Chapter 51: Storm is coming

　　A phone call saved Dick.

　　"Hey, Bruce? You're just in time. Do you have...wait, what?"

　　Dick's expression suddenly froze, and then he turned his head and stared at Jason with disbelief.

　　Bruce's voice continued on the phone: "Dick, the coffin was destroyed from the inside, leaving bloodstains and broken nails all around. I need you to find the boy and do everything possible to get his DNA..."

　　Tim, who was also on the communication channel: Bruce, you disappeared early in the morning just to dig up my second brother's grave. Didn't you say before that it was just similar? How come you can decrypt it faster than anyone else now?

　　"I checked the surveillance again and found that he had been wandering in Gotham for at least half a year after leaving the tomb, and I, I didn't find out..." Batman's voice was rarely panicked, because he was busy training the new Robin at that time.

　　"Stop it, Bruce, we've found him." Dick hung up the phone.

　　Jason gave Dick an awkward but polite smile in response to his piercing eyes. He kicked Yan Qing, who was standing next to him pretending to be dead, and sent him a message using a self-created code:

　　<What do you mean by that? Are they really my family?>

　　<Don't panic, I've sent a message to the Grand Diviner. Let's negotiate until she gives us the result. >

　　Dick spoke first, ignoring their little movements: "Sorry, I know it's rude, but will you give me one of your hairs? I really don't have any other plans..."

　　"You want to compare DNA, right?" Yan Qing, who had been dozing off, opened his eyes. He was a young man as lively as the spring breeze, and his smile was like the early sun in March, but when he frowned, he looked unexpectedly imposing, like the arrogance of someone who could take the enemy's leader amidst a vast army.

　　"The bloodline of a celestial being should not be passed on to outsiders. Moreover, you have no blood relationship with him. All you have said is just one-sided. Mr. Foreigner, do you have any evidence?"

　　Tim urgently looked through the backup database: "I have his birth certificate, school enrollment certificate, medical insurance and death certificate in Gotham. I even saved a newspaper with his obituary..."

　　But Yan Qing shook his head: "I'm sorry, Yan Qing is not a fortune teller, I can't tell the truth from the many proofs you mentioned, not to mention that I see this guy seems to be good at computers, forging a fake one is not a problem."

　　"Apart from these certificates, do you have any group photos?"

　　Everyone looked at Dick, and Dick's expression kept changing. When Jason first came to Wayne Manor, he happened to catch him and Bruce in a cold war. He was not happy with this replacement who intensified the atmosphere of the cold war. When the relationship eased a little, his brother died.

　　Maybe Robin and Nightwing had a picture together, but Dick and Jason didn't.

　　"I, I don't have any photos with him. We had a big argument at that time, and the atmosphere at home was very tense..."

　　His explanation was very awkward, his resurrected brother dug up a six-foot grave with his bare hands, but no one noticed his resurrection and left him wandering around Gotham until he ended up growing flowers.

　　And now, he was sitting there, and he couldn't produce any evidence.

　　This family is indeed a bit twisted. Jason stopped Dick from apologizing: "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. After all, to me now, you are just strangers to me."

　　Dick and Tim froze. Bruce, who was secretly listening to the noise through the monitor, trembled slightly. Soon, he sent a packaged photo to Dick.

　　Dick held the phone in his hand as if he had been pardoned: "We don't have any photos, but you and Bruce do. Look, this is a photo of the day you were adopted, this is a photo of you and Bruce at the party, and this is..."

　　Jason and Yanqing looked at each other, took Dick's phone, and looked through it. In the photos, he was laughing happily with a strange man. They ate spicy hot dogs together and went to baseball games together. The man looked like his father.

　　"B...Bruce?" He murmured, blinking his dry eyes, and found that there were no tears flowing unconsciously as he had imagined. He could only yawn by lowering his head and squeeze out a few tears.

　　The books were all lies, he thought angrily. What happened to the saying that seeing photos from the past would suddenly bring back memories? Damn it, when I actually met them, I didn't feel any emotion at all.

　　Yan Qing (the player) saw his little movements clearly: Jason, you still love to show off so much, you really make me cry.

　　Stark finally decided to join the game with S.H.I.E.L.D.

　　"Tony, I knew you would choose us." Nick Fury happily hugged the highly-regarded genius, and in order to win his hearts, he returned the inheritance his father gave him to him.

　　"You knew it a long time ago? You've been hiding it from me?" Stark found out in disbelief that his father was actually the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., and this one-eyed man with thick eyebrows and big eyes had been holding on to his father's inheritance and not giving it to him.

　　"We are all grateful for Mr. Howard's contribution, but Tony, we must ensure that you can preserve this legacy and not turn it into weapons trafficking."

　　Stark was speechless. After all, he did look a bit troublesome before he awakened.

　　Fury was lying leisurely on the deck of the luxury cruise ship, sunbathing. There was no one around except him and Stark. It was a great place for a chat.

　　"Wait a minute, Tony, aren't you curious about why I came to you?" He raised his special sunglasses with only one frame.

　　"Persuading me to join your immortality plan? Come on, everyone knows what you are up to. You have to pay a price for getting something that doesn't belong to you."

　　Stark scoffed at Fury's little tricks.

　　"There is a price to pay, but it doesn't say who will pay the price. Tony, you are a superhero now, and you are not afraid of death, which is great, but what about your friends? Your friend Dr. Ethan performed heart surgery on you. Can you bear to watch him die on his sickbed?"

　　But Tony gave a mocking sneer: "I think he probably hopes that this day will come sooner, sir. Not everyone is so afraid of death."

　　"Everything you said is because you have not experienced loss, death and aging. Believe me, Tony, when you are old, sick, and powerless to watch your loved ones die tragically, you will hate yourself for rejecting me today."

　　Stark left with disdain, he was nearly middle-aged, but he always felt that he was as strong as a young man. The past twenty years he had wasted seemed to have never existed. He became a superhero too smoothly and did not experience the death of any friends.

　　Nick Fury lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it. He just watched the smoke slowly drift into the air, just like their grand yet tiny ambitions.

　　"Your judgment is as correct as ever, Stark, keep your original intention." Otherwise, you will end up like me, having to accept a job you don't like in order to keep your position.

　　After the bosses at the top found out about the flower planting, they started calling him like crazy. No matter what the purpose was, Nick Fury would not hand over SHIELD to anyone.

　　If SHIELD is handed over to him, at least he can guarantee that they will not make the Flower Planters determined to destroy the Americans humanely.

　　He threw a pager in a small apartment in New York and boarded the dream cruise empty-handed. Perhaps the prize of the competition would be eternal life, Nick Fury thought in a humorous way.

　　Danheng sat on the side of the boat, looking at the endless sea.

　　After he got on the boat on impulse, he felt a little regretful, but he couldn't let go of the guy who sneaked into Luofu, so he could only sigh to the sea.

　　"What's up, baby dragon?" Stark teased, a suitcase tucked under his arm.

　　Ever since he knew that two hundred years old was just an adult for flower growers, he used mysterious logic to call Dan Heng "Baby Dragon", as if this would make him older than Dan Heng.

　　"Tony, you must be careful after entering the flower garden. Although your armor is very powerful, it still has many flaws in the eyes of true masters."

　　Dan Heng warned him seriously.

　　Stark remembered the red light that destroyed his first-generation armor. It was almost like a tease, poking at the armor's weakness like a cat playing with a mouse, and after disintegrating the armor, it didn't even cause any damage to his body.

　　Stark twisted his neck involuntarily: "I know, of course I know. By the way, Dan Heng, you said that you were exiled because of the sins of your previous life, so what about the man named Blade?"

　　How would I know what that dark female ghost was thinking? Ever since I planted the flower, she has been making a small fuss every three days and a big fuss every five days. I always appear around his sight in various ways, and then start slashing with a sword.

　　"Maybe it's a relic from the previous life. I really don't want to know what they did back then." Dan Heng continued to sigh, and it seemed that he wanted to dive into the water and swim back to New York immediately.

　　Luofu, Taibusi.

　　The strange and huge Qiongguan Formation hung in the sky, and the components in the center kept moving. The young Taibu stood upright, and the tassels on her hairpins moved without wind. She closed her eyes, and the third eye between her eyebrows emitted faint starlight.

　　Ever since General Luofu decided to openly plant flowers, this small but capable Master Taibu has been guarding in front of the Dayan Qiongguan Formation without sleep, sorting out all possible connections.

　　"Fu Qing, you should take a rest. Even if you have extraordinary abilities, you can't withstand such consumption." The white-haired man in armor said, while teasing the bird on his shoulder.

　　Judging from the thickness of his hair, he must be very experienced in taking time off.

　　Fu Xuan snorted coldly, but also stopped what he was doing: "General, you made such a big fuss on Earth, where is the big fish you want to catch?"

　　"Hey, Mr. Fu, this is not my decision alone. It was agreed to by the Marshal after a meeting. The Immortal Boat has been patrolling the universe for a thousand years, and almost all the evil creatures that should be destroyed have been destroyed. If we don't put out some bait now, how can we catch the last big fish?"

　　It is hard to believe that this man who looks so young is actually the helmsman of Luofu - General Jing Yuan of the Divine Strategy.

　　"I'm afraid that before you can catch a big fish, your bait will be destroyed by a group of scoundrels." Fu Xuan hinted at something. In fact, in the eyes of many people who grow flowers, other civilizations on the earth are so disgusting and despicable that they have to obey them just because of the friendly regulations.

　　"This is just a small matter, I believe Fu Qing can easily handle it. By the way, have you found out Jason's origins? How did he come back to life?"

　　Jing Yuan complimented Fu Xuan with ease and revealed his real purpose.

　　"How could I possibly know something that the Dan Ding Division and even the Ten Kings Division haven't found out? He just woke up from the coffin without any features. I've deduced it countless times and it's the same."

　　Fu Xuan crossed his arms, the bun on his head swaying gently like rabbit ears, and he looked extremely fierce as he glared up from below.

　　"So, could it be the work of a certain Heavenly Lord? What good luck." Jing Yuan said slowly, as if he was thinking of the old days. The things they wished for but could not do, happened to someone so easily.

　　"Why would the Heavenly King care about such a small matter? There may be even deeper secrets hidden in this." Fu Xuan shook his head in disagreement. There are still many unsolved mysteries in this world.

　　"Forget it, he's just a poor man, and his fate is still waiting for him." Jing Yuan (the player) sighed at Jason's life experience. The DC screenwriter is really a inhuman being.