Chapter 48: Thick Mist

　　The serious and rigorous intelligence officer invited Bruce and the other two to have a small gathering at the Yichen Inn, where the Great Guardian of Beloberg was waiting.

　　"Hello, Mr. Bruce, forgive me for taking up a little of your time." The elegant and noble Bronya bowed slightly, her beautiful gray eyes full of wisdom and majesty.

　　"Excuse me, do you know Mr. Batman?"

　　Bruce gave his official statement: "Huh? Who would like that dark and gloomy guy? He made a mess of my city!"

　　"But you are an investor in the Justice League. I believe Mr. Wayne must know Batman and his assistant Robin." Bronya smiled slightly, and then stated her purpose:

　　"If Mr. Batman comes to Luofu and intends to participate in this competition, we hope to meet with him. There are some things we need to discuss with him in detail."

　　"I don't know if the guy who hired child labor will come. You know, he's elusive." Bruce rolled his eyes, not at Bronya, but at Batman.

　　Player: Sometimes I really worry that he will become schizophrenic.

　　In the well-equipped, gentle and warm ward, a skinny old woman lies quietly and peacefully on the bed, with an electric wire connected to her pulse, and a faint line is beating on the display screen.

　　"Peggy..." Steve murmured, staring at the old woman outside the window, rubbing her cheek against the glass with his fingers.

　　The last time they met, she was in her prime, and her military uniform had captured the hearts of countless young men. Her eyes were always fixed on him, and her tender feelings were faintly visible in her eyes.

　　People say that a lover's eyes are the eighth largest ocean in the world, but Steve believes that Peggy's eyes are dense forests and upright rocks. She used her indomitable vitality and tenacity to carve out a niche for herself in an era that looked down upon women.

　　Seventy years ago, she was Officer Peggy. Seventy years later, she is the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the leader of the Carter Family. She seems to always be ahead of him, leaving him with a happy and prosperous life.

　　"Captain, Ms. Peggy's life is about to come to an end, but growing flowers has the technology to make people live forever. This competition..."

　　Nick Fury whispered in his ear, saying that the shortest-lived fox-man has a lifespan of 300 years, that the celestial beings are immortal, and that the vidyadharas will reincarnate for 700 years and be reborn.

　　He finally said, "Steve, can you bear to watch Ms. Peggy die like this?"

　　Can you bear to watch your lover, your soul mate, your greatest concern in this world, die of old age in a tiny bedroom? Can you bear to watch her face age and her life fade away?

　　"Enough." Steve interrupted Nick Fury. He leaned his arms on the glass to hide his expression, but after a brief loss of composure, he raised his head again, and Fury saw that his eyes were a little red and swollen.

　　"Director Fury, I chose to represent the United States in the competition in order to observe the country of Planting Flowers and to prevent any possible war from breaking out, not to become an accomplice in human experiments and to harm a country for my own selfish desires."

　　But Fury said, "So, Captain, why don't you dare look at her?"

　　Steve Rogers, if you are truly innocent and upright, why don't you dare step forward? Why don't you dare wake up the person you think about day and night?

　　Captain America choked, but he did not turn his head away, as if he could escape everything by doing so, escape the fate of his beauty fading and his black hair turning white.

　　"I understand what you mean, Captain. Do you think I'm some kind of crazy bastard? Immortality is the first of the ten sins banned by the Flower Alliance, and His power is so strong that even if all the countries were tied together, they still couldn't reach Him."

　　He finally revealed his true purpose: "If I can't achieve immortality, why can't I stay young? Imagine a world without any aging or illness, without any trouble from any disease..."

　　Captain America interrupted him and said, "Do you believe what you said? Death and aging are facts that humans cannot escape throughout their lives. I believe Peggy will never escape these things either."

　　Moreover, if you seek immortality, how can you let go of longevity? Are you seeking these for the people of the world or for your own personal interests?

　　"Chief, I've walked the streets of New York, and there are homeless people everywhere. Robbers and thieves are rampant in communities of people of color. Even if you have immortality, what use will it be for these people? The average life expectancy of a homeless person is only three years!"

　　He loudly questioned the head of the great spy agency: "Were you to seize immortality and then use them as firewood? With immortality, can we ignore security risks and abolish pensions?"

　　In the end, he couldn't explain it. Steve Rogers was only a young man in his twenties. Even though he had been in the army, he had never received any real political education. But he could still understand the United States today:

　　“Why has our country become like this?”

　　Why is the government heavily in debt, why are military bases springing up all over the world, why does the government keep giving money but people are still unemployed, why don't women have the right to abortion, and why are drug products allowed to enter campuses with impunity?

　　Why do SHIELD's classified documents show that the government is secretly supporting genocide?

　　Captain America, who had fought for many years, woke up and found that the Nazi was actually myself.

　　So he wanted to plant flowers, he wanted to come into contact with the most advanced civilization on earth in order to save his country, and the reason he went there in an official capacity was to better prove his choice to the people.

　　Stark sat in the dim projection room, with photos flashing one page after another on the projection screen. He found some interesting small documents in the US military base in Afghanistan, with letters densely packed on each piece of paper.

　　He studied for a long time before he could make out the words between the lines. There were four words written on every page: Keep the enemy to yourself.

　　On the wall, photos of the extremists' massacre were still playing, but Stark couldn't help but hug the trash can and vomit. It turned out that all the unimaginable evil deeds benefited the high-ranking military officials he knew, and they decided the life and death of the people in the city while chatting and laughing.

　　"Tony?" Dan Heng violently broke into the screening room, stopped Stark's mental self-abuse, and dragged him out of the room.

　　"You should take a rest. Flower farming is not yet connected to international flights. You will have to take a long ship ride to get there." He handed Stark a glass of milk brought by Benben.

　　Stark was lying on the sofa, in a trance: "I am a sinner, I am an accomplice to the massacre."

　　He curled up and hugged his body with his arms. Danheng realized that this was his PTSD and ordered Benben to get sedatives.

　　He really should go to Luofu. Even if not for the Industrial Manufacturing Division, he should at least go to the Danding Division to have a look. At least he can take off the focusing lamp on his chest. This kind of heart support device is too backward.

　　Dan Heng watched Stark fall into a deep sleep, then stood up and closed the curtains. The Mark armor in the corner emitted a bright blue light. From the technology to the production, it all reflected the maker's unique genius.

　　But Dan Heng's blurred memory reminded him that many years ago, before everything happened, there was someone who was as talented in engineering as Stark.

　　"Sinner..." He sighed softly: "I am also a sinner. This is my fate. I have no choice but to accept it."

　　"Ding ding." The phone vibrated twice. Dan Heng clicked it and found it was the company's work group.

　　What bad luck, delete it immediately.

　　He wanted to delete the group chat directly, but found that his former boss had forwarded a company notice, which clearly warned that there were signs that the Star Core Hunters had broken into Luofu, and the Cloud Cavalry was currently tracking them. Colleagues working in the flower garden should be careful about their own safety.

　　The former leader was tagging the unlucky guys who were on business trips while growing flowers one by one in the group, while in the company forum for anonymous chats, the employees were gossiping enthusiastically.

　　Someone swore that he saw a huge purple spider, and someone else said that he saw a black cat in the night. The guy who said he saw the black cat was attacked by everyone until someone posted a picture in the building.

　　Dan Heng only took one look and half of the blood in his body froze.

　　In the blurry photo due to shaking hands, the broken black sword flashed a cold light.

　　Dan Heng was just about to type and ask when this was taken, but before he could finish typing the last period, the pixel avatar on the screen flashed for two seconds and the message disappeared without a trace.

　　Then, the forum exploded.

　　"Wow, it's the boss on the front line, how did you take the photo?"

　　"Humph, isn't it just that bladed weapon? The photo is so blurry, it's obviously fake. Another guy trying to attract attention."

　　"What do you know about the one in front? I made a database of all the public photos of the Star Core Hunters. There is no duplication in the picture just now. It is real."

　　"Stop arguing. Didn't you notice that the people upstairs have withdrawn? Luckily I took a screenshot quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have found it."

　　"Hey, don't you find that the pixel avatar that guy is using looks familiar?"

　　"Now that you mention it, it's true. Wait, isn't that the symbol of the Silver Wolf in the Star Core Hunter's hand?"

　　The administrator heard the news and banned the post.

　　Dan Heng stood there, cold sweat soaking his back, and he realized that this was directed at him.

　　At night, the moon hung high in the sky, and a dark shadow slid down and fell precisely in front of a window.

　　"Good evening, Batman, you still like to go through the window." Bronya was dressed appropriately and sitting at her desk.

　　"You're looking for me." He said hoarsely, ignoring the chair reserved for him and standing there with his back to the moonlight, dark and huge, with his face blurred.

　　"Yes, we need to cooperate." Bronya remained expressionless as she looked back at her friend who loved becoming a horror legend.

　　"Reasons." The big black bat spoke briefly and did not express any surprise at her words, although he had already listed countless possibilities in his mind.

　　"Growing flowers has been secluded from the world for thousands of years. Apart from the turmoil two hundred years ago, there has been no disturbance. Have you ever guessed why they came out into the world now?"

　　Batman looked back silently without saying anything, waiting for what was to come.

　　Bronya did not keep the secret: "We suspect that this is related to the Star God of Destruction, Nanook. Various signs indicate that his Lord of Extinction seems to have set his sights on this remote planet."

　　"Otherwise, according to the ancient tradition of flower planting, I'm afraid we will never see them until we die."

　　"I need information on Nanook."

　　In the communicator, Tim and Dick also acted quickly. Dick sent a message to Clark that they now needed to simulate the universe.

　　The young reporter wearing a nightcap was awakened by the communicator and opened his sleepy eyes: "Hello? Dick, OK, OK, I'll ask Ms. Black Tower."

　　He mechanically sent a text message to the Black Tower, a purple word mark flashed, and Superman fell into a deep sleep.