[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

Hey.

The clock stopped at the last second of five thirty-two.

Due to the damage in the middle, only a few pieces of window glass were left to reflect the light of the setting sun. There were not many glass pieces that fell on the floor, and the small blades were ready to cut the throats of innocent people who fell here.

There was an unusual silence in the room, as if the special magic box held in the hands of my father who was lying on the hospital bed leaning against the bed board sucked out all the sounds.But my sister still had a terrified worry on her face. Standing by the window, she intentionally or unintentionally cast her eyes to the downstairs outside the window.

Orange light shines through the window.

The lid was closed tightly, and he frowned slightly.What's inside is like the magical candy brought by Pandora's box, except that it's not plague, it's not famine, it's hope.

my ring.

My blue lantern ring.

My blue lantern ring is on my mother's hand.

I squeezed past my sister, the smooth barrel in her hand rubbed against the back of my hand, it was cold.I grabbed the arm of the ring guard standing near the door and pulled the door open and pulled him out of the ward.

Now we go and tell Hal Jordan about it.The gash in my stomach so low that I have to say it twice, the Hal Jordan of our world.

I just want to prove to my dad that I am just an ordinary person who is more resolute than ordinary people, and the ring is not the reason for him to treat me differently.

I just want to prove in front of my dad that I am not a loser who will only tarnish the family's glory. An accident and wrong judgment cannot ruin my life.

I just want affirmation from him, like he did to my brother, I just want affirmation.

But I can't get it.

His gaze was branded on my back, on my bleeding lower back, and on the Husky T-shirt that was soaked in blood and turned dark purple.

The roasted heart, the bloody intestines that were all torn out, and the mutated lungs that exploded.But as long as I live, I'll prove it to him, and prove it to everyone.

When you're forgotten, you don't have to work so hard to get ahead.

pat.

The door was closed again by me, and those hot eyes still pierced through the small window of the door.

Nothing is constant, everything is falling apart.

Your affection, your love, the tears of your favorite Mona Lisa are fading, and your cells are aging and apoptosis.

My pace is slowing down, my fingers holding the wrist of the person behind me are getting looser and looser, my eyes are blurring, it is the illusion that blocks the reality, and I am willing to let the sea monster on the reef confuse your brain.

Geiger counter.

"Miss".

The key to open the garage lock.

My vision became blurry, and my brain didn't work.

"Gar...Gardner...?" Someone called my name.

I'm Guy Gardner.

I am Green Lantern.

bang.

I hit the floor.

I'm a piece of rotten flesh.

I saw the red ring that was tightly held in my hand roll in a circle, making a slight friction sound on the marble tile floor, and finally fell down in front of my eyes.

"Oh my god, second brother!"

When I closed my eyes, her muffled voice and the sound of the door crashing against the wall were blurred.

shake.

shake.

I feel the tilted world.

Don't expect me to be able to tell you the story well, from what I did in the beginning, why I did it, to the day when I'm still willing to tell the story and tell you the ending.

Because ABC is no more chronological than CBA.

You can guess who I threw downstairs in the ward, or someone shot you in the stomach, or you don't think about anything and don't guess.

So let's skip to the day when I lost track of time.

When traveling to the US you usually need a map, and a free nosy tour guide is fine, but it's best if he doesn't get too rude.

I pushed the green impostor to the corner, and his shoulders hit the iron wall with a muffled bang, mixed with a cry of pain.I stretched out my feet and kicked those metal pipes that were in the way, and it slammed into other iron pipes. A series of chain reactions made the cold echoes become more beautiful than the ones led by Donald George in the pioneering period of Western California in 1846. Any one of the 87-man roster feels more underwhelming.

The abandoned warehouse is cloudy and cold because it has not received sunlight for many years. Moss grows in every corner, and it is not slippery, waiting for an unlucky person to step on it and fall a big somersault.

"I'll say it again—" I said in an eloquent voice, shaking the iron pipe I just picked up from the ground and threatening him, like the kind of old woman who forces poor students to pay their rent arrears, "you fucking Where is John hiding!"

Go back a few hours.

When I fully understood what Sox meant inside and outside the words, I was sitting in a bar drinking a cold beer.

I saw the live broadcast on the tv in the bar I hang out with about another brutal exploitation of poor Gotham, but it seemed like I should act like I was staying in Oa watching about the Kondra Jeff cycle again An academic speech with such a nonchalant attitude.

The premise is before seeing Batman's opponent.

As Socks said, many times Hal Jordan really appeared as a protagonist in "The Crime Discovered, He brandished a green massacre knife and slashed at all innocent things. The van was cut in half, tied The yellow ribbons on the car antennas are faded to almost white, a flag of surrender.

The crowd fled in all directions, and the miniskirt reporter standing in front of the camera grabbed her shock-flicked blond hair to try to make it look less bad.

thump.

She could only keep her voice from being drowned out in the explosion by shouting: "Green Lantern is fighting Batman in Gotham City, we don't know why, but it looks like the situation is not optimistic!"

I know they don't have a great relationship, but I also know that no superhero likes to expose their fighting side in front of the camera.

Unless you're a dumb rookie.

Unless you want to become more famous this way.

Unless you want them to say your name religiously and not someone else's before eating.

You'd love it when your old ass co-worker who's on pills to keep up his cholesterol tells your boss you hid porn on one of the company computers and secretly printed color porn for your clients.

You like it because you want to be famous.

Even if you get hit by the boss with a few fists, you sit under the wall with a nosebleed and still giggle.All the employees will know that you used the company printer to print pornographic pictures and put it in the information bag and took it to the client, and they sighed and pointed.

You like it because you want to be famous.

bang.

A bus flew up behind her and smashed towards Batman, while I stopped all the activities in my hands and stared at the LCD screen of the TV with rounded eyes.

"Citizens are being evacuated quickly, $[-] worth of statues have been vandalized! We don't even know how long it will take them to stop this 'disaster'!"

Bang.

I reached into my pocket and took coins and change, threw them on the bar table and ran out without looking back.

Wearing rings around my neck with a string is a habit I've had for some time, and on Earth I don't want to wear rings all the time, all the time so dazzling that I pretend I don't look like them.It's nothing more than a racist white guy in one clique mingling with blacks and smugly saying he's more dignified, but in another clique that white guy becomes a sweet pig, a gazelle, a ferret, The crooked-eared rabbit or some other animal broke into the reinforced concrete human kingdom.

And only by being forgotten, you don't have to suffer so much to get ahead.

"Ring, give me the coordinates of Hal Jordan." I was flying the shortest route to Gotham, with a long fiery red tail.

"Hal Jordan is on Oa."

ha?I took my right hand back to see what was wrong with my ring.

Ha-er-Jo-Dan-I said.

"Hal Jordan is not within sector 2814."

Heck.

I swooped down from the clouds, and among the towering buildings, I could see the iconic Wayne Building belonging to Gotham at a glance.

search for.

observe.

I'm going to find the green gummy warrior and hold him accountable for his actions.

But the truth is Hal isn't in sector 2814, not on Earth, not in Gotham, not in front of Batman confronting him and throwing pebbles at each other.

Lantern Ring is right.

tom.

Every movement and every expression of the opposite Green Lantern is not like the Hal Jordan I am familiar with, the Hal Jordan who lost John Stewart.

When his green shotgun fired bullets, Batman, who realized that he didn't have enough time to dodge, quickly reached out and pulled his cape in front of him. I appeared between him and the green bullet as a rescuer. A flaming red oil in a vacuum made it explode before blasting us all into the air.

"Gardner," he said after the storm settled down.

Well, I know, I know what you're going to say again.This is your Gotham.I turned to him and said, but you still have to thank me for protecting your suit from blowing a hole in it, Batman.

beep.

When he saw the red anger, the high-speed train exactly like Hal stopped, and he said something to the ring, whispering.The Night Knight yelled at me in a hoarse, low voice when he noticed that he was turning to run away.

"Follow him!"

Thank you so much for calling the shots, I'll be bringing him back with menthol.I glanced at him and followed the little green man who flew away quickly towards the east.

Ten minutes later we ended the boring chase. When I saw him crawling on the sand and moving his body forward trying to stay away from me, I knew I had won.

Green always has to spend more energy against red, as I did against Atrocitas a long time ago.

I dragged this impostor into the nearby abandoned warehouse. Just an iron rod can scare him a lot. I'm really not sure if the ring on his hand is still normal.

willpower.

Or hope.

Or mercy.

Or greed.

I saw nothing but cowardice in him.

"I...I don't know!" He simply squatted down, huddled in the corner of the wall with his head in his hands, making me with the iron pipe more like a villain, "Please...don't, don't hit me."

He said, "I don't belong here at all..."

Under the glove of his right hand, there were abnormal muscles and blue veins protruding, extending along the wrist and climbing up the forearm. I stared at him for a while, and then suddenly a voice said to me in my head.

Earth Three.

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