"So, where do we start?" Clark held a stack of paper in his hand, with questions written in beautiful fonts.

Alfred put an extremely exquisite bone porcelain tea cup in front of everyone, poured the freshly brewed strong tea into the tea cup, and the fragrance immediately filled the entire living room, taking away some late night's tiredness.

"Great," Bruce rubbed his eyebrows, "sitting in a circle by the table and answering the teacher's note like a little brat in preschool. There is no better way to do this."

The old housekeeper glanced at him.

"I mean, this may be a good way to get to know each other," Bruce changed his words.

Alfred put down the last plate of cookies in front of him with satisfaction.

"Introduce yourself and tell me a few of your strengths." Clark pulled out one of them and read, "Mr. Pennyworth, where did you excerpt these questions?"

"How to Make Kids Get Friendly," said the old housekeeper. "I reprinted the top ten bestsellers more than thirty times. I collected its luxurious hardcover version and read it from time to time, and found that it was very inspiring to solve certain attitude problems."

Bruce leaned back on the sofa with his arms held back, making up his mind and leaving no comment.

Clark moved uneasyly.

"Why, Big Blue, is your butt on fire?" Oliver said, it was really hard to accept the childish behavior of the most powerful person in the world wearing his own hot uniform.

"This is not fair. If we have to answer these things, I suggest that Bruce come first." Clark sat upright, his cloak was made of unknown material, and he could not find any wrinkles.

"So it's Bruce now," Batman said gloomy, "but Mr. Wayne wants to talk about his satellite more."

"Gentlemen, we can't sit until dawn," Diana pointed out. "If you want to continue arguing, why not do it after you get things done."

Freya stuffed a blueberry cookie into her mouth, and the old housekeeper thoughtfully added three times the sugar to her portion.

"How about these photos before talking about the satellites." Clark took out the photos sent to the newspaper from nowhere, and said "Executive", "Judge" and "Executioner".

Bruce was slightly stunned and sighed. "We will talk about this later, but now I have something to let you see."

He got up and took a thin laptop from the desk. Press a button and the screen was projected into the air by the entire series.

"This is the information found in Luther's information system." Bruce opened these folders, all of which were records of superhuman life. Finally, his fingers stopped on a folder with double "W" marks, and his inquiring eyes turned to Diana.

"If the stuff inside has something to do with me," the Amazon smiled slightly, "please."

Bruce opened the folder and brought up an old old photo from it. It was taken in Belgium in November 1918.

Everyone's eyes were stuck on that photo.

"Early a hundred years have passed, but you have not changed at all." Oliver sighed. "This is not the first time I have seen such a thing, but I still feel shocked by it."

"It belongs to a friend of mine." Diana said softly, "a loyal friend who sang for us in the war. Perhaps after his death, this photo has spread, and now I know its whereabouts-Luther has seized my treasure."

Her eyes passed through the old photos, as if she had returned to a long time ago. "A hundred years ago, I left the human world and found myself powerless to do anything to their hearts. When I was young, I believed that it was Ares who tempted people and turned their good into violent and chaotic evil, and war taught me more, and it told me that although there are completely beautiful people among human beings, changing this greedy world is beyond God's reach."

Bruce said, "God."

"I am the daughter of Hippolyta, the queen of Paradise Island, and a descendant of the Amazon. Zeus is my father," said Diana. "Short after this photo was taken, I killed my brother Ares. Although I never claimed to be a god for one day, the legend does not think so."

"Zeus? Ares?" asked Oliver, "It's that Zeus, that Ares? Ares? Are you telling me that Zeus is your father?"

Diana looked at him calmly.

"I need a tranquilizer, Bruce." Arrow took a deep breath, "You won't happen to have some with you."

Freya smiled.

"Great, now we have Nordic gods on earth, and there are Greek gods." Bruce snorted, "What is next? God?"

"God is not true." Freya and Diana said in unison.

"The Great Tragedy," said Oliver, "How will I face the pagans in the future."

"You can hold your head and cry with Clark," Freya said coldly. "Clark will go to worship every Sunday, and the priests of the community regard him as God's favorite son."

"Freya!" Clark protested.

"Ah, how wonderful, a Kryptonian who believes in God," Bruce said without a look, "I just said something was missing."

"I don't know Batman is also racist," Clark muttered.

"So, the superhumans that Luther revealed to you are just the tip of the iceberg, and there may be more in his data plate." Freya turned the topic back, "We can't rely on Luther who doesn't know how to deal with them, right? The forces behind the werewolf took away the information and might soon turn the finger to the superhuman. The news just released from Twitter, the Avengers announced to the public that this incident was caused by the irregular biological research, and the werewolf's corpses must have been taken away by them."

"Don't expect them to take out what SHIELD eats," said Oliver. "Fortunately, I took something from Redbeard, and Batman almost took him all."

"At least we know what we can use to deal with Superman, and this kind of stone falls everywhere on Earth," said Bruce. "In fact, I made hundreds of plans to kill Superman the night I got Kryptonite."

Clark stared at Batman with the look of "You must be kidding me."

"So, that explains why Luther puts you on both ends of the Colosseum," Freya said. "Luther is matching Super English by his own standards."

They were silent for a while.

"This state must be ended," said Bruce for a moment, "because of the current situation, we can no longer act independently. In order to deal with unknown enemies, a group is necessary."

"Wait, as far as I know, the Avengers have no plans to expand their enrollment in the short term, and there are no mutants among us," Oliver said.

"I'm not suggesting that we become the Avengers, Ollie." Bruce gave him a bat death ray, "I'm suggesting that we form a new alliance."

"This prevents us from killing each other due to the lack of information," Clark agreed. "It is not easy to find the superhumans. I can hear the sound of butterflies flapping their wings on the other side of the earth, and though, I often find it difficult to notice something special about some people."

"I think this is a good idea, too," Freya said. "We can't risk dragging other super-English groups into it, so that super-powered crimes are not resolved, and the current order will collapse instantly."

Diana thought something, but she did not deny it immediately. Only Oliver showed disagreement on her face.

"I don't think you can make such a decision, Freya." Oliver looked at her, "You've been too far beyond your own range." His gaze briefly stopped at Freya's neck. "I received a message from the universe yesterday, maybe you'll be interested in taking a look."

Freya's face changed slightly.

"I don't want to see it," she said. "If he thinks it's serious, he'll come to see me by himself."

Oliver sneered. "How many times have you been?" he asked.

Freya subconsciously held her necklace tight.

"Answer me, Freya, tell you this sacred number," said Oliver.

Freya finally spoke. "239." She said.

"239." Oliver repeated, "I'm really surprised why you can stay here fairly. When I want you to participate in this, I hope you can protect yourself from the upcoming storm, rather than just rolling yourself into the center of the storm, nor stand on the storm's surface and stare at the formation of the storm."

"What do you mean several times? What does it mean?" Clark's blue eyes looked worried.

Freya pursed her lips.

After a while, she barely took her necklace off her neck. The green gem seemed to have slight ink flowing, forming strings of numbers from time to time.

"You've been wearing this necklace," Clark pointed out.

"It's a gift," Freya said. "Vardeo, in your words, it's like a custody facility."

"Protect your personal safety?" Bruce suddenly asked.

Freya's eyes flashed with flowing gold under the light. She stared at Bruce for a moment and said, "No, it is intended to protect others from my harm."

"Your tribe has put a monitor on you." Bruce laughed in an unknown meaning, "and 239 represents..."

"I have intervened in the disputes on Earth as many as 239 times," Freya said. "To be more precise, I have hurt as many as 239 citizens on Earth. I am actually very surprised why my instructor has not come to me so far."

"What's yours?" Clark said, as if he suspected that there was something wrong with his super listening.

"My instructor." Freya looked at him with an illiterate look, "I am trying to explain this in the language of the earth. It is like a... internship? It will only last for quite a while. On my planet, students who have successfully graduated from the First Academy will be assigned to different sectors for traveling from hundreds to thousands of years. We are expected to understand different civilizations and record the development of these civilizations as much as possible in order to enrich the largest...Museum?Library? Whatever you call it."

"Section?" Clark asked curiously.

"A way to divide the universe," Freya said. "Every class of graduates will be taken to Oastar for assignment, and my internship instructor advised me to come here. I can't say more about these things."

They nodded in understanding.

"So you come to the earth to record the civilization of the earth." Bruce raised his eyebrows, "and still has no explanation why you need to wear protective measures. It sounds like your population has an exaggerated confidence in their own strength."

Maybe it was their illusion, but Freya seemed to blush slightly. "Not everyone needs that," she cleared her throat, "It's just that ours is a little special."

"Extremely aggressive?" Oliver sneered.

Freya glared at him. "We especially hate all injustice and crime, which usually produces some physiological reactions, such as involuntary engagement in battle, and protections can force me to suppress my nature." She hesitated, and her voice fell a little. "It is not a medal of honor, but more like a wake-up call, always alerting me to the times I have changed history and impose the necessary punishment every time I violate the rules."

Bruce's expression became serious.

"Come on," Oliver couldn't stand it and said, "You pestered me to call the green light every day and cried so much. When you swear 50 times, you swear that you want to quit the bad habit of seeing bad things. When you 100 times, you started to worry if you would become the worst class to graduate from school. Now, 239 times, you are thick-skinned and not painful, and you can plan to join a new organization to make trouble."

"I, never, cried!" said Freya.

With a snicker, she turned her head viciously.

Superman lowered his head and began to play with his fingers.

The author has something to say: So, I finally let a guy who has been living in memories and conversations show his face. Although he is still living in conversations, at least his name is said hhhhhhhhhhh

Thank you, Chen Weiming, at that time, the moon was hugging the little angel's thunder!
Chapter completed!