Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Tony stayed until the sun went down before leaving the Hall of Justice.

When he took a private plane to "go out to the field" for Fury, he was not in a good mood. Thinking of the gap between the current defense force of the earth and the foreign enemies, and thinking of the malicious Luthor and the secretive S.H.I.E.L.D. , and now he doesn't even have a smile on his face.

He stared at the fountain in the square for a while, then walked down the marble steps towards the tarmac, thinking about how to get information about the weapon while walking.Getting on the helicopter, just about to close the door, suddenly a hand stretched out diagonally, and pressed weakly on the cabin door.

Tony raised an eyebrow.

He gestured, and Jennifer stepped into the cabin graciously and took a seat on the side. "Mr. Stark," she said straight to the point, "I know you're busy, so I won't waste your time. I have a kind request for this weapon."

"I thought you had said enough in there." Tony leaned back on the back of the chair and crossed his legs, "Your request to contact me in private after the meeting may not be so easy to fulfill. Let I guess, maybe it's not only not easy to achieve, but also not supported by all members of the Justice League. You won't let me do something illegal?"

"The law may not be able to control this matter." Jennifer smiled when she heard this, "A few months ago, Poison Ivy controlled Superman to attack the S.H.I.E.L.D. building. Afterwards, he was imprisoned in a special prison. Supervision. Professor X also said that her memory about the weapon was sealed by Hydra and could not break through head-on, but that memory has not been erased."

She paused.

"The air prison was designed by you, and your AI is responsible for monitoring it now. I know you have a way to bypass the storage system of SHIELD. The memory blocked by Poison Ivy is likely to be the key to breaking the situation. With the help of the Spear of Destiny, I Maybe we can dig this memory out of her mind and expand it into the spiritual tower."

If this statement can really be realized, then there is no need for him to inquire about the news in private at the risk of confronting Fury.But this request is very legitimate, even too legitimate, and there is no reason why it cannot be raised at the meeting just now, especially when the participants still hope that he can go down to find out the news.Tony couldn't help but guess.That's what he thought, and that's how he asked the question: "If you think a meeting can solve the problem, why don't you let the Justice League come forward and put pressure on Fury?"

The new coalition is so powerful that no government or institution in the world can turn a deaf ear to its claims.

Looking at it from another perspective, wouldn't it be easier and more convenient for a psychic to act than to let him hack into the secret system of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

To this, Jennifer could only answer frankly: "Because I'm not sure if I can find that memory." It doesn't mean that it can directly compete with all cosmic powers. Professor X is already one of the most powerful psychics on Earth, how dare she guarantee that even he can't do anything about it.What's more..."The members of the Justice League are special, Mr. Stark. At the moment when the alliance was first established, rashly putting pressure on other organizations may be counterproductive to future cooperation. I hope this is A private meeting."

"A private meeting." Tony repeated casually, "It seems that the justice of the Justice League is not so absolute, and the planetary crisis is nothing compared to some small political considerations."

"I haven't mentioned this news to the meeting, it's just a personal request." Jennifer sighed, "Why pretend you don't understand, Mr. Stark. Whether you or me, or other superpowers, no one can be sure What role did S.H.I.E.L.D. play in this matter. Individual actions are always safer and less confrontational than groups.”

It is indeed a political consideration, but it is just a personal consideration out of concerns about the future of the alliance.She was still human, but what about Supermen, Martians, Amazons, and Atlanteans?As the largest and highest superpower-related organization in the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. keeps secrets and restrains the Avengers under its name, not to mention the new alliance that has just been established after independence.

It's fine if you can't find any inside information. If you really put pressure on it in the name of the alliance, S.H.I.E.L.D. has hidden a "weapon" that can affect the fate of all mankind. Then there is no room for negotiation and buffer. there is none left.Are you going to take Fury to the interrogation room?In what name do you do this?What about other psychic organizations?How will the US government and the United Nations react?What if the government knows about this matter, should it hand over the right to dispose of it?

She understood this truth, and so did Iron Man.

Sure enough, after a moment of thinking, Tony nodded, as a tacit consent to the matter. "You will be a very good Robin." He clicked his tongue, "You, Miss Seraph, you give me a very familiar feeling."

"I'm not Batman's assistant," Jennifer said, "Your K-sense may just be an illusion."

"But I happen to have a good guess." Tony said lazily, "I live in Gotham, I have a good heart, and I know everything about what happened last time. It's just trying to hide your identity from a certain group of people."

They stared at each other, and after a few seconds, Jennifer tapped the Spear of Destiny lightly, and the golden light faded from her body, revealing a face that was not unfamiliar to him.

Iron Man wasn't even surprised, he just made a joking gesture with his hat off.

"Long time no see, Miss Davis." He said, "Super criminals are now being held in a new prison, under the dual jurisdiction of the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. It is not difficult to break through this prison, three There will be an answer within days."

Jennifer nodded at him, and then she jumped out of the helicopter and took to the sky.

New York, Island Prison.

Poison Ivy had been transferred here from the Vault a few weeks earlier, along with fourteen other super-criminals.Only three days later, the Lone Island Prison encountered the largest prison escape attempt in history, and had to raise the security level again.A large number of criminals were injected with super-power inhibitors, and some were even held in special rooms for ability development, under the control of weakening force fields all the time.Poison Ivy, as the culprit of Superman's loss of control, also "owns" a separate cell of her own.

In the evening, after a dinner of clear soup and little water, the prisoners with lower security levels were rushed to the cultural study room by the prison guards.In the past few days, several well-known sociologists have come to give lectures in the prison, which can be regarded as a rare pleasure. Even the super criminals in solitary confinement have a small TV to watch the broadcast.

The same scene was played in the small room where Poison Ivy was held.The room was divided into two halves by railings made of special materials. Two prison guards sat near the small table on the left, staring at the prisoner without blinking; while Poison Ivy lay on the other side with her hands folded behind her head cot.

At [-]:[-], just as the class was about to end, there was a knock on the door.

Poison Ivy twisted her waist and got up from the bed, and retreated to the wall vigilantly, her eyes were piercing.While she was watching, the door made of fine iron was pushed, and the two policewomen who came to shift came to the room and stood there expressionlessly. It was unusual, and behind them was a typical policeman with an ugly face. The warden and some guy with his chin up in the sky.

"Tony Stark, what a rare visitor."

With a slightly hoarse voice uttering sharp words, she moved gracefully to the side of the protective net, showing her sharp canine teeth to the rushing person.

"What's the matter, I heard that I'm no longer in the Vault, did you miss me? Come closer, Mr. Stark, I will be very happy to give you a long-lost kiss."

"Thanks for your insensitivity, ma'am," Tony said casually.Iron Man didn't know what kind of look he made to the outside, and the warden's already dark face became even darker, but he swallowed his anger and walked out with a total of four prison guards, closing the heavy anti-riot gate.

Seeing that there were only two people left in the room, Poison Ivy's curiosity and vigilance reached their peak for a while.She looked at Iron Man, waiting for an answer.

She didn't wait long.

"I've brought a visitor," Tony said bluntly, almost out of his style.

"What?" Poison Ivy asked suspiciously.With a soft click in the room - like the sound of a heel touching the floor - her puzzled expression froze instantly on her face.

As the clicking sound approached, as if some invisible sharp blade pierced the air, a distorted golden beam of light suddenly appeared in midair.The beam of light stretched longer and longer, opened wider and wider, dazzling golden light rushed out from the depths of the crack, and poured on the pale floor.Poison Ivy resisted the urge to close her eyes and watched without blinking, almost having the illusion that her eyes would be burned off.She watched, watched, until the crack finally couldn't bear the pressure behind her, and suddenly opened.

From the folded space, a person came out.

The opponent is carrying a pair of huge wings that are being folded, and holds a scepter that seems to be burning in his hand.Poison Ivy knows who she is.Countless times, from the inmates in the two super prisons and the information sent from the dark, she has heard the name of this new Gotham name.But right now, she tried her best to distinguish the other person's face, but found that she couldn't see that face clearly at all.

So she could only force herself to be calm, and said, "Seraphim, you shouldn't be here."

"I'm here to look for you." The Seraphim who stood still said, "I'm here for an answer. What did Lex Luthor tell you?"

"I said it before, but I don't remember." Poison Ivy said.

As soon as I heard that the other party came for this matter, the slight tension caused by the big battle faded away.Without him, she really doesn't remember what happened at that time, she only knows that Luthor threatened herself with all the plants in Gotham, if she doesn't control Superman, the end will be ugly.As for what Luther said in detail, and what happened some time before that, no matter how hard I tried to recall, I couldn't remember it.

"I believe you don't remember at all." Unexpectedly, Seraphim said, "Professor X made it very clear that there was a stronger ability user who covered up that memory, or in other words, his ability was not enough to spy on more Higher level memory—"

Hearing this, Poison Ivy breathed a sigh of relief.

"—But the human brain is not a hard disk." Seraphim continued, "Any psychic, even those who claim to be able to perfectly modify the consciousness of the human brain, cannot completely change it. In terms of psychic K, the strong and the weak It's not the difference in order of magnitude, it's not that two is greater than one, but the difference in level. A high-level psychic user is fully capable of overriding any operation done by a low-level one." She twirled the Spear of Destiny in her hand. "I wonder if I can break through this level."

Before the Poison Ivy Girl could relax, she raised her voice again.

"Do you think I will allow you to manipulate my brain?" She asked sharply, "Because my words were unfounded, you still have nothing to do with Luthor. Could it be that the memory obtained in this way can convict him? ?”

Luther?

Tony, who was sitting behind him, almost blurted out "Who cares about Luther now".

The seraphim obviously didn't care, she didn't even answer, just held the Spear of Destiny high.

Gold once again filled the room, and Poison Ivy found that her gaze was firmly locked with the other's. She couldn't look away, and could only watch the gold pervade her body, bringing a tingling sensation. An odd touch that wears the soul.

From the depths of the light loomed a gigantic tower, like an ever-flowing gravel sculpture made of billions of jigsaw puzzle pieces, extending gray and black tentacles in all directions.

On the tower, she saw various images that flashed by.

Old people, children, women, men, dogs running past them, swallows nesting under the eaves, an ant writhing its tentacles... "What did Lex Luthor tell you?" A faint voice echoed.

Again, unconsciously, Poison Ivy began to remember.

As always, she didn't think of anything, but the tower seemed more solid.

"What did Lex Luthor say to you?" the voice asked over and over.

The golden light became more and more dazzling, and almost solidified in the room.Whether it's Poison Ivy or Iron Man, they all felt an illusion that they couldn't breathe, as if the beam of light soaked and penetrated every cell in their bodies, forming a long river falling from the sky without a roof.

Just when Poison Ivy felt that she was about to be set on fire, suddenly, a very vague shadow appeared on the tower.With the appearance of this shadow, it seemed that the dam had burst a small hole, and could no longer hold the water behind it, and more pictures gushed out in large sections.It seemed that they were no longer in a prison cell, but on a wilderness with no support, only the tall tower was emitting a twilight, towering without end.

And then—then they all saw it.

Three pairs of eyes, one pair of pain, one pair of curiosity, and one pair of calm, stared at the picture spread out in the void.

Poison Ivy and Lex Luthor are clashing in a speeding car.This is a six-seater car, with two adult males sitting in the front row with gloomy expressions, and an old man sitting in the back row.If Nick Fury was there, he should be able to recognize it. This is a special agent who has been entrusted with important tasks.

The car drove all the way forward, and the conflict between Poison Ivy and Luthor came to an end.Luthor seems to be insisting that she control Superman, who is hoping to stay safe.The argument ended with a word from Luther.Judging from his memories, he didn't seem very upset at this time, but showed a little impatience, and even had a faint look of winning.

"Maybe I should show you what power it has," the three heard him say clearly.

The car immediately drove into what appeared to be a secret base, with the Hydra logo along the way.The following agents left separately, and only Luthor led Poison Ivy through the long underground tunnel, passed through several abandoned experimental sites, and opened a gate located in the innermost layer of the base.

It was a very empty room.

There is only one light mirror built with unknown technology in the entire room.

"What's this?" Poison Ivy heard herself asking.

"This is a kind of homotope." Luther replied, "Hydra has studied for so many years, and only made this piece of anchor that can connect to the void. This piece is not in the same order of magnitude as the one collected by S.H.I.E.L.D. Above all, it can only support a few conversations."

"Conversation?" Poison Ivy in the picture sneered, "Why, you are still Aladdin's magic lamp? Could it be the magic mirror in fairy tales? You always talk about weapons, weapons, it seems that you don't get them For the loss, I thought it was something that could shoot Superman down."

"He explained Superman's origin and his weaknesses, and he explained it very clearly." Luther shrugged, "Now that I figured out what kryptonite does, I have to warn you, if you don't want to ask questions, you can You have to think about it, there is a kind of white kryptonite that can kill all plants within tens of kilometers."

"Are you threatening me?" Poison Ivy's expression turned ugly. "Wait, he knows where Superman came from? Him?"

Luther glanced at her vaguely, then stepped forward and activated the light mirror.

At the moment when the light mirror was activated, the tower of the mind let out a piercing buzz and shook crazily.The Seraphim knocked the Spear of Destiny on the ground and filled the gaps in the tower with more golden light, which stabilized the memory screen.

What appeared in the light mirror was a void.

The most eye-catching thing in the void is a strange seat.

A man sat on a chair, turned to face them, and glanced at them.Luthor and Poison Ivy, who were facing this person directly, trembled uncontrollably under those gazes, and the three outside the screen seemed to be being targeted by some large predator, and K felt unspeakable pressure.The Seraphim held the Spear of Destiny tightly, feeling it whine in his palm.

In the picture, Lex Luthor frantically wanders on the light mirror, while Poison Ivy is the first to ask: "Who are you?"

"My name is Metron." The person sitting on the chair said calmly, "And what I have is called the answer."

As soon as the words fell, the heavy pressure finally destroyed the defense line of Spear of Destiny.

The same as when it came, the magnificent light dispersed from the room like a tide, and was caged into the spear body again.The tower collapsed, the wasteland crumbled, and icy dust was splashed on the ground.

They are back.

It was the same cell, the clock was still at [-]:[-], and the speeches of sociologists were still playing on TV.

All the illusory scenes are gone, only the poison ivy girl who passed out due to overload, and two superheroes looking at each other in shock.