Martin Variety in American Comics

"It's another beautiful day!"

Martin was awakened by the alarm clock on the bedside. Although the weather in Gotham was still gray and there was no sun, he was in a good mood.

He lifted the quilt and stretched his waist. He jumped up from the spring bed, put on his glasses, and walked to the floor-length mirror.

"My pajamas don't seem to have changed!"

Martin touched his chin and said happily: "It seems that my identity today is very ordinary, and there shouldn't be any big troubles coming to me."

Yesterday, the Penguin ran away. He was very upset and decided to continue looking for the short and fat man today to get this matter clear.

It's not Martin's character to throw things aside halfway through.

Thinking of this, he nodded to himself in the mirror and decided...

"Let's go have breakfast first!"

The Penguin is in Gotham and won't run away, but if his stomach is not filled, it will be very uncomfortable.

Martin walked out of the bedroom, touching his stomach, and saw a Garand semi-automatic rifle and a small black bag next to the bedroom door - the equipment Gordon gave him yesterday was inside.

He picked up the rifle, checked it carefully, and whispered: "This is Penguin's collection gun. How did it go home with me? Will I get such a souvenir every day when I wake up in the future?"

Martin didn't dwell on this question. The answer to this question will be known when he opens his eyes tomorrow, so there is no need to worry about it now.

He found a blank space on the wall and hung the semi-automatic rifle on it as a decoration.

After hanging the gun, he walked into the kitchen and made himself a simple breakfast, millet porridge, boiled eggs, white steamed buns, and a few side dishes, simple, convenient and light.

Martin doesn't like to eat too oily food in the morning, and has no appetite.

"The Gotham Police Department raided the Last Quote Number last night, cut off the illegal smuggling chain of Penguin Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, and seized a large amount of arms and supplies."

"The Gotham Chamber of Commerce announced early this morning that in order to improve the lives of Gotham citizens, several banks led by Wayne Bank are preparing to implement a new economic policy..."

"The City Council has made a speech on the increasingly serious gang crime activities..."

Martin drank porridge while watching the blonde host on TV telling today's news, and lamented that Batman and Gordon were really efficient.

It only took a few hours to solve all the problems on the Last Quote Number. This is the speed of Bat.

"I really don't know how Batman persuaded those wealthy businessmen to make such a big concession?"

Martin looked at the new economic policy that would make Gotham bankers collectively bleed, and shook his head.

At this moment, he was suddenly pierced by the reflection of the light outside the window, and his body reacted subconsciously. He flicked his wrist, and the bamboo chopsticks flew out like lightning, hitting the willow-shaped hidden weapon shot from the window.

Then, the door of the house was violently kicked open, and a large piece of the square frame was torn off by the steel lock, and wood chips flew everywhere, even splashing on Martin's face.

"My door!"

Martin wailed.

He had realized that his identity today was a martial artist.

But compared to his identity, he cared more about the damaged door of his house.

His home was just an ordinary house, without any special features, no protective shield, and no automatic recovery ability.

If the bedroom was blown up, he might wake up tomorrow lying on the streets of Gotham, or on an uninhabited planet tens of thousands of light years away.

Thinking of that scene, Martin couldn't help shuddering, and then he exerted force with his legs and rushed out like a cheetah in an instant.

Bang, bang, bang!

Martin rushed out of the house and met a long-haired woman wearing a black windbreaker, a red shirt, black leather pants and leather boots. Without saying a word, he swung his fists like a hammer, clamped the other's head and smashed it in the middle.

Although the woman was a few centimeters shorter than Martin, her reaction was not slow at all. She planted her legs directly on the steps, raised her arms to protect both sides of her head, and blocked the arms of the hammer.

Martin was also surprised, not because the other party blocked his attack, but because the other party actually took all his attacks without injury.

In an instant, the woman seized this opportunity and turned defense into offense. Her two arms were like wandering spirit snakes, entwining Martin's arms, and her ten fingers tightly grasped Martin's arm joints. Her two slender and strong thighs also wrapped around Martin's waist, trying to throw him down the steps.

Although Martin was entangled by the woman, he did not have the fantasy of a beautiful woman in his mind. He just felt that the other party was extremely difficult to deal with, especially when he glimpsed many warriors in black standing on the street, and secretly complained in his heart, why trouble came to the door just after opening his eyes.

He stabilized his lower body, fell down, grabbed the woman's shoulders with both hands in reverse, and then smashed his head forward!

Crack!

Martin originally hit the woman's head, wanting to knock her out directly.

But the other party was not a wooden man. At the last second, she lifted her body and used her chest as a cushion to block the front.

Even with the soft fat cushioning, Martin still broke the woman's ribs with a hammer, and when she felt the pain, he spun on the spot and threw her out directly.

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The woman stabilized her body in mid-air, did an elegant backflip, and landed steadily on the top of a car on the street.

The black samurai who occupied the entire street, seeing the woman did not ask for cheapness, raised the composite crossbow in his hand and aimed at Martin.

"Both back, this is a duel between me and Martin, no one is allowed to intervene."

The woman jumped down from the roof, scolded the puppet -like hands, and let them retreat.

When Martin heard the word "master", he knew that this must be the trouble that he was caused by this martial artist today.

Can't you wait for me to come and come again?

Women can't hear Martin's inner mourning, and take a step forward to hold boxing: "Master Martin is indeed one of the most famous martial arts masters in the world. You can make such a response when the raid. I am a thousand miles to Gotham , Finally, it's not for nothing. "

Martin frowned, and he said, "I can't afford the word of the master of the master, but you will break my house's door in the morning, and say such a crazy words, presumably it is not a idle man?"

If Martin is in trouble, there is no change on the woman's face, and said, "Friends on the Tao gave face to face, calling me" Mrs. Siva ", and Master Martin called my real name Sandra Wushan."

Martin suddenly realized that it was extremely tricky.

Of course, the famous Mrs. Ceva knows that one of the strongest martial artists in the world has defeated Batman several times and a woman who is trying to pursue the peak of martial arts.

"Mrs. Ciwa, I have heard of your big name."

Martin's hands behind him, he nodded in Xishi: "I also know your intention, just want to play with me, I also look forward to spending a trick like you. But I always have to wait for me to change to me first. clothing."

He shook his pajamas that was almost torn.

"I'm waiting outside the door."

Siwa made a gesture. She has always been arrogant, but she is also very polite to those who have the ability.

After a brief trick just now, she was sure that Martin was not a faint flower stand, and didn't mind spending more time waiting.

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