know who the real enemy is."

　　In all honesty, he was just giving advice when he said this, and Stark's eyes lit up. He was moved by what he said, and to express his gratitude:

　　"Come with me, you have been studying flower-growing relics for so long, and even provoked a strange man. Don't you want to see the civilization you excavated with your own eyes?"

　　Stark's words were sincere, and Danheng had already begun to regret why he told this lie.

　　Jason stood in the Cloud Riders team, looking curiously in the direction of the dock.

　　The Xingcha Sea was busy in the early morning. The newly built dock was shining brightly. Humans from other parts of the earth were docking on the shore at an extremely slow speed in their outdated boats.

　　"Jason, do you still remember what happened before? Maybe one of your relatives is among the people who came this time."

　　The girl in yellow patted the boy on the shoulder. In this country where there are mixed people of vidyadharas, fox people, flower growers and even aliens, his blue eyes and white appearance are so ordinary.

　　“I don’t know.” Jason shook his head blankly. “The people from the Ten Kings Division said that I lost my memory due to a lack of consciousness after I came back from the dead. This is also a very special case in the universe. The Dan Ding Division believes that I may have been contaminated with the flesh and blood of the rich evil creature when I was alive, which led to the mutation.”

　　"Oh, I see." Su Chang scratched her head. "I'm sorry, but according to the laws of the Alliance, humans with the immortality gene are not allowed to leave the Alliance for their entire lives. If you have family, I'm afraid you can only let them come to see you."

　　The system heard this conversation: "Wait a minute, when did the second generation Robin Jason Todd become an immortal?"

　　The player looked away guiltily: "Because... that... anyway, as a world character, he has been away from his place of origin for too long, his energy was plundered too quickly, and the loophole in planting flowers is too big..."

　　"So he was actually assimilated by the patch? I was wondering why Luo Fu's progress bar suddenly increased so quickly! So you ate it directly, right?"

　　The system launches a Pam shock, hitting the unfortunate host in the abdomen, and the player falls to the ground, unable to get up again.

　　Here, Jason was still talking to Su Chang: "I understand that immortality is too tempting for the short-lived species. I have also sworn to Emperor Gong Siming to eliminate immortality and eradicate abundance."

　　He had already accepted his fate of immortality after his resurrection, and was prepared to die on the battlefield of the conquest of abundance. However, occasionally when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would always hear the flapping of bats' wings in his ears.

　　What was my past like?

　　Bruce Wayne accepted the synesthesia beacon and brought his two adopted sons to the flower planting on a luxury cruise ship.

　　"Good morning, Miss Bronya," he greeted in the direction of Beloberg's ship, and saw the great guardian smile back at him.

　　"Isn't Shiluva here?" Tim asked Jeppard curiously. The handsome guard's posture was still straight, but his expression was obviously more relaxed than when they first met.

　　"My sister is going on tour with her band, and Miss Hill and I are here to compete on behalf of Beloberg."

　　He pointed to a certain Miss Butterfly who was following behind Bronya and said, "Miss Seele is very skilled. I believe she will be able to achieve a good ranking."

　　Tim had seen with his own eyes this Shadow Butterfly slash a small monster with one sword, and defeated her first stage under the pressure of the former Great Guardian, but that was what Robin saw, not him: "Really? You can't judge a person by his appearance."

　　"What are you talking about?" Xier interrupted their conversation. She glanced at Tim in front of her with her wine-red eyes and didn't see anything different.

　　"Sorry, I met someone I know and we were discussing the game." Jeppard blinked and found that Bronya was discussing some topics with others that were obviously not of interest to Seele.

　　"I've long wanted to test the skills of others. When we meet on the field, I will not show mercy, Sir Guard Officer of the Silver Mane Iron Guard." Xier clicked her wrists, obviously impatient.

　　"I will try my best." Jeppard placed his hand on the violin case, which was as tall as a person. The luster of the earth's marrow flowed on his arm and the violin case.

　　"...We would like to try to seek technical assistance from the flower planters, which will be very helpful for the development of Beloberg." Bronya did not come to participate in the competition. She came to learn technology and borrow some loans to manage the frozen soil in Beloberg.

　　"Good luck with your journey, Ms. Rand." Bruce complimented her with his playboy social mask.

　　Dick stood there desolately.

　　If only I had known earlier I would have asked for leave to go to Beloberg, he thought regretfully. Although he was not unable to get a word in, it was still different. He leaned on the railing of the ship bored, casually observing the team verifying their identities below.

　　On the shore ahead, flickering stars danced like fireflies. Guards in blue cloud rider uniforms held ancient-style long swords and guarded the port. Colorful passengers lined up in a long queue, and a cute lion that looked like a puppy sniffed their salutes.

　　At this time, a young guard in uniform walked by, revealing a face that Dick was very familiar with.

　　The young boy chatted leisurely with the girl in yellow, relaxed and lively, as if nothing in the past had happened and he had grown up safely to his current appearance.

　　"Jason?" He murmured in his sleep, shook his head in disbelief, and then before anyone could react, he turned over and jumped off the cruise ship, diving into the sea.

　　His behavior instantly attracted everyone's attention.

　　"Dick!" Bruce exclaimed and almost fell into the sea. Fortunately, the people who were traveling with him were quick-witted and grabbed this rich man who was keen on extreme sports.

　　"Dick! What are you doing?" Tim saw his adopted brother swimming out of the sea, swimming towards the shore with a clear goal. His head swayed back and forth, as if he was looking for someone who had been lost and found.

　　Tim also turned his eyes to the shore.