Martin Variety in American Comics

"You son of a bitch, you dare to cheat on me? I'll beat your little finger-sized thing into a pulp!"

"Bullshit, my thing is not small at all."

A naked man rushed out of the house opposite Martin's house, followed by a middle-aged woman in pajamas.

The woman rushed out of the house with a double-barreled shotgun and pulled the trigger, shooting her husband.

All this happened the moment Martin went out.

Bruce's eyes widened instantly. His previous words were actually a joke, but he didn't expect it!

"Coincidence, absolute coincidence!"

Martin stretched out an index finger with his right hand, tapping in the air to emphasize this matter.

Bruce nodded and found an opportunity to get into his battered sports car.

Martin whistled, and the hoof shadow parked in the garage rushed to him in the form of a motorcycle and stopped steadily.

"Let's go!"

He climbed into the car, but before the wheels had gone out for more than ten meters, a group of tattooed whites and Latinos rushed out, each holding a knife and a baseball bat in their hands, slashing at the enemy with all their strength.

For a moment, the whole street was filled with shouts of killing, blood flowed along the gullies on the street, and broken limbs flew everywhere.

Bruce stopped beside Martin. Although he didn't say anything, the questioning eyes through the window explained everything.

Martin's face darkened. He continued to say stubbornly under Bruce's questioning eyes: "This is also normal! In Gotham, there are always various gang vendettas. This kind of high-probability thing can't explain it. Haha!"

Bang!

Martin kicked the gangster killer who rolled over and whispered: "But we should take another road. The feng shui here is not good!"

Bruce nodded, indicating that you are happy.

The two turned the car head, found an unmanned path, turned to the avenue, and avoided the fighting gangs.

But after walking a few hundred meters on the avenue, three modified muscle cars rushed onto the avenue, regardless of whether there were people or cars in front of them, and they just kept rushing forward.

Behind those muscle cars were a large number of police officers, and there were also several helicopters chasing in the sky, rushing straight towards the road where Martin was.

Although it is unknown what crime these people have committed, but to make the Gotham Police Department put up such a big battle, these guys driving muscle cars must have committed a big crime.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, Martin was completely messed up.

"God the fuck! Don't play with me like this, why are there people dying wherever I go today? I haven't been so outrageous in the past!"

He couldn't refuse to accept it!

If he didn't admit it, maybe a meteorite would suddenly turn and fall from space, smashing Gotham into ruins.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Good dogs don't block the road, those who don't want to die, get out of the way!"

In the front muscle car, a sturdy man appeared in the passenger seat, holding a submachine gun in his hand, shouting and pulling the trigger directly.

For a moment, bullets flew all over the avenue, and everyone avoided it. The street was cleared in an instant, and a road was quickly made.

Except for Martin, he was struggling with whether he was entangled by some bad luck aura in addition to turning into a child today.

"Whose child, get out of the way quickly."

The driver stepped on the accelerator to death, and the guy in the passenger seat fired casually.

Martin didn't want to pay attention to these rotten garlics, but he was disturbed by them and slid directly under the car.

Dangdang!

Martin knocked on the hoof shadow: "Go, teach these guys a lesson. Let them know that Gotham is not so easy to get along with."

These guys deserved their bad luck, and Martin was angry and had nowhere to vent, so they took the initiative to come over.

Sigh!

Hoof Shadow transformed into an iron warhorse, neighing, and rushed directly towards the muscle cars.

Although these modified muscle cars can fool the people of Gotham Police Department, anyone who has a little ability in Gotham can do this.

So these guys are not good enough in front of the iron warhorse.

Hoof Shadow raised its two front hooves high, and then dropped them hard, directly pressing the front of the muscle car.

The rear of the muscle car in the front was raised high and flew directly into the air.

The two people in the car shouted and wanted to unbuckle their seat belts, trying to become flying people to survive.

But the iron warhorse just sneezed disdainfully, and the moment the front hoof landed, it raised its hind hoof again, and directly kicked the car in the air hundreds of meters away, and the front of the car was stuck on the ground upside down.

"Go, brothers! It's just a mechanical horse, there's nothing to be afraid of. If we hit it, we can enjoy the gold!"

The two cars behind had no intention of stopping. Instead, they sped up, trying to knock the steel warhorse in front of them away.

The word fear doesn't seem to exist in the dictionary of Gotham people.

Maybe it's because they have nothing and nothing to lose, so they don't care about anything.

Bang!

The two cars rushed towards the mechanical horse in front of them with maximum horsepower, and a sharp impact sound was made instantly. The huge force was transmitted on the ground and directly broke the asphalt road into pieces.

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

The hoof shadow was not hurt at all, not even a scratch.

Its four legs were deeply rooted in the road, and it pushed the two cars back bit by bit.

The front of the two cars that rushed over was completely dented, and the driver was covered in blood, lying on the steering wheel, his life or death unknown.

Their stiff legs pressed the accelerator tightly, and the tires of the two cars rubbed against the ground fiercely, emitting puffs of white smoke, and then burst with a bang.

The gangsters in the car were at a loss. Someone saw Martin hiding on the side and was ready to attack the child, taking him as a hostage to negotiate with the police or even Batman.

But as soon as they put out the muzzle of the gun, the head of the hoof shadow hit the two cars one by one, and the sudden force made them flip into the air, and the front hoof kicked out, sending the two cars to accompany their friends.

"Are you okay?"

The gangsters were all dead, and Bruce came over slowly.

He looked at the three broken cars and the scattered gold, and said to Martin, "This doesn't seem to be the same as what you said before!"

"Okay, okay, I've let you guess it, okay?"

Martin punched Bruce on the knee out of revenge, but his own strength was too small to cause any damage.

He said weakly, "I don't know what kind of unlucky guy I have become today. Wherever I go, there are a lot of bad things. It's outrageous."

"Let's go back to Wayne Manor first and avoid those policemen. Let's discuss this matter later!"

Martin nodded and whistled to the hoof shadow. The iron warhorse immediately returned to him and put the master on his back.

Then he used a lasso to hook Bruce's shapeless sports car and headed straight for Wayne Manor in the suburbs.

From beginning to end, Martin and Bruce did not look at the gold.

Of course, Bruce didn't need to say that if he wanted to build a house with gold, he could do it. He didn't need that little money.

Martin, on the other hand, relied on Bruce, a wealthy man, and treated him as an old man who could give him gold coins at any time.

Whenever he needed money, he could tell Bruce, because he had so much money that he could never spend it all.

Rather than letting the Wayne Group use it to play meaningless financial games, it would be better to use it to support Martin to do real work.

Second update!

Martin (crying face): What happened to me today?

Can everyone explain it to Martin?