Martin Variety in American Comics

"I should have known that there is no good life in Gotham."

Martin passed through the entire neighborhood before stopping the car on the side of the road and breathed.

Siwa's safety does not need to worry. The strong man wearing black armor is several taller than Siwa, but it is not her opponent at all.

Martin's body was not hurt. He was just in a bad mood by this inexplicable morning, and his head was messy.

Where does the samurai around Siwa come from?

What is the identity of the strong man in black armor?

What organization do they belong to? Does this organization have something to do with penguin people?

The countless problems are blocked in Martin's head. The more and more accumulated the solution, the swelling forehead blood vessels jump and jump, and the painful pain stimulates the nerves.

"Dry!"

Martin clenched his fists, smashed it on the steering wheel, threw these messy thoughts to his head, and picked up what he was going to do today -find the penguin.

The dead fat man must know the inside story of this incident. As long as he finds him, he dispels the mist shrouded from the eternal vortex of Gotham.

However, he has no channels to directly contact Gordon and Batman. He wants to find the penguin people who are hiding in the big city of Gotham and the difficulty of fishing.

After thinking for a moment, he still thought of a way. Since he couldn't find the penguin, let the penguin people come to find him.

However, he had to determine one thing first, so he stepped on the accelerator and went straight to the dirty bars that drove in the slum.

He found a lot of people. He pushed the door and walked in. A clean and tidy clothes were very eye -catching among the workers who had just finished the night shift, and no one was willing to approach him.

Martin didn't care, but sat in the corner, and the female service staff who turned the makeup came over with the book:

"Little handsome guy, what should I eat?"

Martin looked at the female waiter in front of her subconsciously and saw the light of the small half of her breasts that she deliberately exposed.

Faced with such a feminine temptation, Martin did not have much reaction. In Gota prostitutes, it is also a semi -public profession. Many women are forced to sell their own physical stress to maintain their lives.

For these women who can only go except for selling their bodies, Martin only has mercy.

So he pressed a $ 50 paper money to the table, pushed forward, and said faintly: "Sit, I want to ask something, and ask my sister to have breakfast by the way!"

Maybe it is on the face of money, maybe because Martin is very cute, which can evoke the mother's love in women.

The female waiter stuffed the money into his pocket, and quickly brought an ordinary package. He sat on the chair opposite Martin and whispered, "Little brother, I don't guarantee to answer all your questions."

Martin picked up the ham sandwiches and took a bite, chewing and said, "I just went to Gotham, and wanted to find a job to make a living. I heard that there are a lot of gangsters here, so find someone to introduce me."

The circulation of information is divided into regions and levels. News on the Internet, television and newspapers are limited by the review system. Social media is difficult to distinguish between authenticity.

If you want to know the news of the gangsters, you can only find it in such a underlying bar restaurant. Here are a large number of workers and civilians.

The female waiter sighed and persuaded: "Little brother, listen to his sister, persuade, where to go and go! Gotham is a hell, and it will devour everyone who walks into the city. "" "

Martin heard endless sadness and bitterness from the woman's words.

Perhaps she was also a dream girl, looking forward to a better life, but now she can only sell hue to earn living expenses.

"Thank you for your concern!"

Martin showed a good smile, as warm as the sun.

"Look at the money." The waiter sighed and whispered: "Recently, Gotham's gangsters are recruiting people. Young people like you are the most popular. No one will refuse you."

Martin nodded, and seemed to be unintentionally asked: "The gangs of Penguin are also recruiting people? Didn't they just seal a boat last night?"

The female waiter waved.

"It's useless, the boat had been driven away in the early morning, and everyone on the port knew about it."

"Oh, someone was calling me. The younger brother listened to his sister's persuasion and quickly left Gotham.

Martin nodded with a smile, but how he thought about what was cited by the Penguin people.

In fact, the easiest way is to snatch the penguin people's sites. Even if the fatty man is strong, it is impossible to hide.

The site is the gangster's life. Without the land, there is no money, no money can be raised, no one can mix it, and can only wait for death.

But it takes time to do so. Martin does not know what identity he will usher in tomorrow, and he doesn't know what adventure will go through, so it is best to finish this.

Thinking of this, he sent both sandwiches and coffee into his stomach, left money, left the bar, and drove to the Bingfeng Hotel.

Bingfeng Hotel is the real old nest of Penguin people. It is where he gets rich. Even in the early morning, it is still covered with flowers and lights.

Countless luxury cars enter and exit the hotel, and Martin's cars are no different from the ugly duckling in front of those cars.

But he drove this ugly duckling right in front of the Bingfeng Hotel, and deliberately blocked the way for those luxury cars to move forward and backward.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"Where did you come from, you bumpkin? This is the Bingfeng Hotel. Hurry up and move your junk away, or I'll make you look bad."

Although the security guards of the Bingfeng Hotel changed into a bright and beautiful suit, this suit did not change their street thug style.

Before Martin could react, the other party pulled out a gun and pointed it at the car window, forcing him to open the door.

He did it obediently, but only slowly lowered the car window.

When the car window was just big enough for a person's arm to pass through, Martin suddenly grabbed the car door and pushed it forward, stuck the security guard's arm, and then kicked the car door with his foot.

Crack!

The sound of broken bones rang out, and the security guard's uninjured hand pressed the car door, and he knelt on the ground and screamed loudly.

Martin caught the dropped pistol, pulled the trigger, and shot through the security guard's legs.

"Luckily, I came here to cause trouble on purpose. If it were anyone else, they would have been killed by your gun."

The gunshot attracted everyone's attention. A dozen security guards rushed out of the hotel in an instant, surrounded the door, and pointed at Martin from several different directions.

"Hey, I'm here to apply for the Penguin. Is there any kind person who can tell me where he is or give him a call?"

Martin threw the pistol on the ground and made a phone call gesture.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Can you see Mr. Cobblepot whenever you want?"

"Get out of here!"

Martin watched more and more people coming out of the hotel, and more importantly, more and more people outside the hotel.

The people of Gotham watched the excitement and did not mind the big things. Although they all fired guns, they still stood there one by one, with no intention of leaving.

"Well, it seems that I have to show my strength!"

After that, Martin kicked his feet and disappeared on the spot with his powerful explosive power.

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