[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

Environmental protection is a good thing, and protecting the environment we live in is a good thing that will benefit the present and the future.

However, everything should not be extreme, once it gets in touch with "extreme", then even the best things will turn bad.

And now, in front of Tang Xuening and Dead Archer is the famous extreme green environmentalist—Poison Ivy (Note 1).

Or you can't even say "in front", because Poison Ivy left only the back of the head for the two of them lying on the bed.

"Dr. Pamela Eisley, or would you rather I call you Poison Ivy?"

After politely knocking on the bulletproof glass prison door, Tang Xuening asked softly.

"Go ahead, because no matter what you're looking for, my answer is 'no.'"

Not intending to talk to the two of them at all, Poison Ivy stretched out a hand and waved it as if to drive away the salesman who came to the door.

"Don't refuse so quickly, I'm here for a profitable business for everyone."

The girl continued.

"Not interested in."

Speaking of which, the Poison Ivy girl pulled up the sheet and wrapped it around her head, her uncooperative attitude was beyond words.

"Aren't you interested in saving the Amazon forest while greening the land?"

The girl continued to knock on the door, with a taste of forced sales.

"Oh? Although I don't think there is such a good thing in the world."

But obviously, this plan finally aroused the interest of Poison Ivy. She sat up slowly, covered with a thin sheet, and showed her face in front of the girl for the first time.

It was a beautiful woman with long dark red hair and green pupils. She was lazily resting her chin with her hands, and asked curiously:

"But you can talk about it."

"Dr. Eisley, you don't know just because your vision is still too small."

The girl said without mercy:

"Don't limit your vision to Gotham or even the United States. You can do much more than you think."

"What do you mean?"

Poison Ivy frowned in displeasure.

"Your idea has always been that people are destroying nature, so nature needs someone to speak up for them, to scream vengeance at humans, right?"

Tang Xuening looked at the Poison Ivy Girl, and asked with a mocking tone:

"But have you ever considered why humans destroy nature?"

"..."

Poison Ivy looked back at the girl in confusion. In her opinion, is there a reason for human beings to destroy nature?

"Did you know? After the Brazilian rainforest is cut down, it will be burned by the local people to use it as farmland-but such land can only be cultivated for a few years, and then with a large amount of land desertification, there will be a harvest that is almost It’s a landslide-like decline (Note 2).”

Tang Xuening explained slowly:

"Then because..."

"As a botanist, I know why better than you do."

But obviously, in front of Poison Ivy, a former botanist, the impromptu tricks and tricks aroused the other party's resentment.

"Okay, just tell me your conclusion."

"People don't destroy nature because they like it. The pressure of population, the pressure of survival, and the pressure of economy are the reasons why those people raise their machetes against nature.

This is why even if you managed to demonstrate the power of nature in Gotham, those humans would still continue to destroy nature-if they didn't use more powerful machines to destroy it-because they would starve if they didn't, their Family members will lack food and clothing or even die.

The reason is very simple, and there are many evidences. In fact, it is not difficult to find that the richer the country pays more attention to protecting the natural environment, the poorer the country is, the more it destroys nature—because they are too poor to afford the protection development. cost. "

The girl talked about what she discovered after being inspired by Luther.

——When your eyes only stare at your feet, you will never understand how vast the world is. ——

"It's going to take more than you alone to really end this.

You need a strong institution to teach those who are still in the slash-and-burn way of higher land use, you need an organization to give those who live by logging and farming more ways to survive, and you need someone to tell them that people and the world A new way of living in harmony with nature.

Violent solutions will only escalate the conflict. When the hatred accumulates to a certain level, it will be separated from the problem itself and only pure hatred will remain.

Now I have a chance here, how about trying to explore a new path? "

"You can do it?"

Poison Ivy asked back with a sneer.

Yes, what the girl said is very beautiful, but it involves too many problems.

Communicate with the governments of various countries, organize relevant personnel, and invest in the early stage, etc...

It's not easy at all to implement.

"I can't, but I know someone who can."

The girl confessed, but then she took out a stack of documents and lined them up outside the door:

"And if you're willing to cooperate, they're more than willing to do it for free."

"Is there such a fool?"

The Poison Ivy girl stood up and walked to the door with catwalks, and carefully looked at the information brought by the girl.

"Yes, for example, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, when they were poor, they were deforesting, but now they are rich and want to find a country with green mountains and green waters; for example, some countries in the Middle East that have nothing but oil, but try to decorate their own countries Green country..."

Tang Xuening pointed to the information she placed on the far right, and then attached a rough analysis:

"China's business is relatively large. Several provinces—about the size of several European countries are waiting to be afforested, and they are willing and able to build a large amount of supporting infrastructure for these forests—such as the super long canal. Such supporting facilities, they are very experienced.

And the emirates in the Middle East need you to work harder to find a way to build an ecological reservoir that can retain water, but the unit price there is much higher..."

After finishing speaking, the girl compared the shape of a copper plate with her thumb and index finger~

"..."

After roughly looking at the information, the Poison Ivy girl looked at the girl again and asked:

"So the protection plan you just said is led by them?"

"Yes, the world's largest industrial country and oil-exporting country (Note 3) spend money and effort to do things that stand on the moral high ground of environmental protection, coupled with some interest-free or low-interest loans, countries in South America and Africa What reason is there to object?"

The girl replied with a light smile.

"As long as you nod, they are willing to negotiate with these countries on the basis of greatly reducing timber imports, and send professionals to provide counterpart assistance-this efficiency is many times higher than if you guard it by yourself, right?"

"..."

Poison Ivy was silent. As a person who can get a doctorate, her IQ is not low at all. When the girl pointed out her original blind spot for her, she seriously began to consider the feasibility of this matter.

After a while, she didn't say her answer, but instead asked the girl:

"So what do you gain in the process?"

"A promise—a promise to invest in a factory and open the market to me."

Yes, regardless of the market of 12 billion people or the world's largest per capita consumer of luxury goods, their promise to open the market is enough to drive any capitalist crazy.

"A promise that might allow me to solve Gotham's employment problem and fundamentally save Gotham..."

"Oh? What do you think you can do that Batman spent countless hours failing to do?"

However, this honest answer made Poison Ivy nod her head. Her long criminal career has taught her that there are always benefits behind everything. If the girl didn't ask her during the process, she would start to doubt it.

"Yes, because I have a professional help."

The girl tilted her head and asked:

"Time is limited, if you agree now, maybe you can take our plane.

So, what's your answer? "

........................

"Oh!"

When the three on the way back heard gunshots and rushed over, they saw Harley/Halley hysterical in front of a cell door.

The fellow x team members are trying to push her away.

"what happened?"

Deadshot stepped forward and asked.

"Harry meets the Joker and has a not-so-friendly conversation."

The Ice Killer (Note 4) shrugged and answered helplessly.

"clown?"

The girl suddenly interrupted the conversation with a surprised tone.

"Yes what's the matter?"

The Ice Killer looked at her strangely.

"Yes."

But the girl didn't answer her question, and after a sudden realization, she laughed wildly:

"Hahahahaha, I almost forgot that he is still here at this time!"

"?"

The girl's wild laughter attracted everyone's puzzled eyes.

Even Harry stopped and looked at her curiously.

"Could you please open the prison door?"

The girl patted the dead shooter's chest, with an indescribably smiling and angry expression:

"I have some old scores with the clown that need to be settled, please wait a moment~"

"Please, we don't lack this time now~"

After finishing speaking, Deadshot took Harley and his teammates away very considerately, leaving a little private space for the girl.

"Come on let's play a game~"

The girl's voice was full of distorted pleasure.

"The name of the game is "If you are a man, you can survive 30 seconds"~"

"I like playing games the most, how do I play?"

The clown looked at the girl who walked into the cell with a gun, and also greeted her with a smile.

"Who said you want to play?"

The girl opened her mouth and revealed a terrifying grin

"The rules of this game are, I'll play, you just don't want to be played badly there - but first of all, this game doesn't require you to have a chance to resist~"

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

At the corner of the corridor, Harry widened his eyes and looked at the dead shooter next to him.

"Five shots?"

"Yeah, five guns..."

Deadshooter leaned against the wall and replied lightly.

Then came the clown's loud laugh, interrupted by horrific bangs, cracking bones, and splashing liquid.

Soon, the wild laughter gradually turned into a monotone of being out of breath, and then, all that remained was the sound of sticks waving through the air and the dull impact...

When the girl covered in blood and dragging a big sack reappeared in front of everyone, most of them avoided their eyes unconsciously.

But the dead shooter said jokingly on the side:

"35 seconds."

The girl also responded half-jokingly with a smile:

"Congratulations, you discovered the truth that the clown is a man~"