I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 570 - 343: The Old Man in a Straw Cape and Hat, Fishing Alone in the Snowy River

Chapter 570: Chapter 343: The Old Man in a Straw Cape and Hat, Fishing Alone in the Snowy River

May 27, noon.

The sky was as if meticulously cleansed, displaying a clear cerulean without a single cloud to obstruct it, as brilliant sunlight unreservedly spilled into every corner of New York City.

This radiance seemed like nature’s most generous gift, permeating through the gaps between leaves and casting mottled shadows on the bustling streets, cloaking the city in a golden veil.

Jason Holden, the creative director of DC Comics, had just emerged from an inconspicuous building; his steps were slightly heavy, yet his eyes revealed a hint of relief and relaxation.

That building was an office of the National Security Bureau, and over the past month, Jason had spent countless sleepless nights there.

Even now, thinking about it made his legs feel weak.

The people inside that building did not consider his prestigious status at all and employed a series of measures without hesitation.

Fortunately, he wasn’t particularly tough nor did he know anything about the messy situations.

So, he didn’t undergo much torture.

Cooperating meekly, his biggest issue over this month was mostly repression.

But thankfully, he had finally gotten out.

Stretching his hand to feel the wind flowing through his fingertips, Jason finally showed a smile.

However, a subconscious glance back at the building almost made his legs buckle, and he nearly collapsed.

He struggled to divert his gaze.

Standing on the sidewalk, watching the bustling crowd, a sense of long-missed freedom surged within him.

It was starkly different from his days inside.

The scent of freedom was so sweet.

He clearly remembered that night.

It was the late night of April 16.

When a submarine near the Philippines was directly sunk by Chen Yun’s laser, Jason, who had just fallen asleep and was unrelated and unaware of the event, was suddenly awakened by severe pain.

Opening his eyes, he saw several people in front of him.

The stinging sensation on his face told him he had been slapped several times.

Before he could react, these uniformed men had already forcefully helped him up and quickly removed him from his home.

At that moment, his mind was filled with confusion and fear, totally unclear about why he was being taken away.

He knew he couldn’t resist.

Because these guys were fully equipped with professional gear, looking like they would not hesitate to shoot if he resisted.

And even if they didn’t use weapons,

the strength of these muscular men was definitely beyond what he, a comic professional accustomed to sitting in an office, could match.

After a tumultuous journey,

he was brought to the building behind him.

Here, surrounded by official signs, Jason realized he was caught by the highest intelligence agency of the Lighthouse Country.

But he was just a comic artist.

Though he had some money, he had never even done drugs, let alone committed other crimes.

He didn’t understand the situation.

How he ended up being taken by such an organization.

Faced with this situation, Jason could only choose to actively cooperate.

In the following period, Jason went through a series of investigations and inquiries.

Though he wasn’t treated exactly like a criminal,

he definitely did not receive any kind treatment.

And the questions posed made no sense to him.

During that time, he also saw several familiar faces—colleagues from DC Comics, including executives, film directors, and editors.

Initially, this made Jason think that the investigation was triggered by some misconduct within the company, and he was accidentally involved.

However, as time passed,

he gradually realized that things were not so simple.

The questions the investigators asked revealed certain patterns to Jason.

But it also confused him; they seemed to have a keen interest in the settings behind the superhero stories created by DC.

Asking for his name, position, and specific duties at DC Comics was reasonable,

but why inquire about how superhuman abilities were conceptualized? Why ask if there was scientific or theoretical evidence supporting these concepts? Why question whether there was any metaphorical or symbolic meaning in the works? Why probe into how justice and evil were defined in the stories and if there were clear boundaries set?

None of the questions concerned sensitive topics discussed within DC Comics, nor did they ask if he was aware of any illegal activities involving DC Comics or other related entities...

These questions made Jason realize.

Something was not right.

A national-level intelligence agency suddenly grabbing them just to talk about comic settings.

Is that possible?

Jason didn’t know that it was because Chen Yun had sunk a submarine with his laser eye, implicating him and the entire DC Comics.

Nor did he know that they were brought in for questioning solely because the intelligence minister of Lighthouse Country thought Chen Yun’s style was strikingly similar to a DC Comics’ superhuman, choosing to err on the side of caution.

But he still sensed something was amiss.

As a comic professional with a vivid imagination, he had some bold guesses.

However, out of caution, he didn’t share his assumptions with anyone, nor did he dare to delve too deeply into them.

And so, the days passed.

Until recently, the routine inquiries by the intelligence agency had essentially ceased.

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