Martin Variety in American Comics

Ding Dong, Ding Dong.

Martin was still in his dream when he was awakened by the continuous doorbell ringing from the door.

He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear. He yawned, and reached for his glasses from the bedside and put them on.

Pah!

Martin lifted the quilt, touched his belly with both hands, and patted it twice, making a crisp sound.

"It seems that I am very ordinary today!"

He stood up from the bed, temporarily ignored the doorbell, walked to the floor mirror, looked at himself listlessly, and recalled various ways to mobilize special abilities in his mind, but there was no reaction.

At least he was not like the Egyptian pharaoh and the Shushan swordsman, who could see the magical appearance just by looking at it.

"That's enough, at least I can rest for a day!"

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, tidied his messy hair, walked out of the bedroom, and found that the decoration style of the house had become very simple, almost white walls, which could be regarded as a plain body.

The things placed in the room also became very simple, just simple wood and metal products, which can be regarded as plain.

"Such a hermit style is quite rare."

Martin temporarily ignored the ringing doorbell and looked at the decoration style of the house.

This hermit style is actually deliberately created, and it seems to be deliberately to maintain a simple environment. Usually, groups that advocate asceticism do this.

After confirming this, Martin gave up the pursuit of power in the flesh and began to explore the difference in the spirit.

But just as he was about to try to do this, he was interrupted by the increasingly urgent doorbell outside the door.

Martin was not angry either. He wanted to give himself a holiday today and no longer participate in those too intense things. Naturally, he didn't care so much about the power in his body.

He walked through the living room, walked to the entrance, looked out through the cat's eye on the door, and happened to meet Diana's eyes.

"Why are you alone so early?"

Martin opened the door and saw only Diana, and quickly invited her in.

The princess of Paradise Island had put on exquisite makeup, which made her look even more beautiful. She was wearing a slim-fitting sequined long skirt, with her arms and back exposed, and a pair of high heels, with both legs exposed.

Martin took out a set of his own clothes and gave it to Diana, saying with concern: "The temperature in Gotham has always been low. Don't you feel cold wearing such revealing clothes?"

Diana is a demigod, but she also has human senses, and of course she can feel cold and warm. However, cold and warm can't have any effect on her body.

Diana smiled and took the men's clothes handed over by Martin, and walked naturally to Martin's bedroom, but was pulled.

"Go to the guest room!"

Martin grabbed Diana's arm and pushed her into the guest room.

Diana deliberately opened the door, and the sound of clothes falling to the ground and clothes rubbing against the body came from inside, which made people imagine.

Martin listened to this sound, and naturally imagined the picture of a naked woman in his mind, but soon he realized that Diana did it on purpose, and the impulse turned into a joke.

He shook his head, walked into the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast.

Diana listened to the sound coming from outside the door, and angrily leaned sideways to lean out, her long black hair falling like a waterfall, and her shoulders were white and shining with a dizzying light.

"Hey, I did this, and you didn't react at all. Are you still a man?"

Martin shook his head helplessly, and his voice came from the kitchen: "We are so familiar with each other. If you want to move to the next step, just say it directly. Is it necessary to do this kind of seductive trick?"

"If you do this when we just met, maybe I can't control myself and do something."

The logic inside is similar to hooking up and prostitution, because you don't treat the other party as a living person, but as a kind of venting tool, and regard it as something you control, so you can do whatever you want without worrying about any consequences.

But when the two get familiar with each other, each has an important position in each other's heart, and passion will derive something called "responsibility", making it difficult for you to have uncontrollable desires because of a certain part of the other person's body.

"You're good at talking!"

Diana smiled, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and then changed into men's clothes, changing from a gorgeous goddess style to a lively big sister next door.

Martin quickly prepared a breakfast, put it on the dining table, and waited for Diana to come out. The two of them started eating together.

"It tastes good!"

Diana drank a mouthful of porridge, and a warm current passed through her body, relieving the fatigue of the night.

She answered while eating, her voice a little vague: "You guessed it. When the rescue operation started last night, 52 superhumans were discovered. Batman and his men argued all night before they took the ownership of those superhumans from the city government."

"In order to implement your plan, I had to find those reliable charitable organizations and ask them for personnel support."

Martin frowned. He really didn't have much contact with those charitable organizations: "Is it necessary to dress like this? Do those people know how to throw parties?"

Diana frowned: "It's almost the same. Anyway, using the name of the Wayne Group, I have asked those guys to agree to lend people to Los Angeles to help. The preliminary work will start today, and I hope to buy more time."

"As for that dress, don't you think it's beautiful?"

"People like you look beautiful in anything you wear, so there's no need to torture your body like that."

Martin didn't mean to flatter, he just told the truth.

Diana was blessed by the goddess of beauty Aphrodite, and she was full of charm. Even if she wore the cheap goods that Martin bought for dozens of dollars, she still had the friendly beauty of a neighbor's older sister.

"You are a good guy to talk!"

Diana was still happy to be praised by Martin, but then she sighed and started to talk about business: "What happened last night proved your speculation. We still underestimated the power of the White House. Once they start to intervene in the aftermath of Los Angeles, things are likely to develop in the worst direction."

The worst direction, of course, is that superhumans are divided into a new class and become a new black group.

"We can only race against time now to minimize the impact of the matter before the White House intervenes."

Martin didn't have any good solution. Although he encountered many magical things every day, he was still helpless in these things and had to act according to the rules of human society.

No mistakes, just go to the 6-9 book forum!

"The best result, of course, is that we completely seize the dominance of superhumans in the name of the Justice League. But this result is too good, and I am not sure."

"For us, the lowest goal is to set a precedent. Even if we have to give in to the White House, we must create a path for superhumans to return to society normally."

Diana's spoon slowed down, and after thinking for a few seconds, she nodded firmly: "There is nothing wrong with what you said, this is the focus of our next work!"

"All work should be carried out around this principle, and any requirements that violate this principle cannot be accepted!"

"Nothing strange happened to me today, so let me help you deal with these troubles this time."

Martin finished his porridge, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Diane carefully and said, "The White House will not play all its cards at once and crush us directly. Instead, it will use public power and public opinion to attack the Justice League step by step."

Diana suddenly looked up, stared into Martin's eyes and asked, "I'm really curious, how do you know the relationship between me and Steve?"

After Amanda Waller's death, Steve Trevor, the director of the Sky Eye, made a comeback and was reorganizing the organizational structure of the Sky Eye, and its strength was weakened a lot.

In this case, it is natural for other departments to be pushed out as cannon fodder to test the Justice League.

Who made the Sky Eye fail miserably?

If Steve hadn't had enough connections, the powers of this department would have been divided long ago, and it would have become a garbage department that no one cared about.

"Uh--"

Martin touched his chin, not knowing how to answer.

Diana looked at Martin's silence and suddenly became interested. She leaned forward and asked with a smile: "Are you jealous?"

"A little bit!"

Martin said frankly: "I have heard a little about your relationship with Steve. So..."

"So you think too much. My relationship with Steve has only lasted for more than a year. After Ares died, we never met again."

Diana said seriously: "But, you are jealous, which proves that you really care about me."

"What else?"

Martin shook his head and stood up, walked into the kitchen and started washing dishes.

Diana was in a good mood for a while, even forgot about Los Angeles, and focused on Martin. Looking at his busy figure, she asked: "I haven't asked yet, what is your identity today?"

"Well, it should be a hermit!"

Martin answered casually, but he didn't get the answer, and the answer was very vague.

"Next!"

Diana's voice came from behind.

Martin's body turned naturally, stretched forward, and the plates and bowls flying towards him were frozen in the air on the spot, motionless.

At this moment, Martin suddenly connected with something vast, and his entire spirit touched something extraordinary.

Martin's identity will be revealed tomorrow. But can anyone guess it?