Chapter 4354: Justice League: Assembly (Part 9)

Barry woke up again and saw a slightly familiar ceiling. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Lois standing in front of him.

"It's good that you're okay." Lois sighed and said, "How could you be so reckless, rushing directly into the Capitol building; fortunately, it's not in the District of Columbia, otherwise you would have been shot."

Barry sat up from the bed, looked left and right, and then hugged the computer placed on the side, hugging it tightly.

"Sorry," Barry said, "But I might really have to borrow your computer. I..."

"Do you want to publish those photos?"

Barry nodded and said: "I can hack into the Internet and put these things on the homepage of the news website. Everyone can see it. Maybe then..."

Lois shook her head and said: "That has no effect other than making you a fugitive."

Barry wanted to refute, but he suddenly remembered that Lois is a well-known reporter. Since she had already taken these photos, she could have published them completely. Why didn't she do so?

"It's a pity that the United States does not have real freedom of speech. If you send out something that is inconsistent with the mainstream media, you will soon be found by someone." Lois sighed and said, "And all mainstream media speak with the same mouth."

Lois gently took the computer and called up another video. Barry watched it, and the whole person was stunned again.

This video is unremarkable; it is actually just playing one news after another, but what is terrible is that different studios, different hosts, and different time periods are all saying exactly the same thing.

Not only is the content the same, but the tone, pauses, details, expressions, and the pictures displayed on the TV behind are all exactly the same.

Barry even saw many news channels he was familiar with, as well as many sharp news media commentators, all saying the same thing.

"Barry, you have already entered university, which proves that you are very smart, so you should understand that in a big city like Los Angeles, homeless people are all over the street, almost everyone has seen it, why does no one pay attention to this?"

Lois sat on the bed, looked at Barry and said: "Never assume that news media are well-intentioned. In most cases, the significance of the existence of mainstream media is not to let people see something, but to let people not see something, or to let people turn a blind eye to what they see."

"The information a person can obtain in a period of time is limited. As long as you fill these shares with unified mainstream media news, this will be beautified as the truth, because people no longer have the ability to receive more information."

"And to break through the blockade of mainstream media, it is almost impossible to do from the media level, especially in the United States, because some people will not only break through your home defense from the media level, understand?"

Barry of course understood, and he is not stupid. Simply put, this is not a fair game at all. If you want to say mainstream media control, and he exposes, and conduct a peak duel at the media level, then he really may not lose.

However, people don't play this kind of online duel at all, and can completely solve you from the physical level directly by finding trouble offline and letting agents break in.

And the exposer is always weak against the mainstream media; they have no state apparatus to rely on, and the execution at the physical level is the most effective, which determines that they can never win.

"Then what should I do?" Barry said quite dejectedly, "Is it true that I can move those homeless people to a warmer place? In this way, at least they won't freeze to death, and it's not much for me."

Lois shook her head again: "If they are in the original place, they may still have some order to rely on, whether it is gangs, mutual aid associations, or even drug dealers, but if they leave there and suddenly appear in a place where they are not familiar with life, they will really die."

"Obviously they can do it," Barry said, "They don't even need to do it themselves, they just need to issue an order, give them some food, give them a place to live, why not???"

Barry got angrier as he spoke, and stood up directly from the bed. Just when he was most angry, a phone call suddenly came in.

"Hello, this is A. R. G. U. S., Mr. Allen, we contacted you before, about joining the super-powered team to move Capitol Hill back to the original place..."

"GET OUT！！！！！！！！"

Listening to the fierce roar on the other end of the phone, Schiller took the phone in his hand further away, put it down slightly helplessly, turned his head to look at the female agent, and then said: "The other party's resistance is too strong, and I have no way. It seems we have to change someone."

The female agent was about to say something, but Schiller preempted: "Fortunately, although the Flash is strong, it only has advantages in speed. To say comprehensive, I have a better candidate."

He picked up the phone and dialed the number again, and then said: "Hello, hello, is this Mr. J'onn J'onzz? This is A. R. G. U. S., we have something to talk to you about..."

Schiller stated his identity, put forward the request, and then said: "We are a regular organization, we will not force you to do anything, on the contrary, if you encounter some trouble, we can fully help..."

"The one in trouble now is not me, but you." The person on the other end of the phone snorted coldly and then said, "So anxious to move Capitol Hill back, is it because the councilor masters dare not go out?"

"Of course not, we can explain this matter." Schiller appeared very patient, and he said, "The official has issued a rumor-refuting statement. The research base moved to Metropolis by Superman is completely used for normal medical purposes, and even many excellent original drugs come from this base."

"Look, it's written in the news. There are two asthma drugs newly developed, and before that, an effective drug for Marfan syndrome was developed. If you don't believe it, I can send the information to you. Wait a moment, I will send it to your mailbox..."

The agent standing behind Schiller wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from Schiller. After hanging up the phone, he turned his head and said, "Don't treat everyone else like a fool. Without concrete evidence, how do you expect people to believe you? This Mr. Jones is no greenhorn; he used to be a police officer and already had no love for the federal government. To get him to save a councilor, you have to at least reverse his bad impression first."

And Martian Manhunter J'onn frowned tightly after hanging up the phone, because he heard a very familiar word—"Marfan syndrome."

This is a genetic disease that affects the health of many parts of the human body. It can reduce the lethality through surgery, but it cannot be completely cured and requires long-term medication.

J'onn is a Martian; he of course cannot have this kind of human genetic disease, but there is a very important person to him who suffers from this disease, and that is Dr. Erdel who sent him to Earth.

Sitting in the chair, J'onn recalled the scene of that year: a Martian who was completely stunned and a researcher who was scared to death, looking at each other in the laboratory.

"You, you you you..."

"I... where am I?" The tall green-skinned figure looked around vigilantly, but because he was too tall and overly vigilant, he took a step back, turned around, and accidentally broke a piece of equipment that looked very important.

About a week later, the researcher stood in front of the experimental bench and said: "It's a pity, this thing is completely broken; you should be unable to go back for the time being."

"I... I want to..." At that time, J'onn's English was not very smooth, he gestured and then said, "Mars, I want to go back to Mars, wife, children..."

"I am really very sorry," the researcher said, "But repairing this thing takes time; you'd better live here first, I promise it will be soon."

This stay was another week, and during this week, J'onn gradually learned to speak English and learned that this researcher was Dr. Erdel, who specialized in Mars research. His observation device had an accident and sent J'onn to Earth in reverse.

However, half a month after coming to Earth, Dr. Erdel told him a shocking bad news—Martians were extinct.

Because he was accidentally sent to Earth, J'onn successfully escaped the extinction of Martians, but he was already disheartened, hiding in the laboratory every day to mix and wait for death, and even didn't want to go out.

To encourage him, Dr. Erdel thought of many ways, not only taking care of him in daily life, telling him human stories, but also self-studying psychology, and gradually helping him walk out of the shadow through psychological treatment and hypnosis.

Recalling it now, J'onn always puts Dr. Erdel and his deceased wife and children in the same important position. That was his first human friend and his best friend.

Unfortunately, God doesn't follow people's wishes, or Martian Manhunter is destined to be lonely. After J'onn was willing to go out, he met many humans and also discovered that Dr. Erdel's physical condition was far below the average level, which was when he knew that Dr. Erdel suffered from a genetic disease called Marfan syndrome.

He was relatively lucky; the condition was not very serious, but he needed long-term medication, and his body had always been relatively weak. And a few months after J'onn came to Earth, Dr. Erdel died of a heart attack.

Thinking of the things of that year, J'onn was silent in his seat for a long time before opening the email. Sure enough, he found an email sent by A. R. G. U. S. He was uninterested and didn't intend to read it carefully at all, but just as he turned down, his fingers stopped, because he saw a familiar name again; it was the name of a drug.

Martians also have super-brains, and their memory is very good. He clearly remembered that he had seen the packaging of this drug in Dr. Erdel's laboratory. At that time, his English was not very good, so he asked what it was, and the other party only said it was a medicine, and emphasized that it was a newly developed medicine.

With a "whoosh," J'onn's figure appeared over Colorado. He found Dr. Erdel's laboratory based on his memory; this place seemed to have been abandoned, so he easily found the room of that year.

J'onn shuttled between the experimental benches, not forgetting to look at the debris under his feet. He resisted the memory and sadness in his heart, and sure enough, he found the medicine box of this medicine on the desk that Dr. Erdel used most often, and there were two pills left in it.

J'onn picked up the box and looked at it carefully, and found that the name was not wrong at all. This medicine was developed by the secret base moved to Metropolis.

The main manifestation of Marfan syndrome, or the most lethal manifestation, is heart problems. Many patients will die of heart vascular rupture in their youth. Therefore, J'onn never doubted the cause of Dr. Erdel's death.

But now it seems that things are probably not that simple. Clearly, the maintenance of continuous medication before was very good. Except for the body being a bit weak, there was no fatal danger. Why did he die so quickly after changing to a new medicine?

More details of memories emerged in J'onn's mind: one month before Dr. Erdel died, he became very depressed and often stared at the computer in a daze, and at that time, a new project had just started not long ago, which should have been when he was most motivated, and after that, he died.

J'onn's hand clenched the medicine box tightly, and his heart started to turn cold bit by bit.

?? The material I took in the US is enough for me to write another 20 million words. ===== CHAPTER 4355 =====