"The United States Army will enter the Middle East as a peacekeeping force..."
Chen Mo opened his eyes again just after closing them.
He pushed himself upright against the seat, scrubbed the news back a little, and listened again.
The US military, the army, the Middle East.
Put those words together, and his sleepiness vanished on the spot.
How was that any different from someone suddenly messaging, "My money is dirty, but my love isn't. Come to northern Myanmar with me"?
"Turn around."
Batman kept flying forward.
Chen Mo unbuckled his seat belt and moved behind the pilot's seat.
"Let's go back and take a look. They've only just gotten their roads open, and now the US military's going over to keep the peace? Whose peace? If England hadn't gone there a century or so ago, they'd still be living in peace and harmony. Wait, Big Bat, don't land yet. Turn around. We're going back."
"I'm still here."
Superman's voice came through in the cabin.
Chen Mo held on to the seat back and looked at the illuminated communications icon.
"Did you see the news?"
"I did. I'll keep an eye on them," Superman said. "There are still a lot of people here who need help. I won't be leaving for now."
Peter put the seat belt Chen Mo had dragged into the aisle back on his seat. Chen Mo still held on to the seat in front of him, refusing to sit down.
"What if they come with guns and say they have orders?"
"I'll stop them from hurting the people here. Get some rest. I'll contact you if anything happens."
Superman sounded very serious.
Chen Mo opened his mouth, then finally withdrew the hand he had already reached toward the navigation screen.
He really couldn't place much hope