Martin Variety in American Comics

The owner of this sound is Siwa.

When Martin heard the moment when he came from the top of his head, he frightened and jumped out of a few meters directly to look at the dangerous woman standing on the fire ladder, and his whole body muscles were tight.

"When did you start to follow me?"

Martin was very vigilant. He killed a dozen guns with a gun within three minutes, but he did not take a little cheaper with Siwa for more than ten minutes, which shows how dangerous the woman is.

Siwaju came down, looking at the vigilant Martin, and said with a smile, "I thought the two of us were friends, but you were so sad to me?"

Martin is not soft -hearted: "If you are willing to give up your plan to compare with me, of course I am also glad to know you this friend."

Siwa shook his head: "This requirement is like letting the birds give up its wings and the only meaning of its life, I can't do it."

"Moreover, pursuing the limits of breakthrough martial arts, isn't this what you said? Why don't you admit it in the blink of an eye?"

Martin helplessly help: "That's just a trick. I don't act like this, how can penguins take the initiative to jump out to find me?"

He really didn't want to be entangled with Siwa, and then said, "You said you owe me once this morning, and I don't want you to give me a life, just don't bother me today."

Siwa frowned: "It's so simple?"

"It's so simple!"

Looking at Martin's firm look, Xili pursed his lips, and then he slowly opened after a while: "I promise you, and I can tell you that there are more than one of the people behind you, except the group under the penguin people Waste, and other people? "

Others?

Martin immediately thought of those strong men in black and black armor.

He looked at Xishi and asked, "Are you those who follow you in the morning? What does they have to do with penguins?"

Siwa stretched out two fingers: "The answer to the first question, as you guessed. The second answer, I can't answer you."

"Although I and those people are not all the way, I owe their feelings, so I can't disclose more news."

Martin nodded and did not continue to ask.

Sometimes not answering is also an answer.

As for where the black warriors who followed Siwa came from, he also had a faint speculation in his heart.

Although those people cooperate with the penguin people, it sounds surprising, but only this speculation is logical.

The next step is to confirm your guess.

Martin feels that he is approaching the truth of the facts step by step.

It was just that he didn't feel relaxed, but only felt that he was shrouded in the fog, and his heart was filled with despair.

Under such despair, Martin couldn't stop for a moment. Only what he did can let him see such a hint of hope.

"Thank you for reminder, see you tomorrow!"

Martin waved his hand towards Siva, but did not feel that the two would meet tomorrow.

When tomorrow, even if Siwa will remember him, he will no longer be any martial arts, and the other party will naturally won't be entangled.

Siwa watched Martin leave the alley and went up the fire ladder to the top of the building. After several jumps, he disappeared into the streets of Gotham.

Martin deliberately walked towards a place with few people, and wanted to find a place where he would not be noticed, and entertaining the followers in the Xishoukou.

But what surprised him was a big circle and walked several districts. He didn't find an unmanned street.

Even if it is an abandoned building, there are still a lot of people who live in a stray man.

Is there so many people in Gotham?

Martin couldn't think of this. He felt that the followers behind him couldn't bear his temperament, revealing clues, and was captured by him to determine that those people were black warriors in the morning.

"That's it!"

Martin looked up at the sun subconsciously, but only saw the heavy clouds.

"Ghost weather."

He whispered, looked down at the watch, and determined that he was now at noon. He chose a rotten tail building and walked in.

"Do we have to follow it?"

Black warriors watched Martin disappear in the rotten tail, stopped, and looked at each other.

"Our task is to track him and pass intelligence in time."

"But he is a person who can compare with Mrs. Ceva, and we may have been discovered long ago. Maybe he hid in a certain corner, waiting for us to invest in the net."

"But this is the task. If you can't complete, you know the consequences."

Ten black warriors mentioned the words of the task, and they instantly staped. They pulled out the cold and long swords, in groups of three or four, and looked at each other into the rotten tail building.

Soon they searched the entire first floor, except for a bunch of construction waste, nothing else was found.

Black warriors did not relax their vigilance, clenched their long swords, and made each other look at each other, walking along the stairs without guardrails to the second floor.

The room was very quiet, and the boots of the samurai occasionally stepped on the stone and made a noise, which was extremely harsh, stimulating their hearts.

In the extremely frightened battle, the samurai searched the second layer, and still did not encounter any danger, but found a string of footprints, which led to the third layer.

When he saw the footprints, all the black warriors were relieved. They finally caught a trace of Martin and directly rushed to the third floor.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

When the last samurai stepped onto the stairs, he picked up Martin on the edge of the stairs under the stairs under the stairs of the third floor.

Puff!

The samurai fell on the ground fiercely, his head was on the steps, his nose was broken, his teeth fell, and blood stained the noodle towel.

Martin kicked his legs, the whole person pressed on the samurai, and directly cut off his spine.

Such a big movement finally attracted the attention of the previous samurai. They suddenly turned around and found that they had been fooled.

Martin picked up the long knife that dropped on the ground, picked up a stabbing, the tip of the knife picked into the warrior's belly in front of the samurai, twisted hard, and crushed his internal organs.

Blood flowing out of the abdomen, slipping along the blade, Martin frowned, and the movement on his hand still didn't stop.

He pulled out his sword, raised his head, and blocked the knife that he had split.

This unsatisfactory stairs can only accommodate one person through. Martin blocks the road downstairs. Those samurai can only squeeze behind or find another way.

He held his handle with both hands, turned his wrist, and pressed the knife to his own knife, then leaned forward, flashed his sword, and torn out the throat of the samurai.

Under the action of air pressure, the blood was sprayed out of the wound, stained with Martin's clothes.

But he did not stop. The long knife that raised it to the highest point naturally fell, sideways behind him, killed the samurai who jumped behind him and tried to sneak attack.

Martin went up the stairs. Every time the stairs were upper, the long knife in his hands would take away the life of a samurai, and the blood red of the clothes on his body would be heavier.

The warriors looked at the companions around them one by one, but became more and more calm, more like robots, no longer blocked the stairs, and then withdrew to the building to try to exert the advantages of their own number.

Although at this time, they had only three people.

"grass!"

Martin wiped the blood on his face, scolded him fiercely, picked up the crossbow on the corpse, pulled the trigger to shoot the heart of the man on the left, and then threw a long knife to the man on the right.

bite!

The long knife thrown was hit.

Martin rushed to the third floor, kicked a step on the side, flying up close, kicked on the man's chest in the middle, and kicked him out of the balcony.

Immediately afterwards, his legs were struggling, his body was slightly empty, and his body was spinning.

Bang!

The last samurai's head was kicked, dizzy, his head hit the wall, breaking his neck.

Martin Station was stubborn on the ground, looking at the corpse on the ground, the dust soaked by blood, and a nausea in his stomach.

He resisted this physiological reaction, squatted on the ground, opened the samurai clothes, his chest was exposed to the air, and a big tattoo of a devil head was revealed.

"Assassin alliance, slot, slot, slot, code!"

Martin scolded a few times, and he didn't know who he scolded himself.

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