Martin Variety in American Comics

"All of you go to the basement!"

"Keep your voice down, be quiet, don't make a sound!"

Damian went out of the window, and Martin waved to the anxious banquet outsourcing staff, asking them to follow Alfred to the basement for shelter.

It's unknown how intense the fight will be in a while, and Martin must take the lead in ensuring the safety of innocent people.

Although these workers are not very courageous, they have developed discipline and obedience in their daily work, and they obeyed Alfred's command and walked to the basement.

"Where is Damian?"

Dick communicated with Martin while directing people to go to the basement.

Martin pointed to a room casually. There were more guests attending the banquet than staff. They were scattered in several rooms. The banquet killer was in the room where Hoofing was alert.

"You focus on evacuating these innocent passers-by. The killer and Damian are handed over to me."

As soon as Martin finished speaking, the sound of weapons colliding came from the room where Hoofing was alert.

Dick's eyes widened, and he was about to rush over to help, but Martin pushed him back: "Focus on your own mission, go back!"

Dick hesitated again and again, but was finally stared back by Martin's stern eyes, speeding up the evacuation of people.

Bang!

The door of the house was knocked open, and a group of people rushed out from inside.

"Murder!"

"Help!"

Bang!

Martin pulled out the Ni Lin sword from the back of the hoof shadow, and pulled it hard on the ground. The high-energy particle flow directly cut a dark deep groove, and the soil and rocks were baked into charcoal.

"If you don't want to die, go to the basement with Alfred."

"Let's get out of here."

The terrified gentlemen and ladies were frightened by the continuous violence today.

"There will be a gunfight outside soon. If you have the ability to pass through the middle of the battlefield and remain unscathed, it's up to you."

Martin had to remind them, and then walked past these panicked people and walked towards the almost empty house.

Inside, Damian was fighting with a 1.8-meter-tall woman. Everything in the house was broken, and a poor man had his throat cut and fell to the ground.

Bang!

Damian suffered a loss in size and strength, and was kicked in the chest by the tall woman's high-heeled foot and fell at Martin's feet.

"This woman is really strong!"

Damian stood up, holding his chest. One of his ribs was broken by the high-heeled shoe.

Martin looked at the boy's indignant look and laughed: "Is this guy a man?"

"Ah, how is this possible?"

Damian has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and the education he received is no longer as simple as the traditional one.

"Women's clothing! What's the big deal? Didn't the Assassin's League teach you how to disguise yourself to complete the mission?"

Martin let the hoof shadow block in front of him, looked at the killer's beautiful appearance, and nodded:

"Your women's clothing skills are really good. No wonder the Gotham Police Department has never caught your tail. Can I know your name?"

"When I decided to take revenge on these rich and unkind beasts, I had already abandoned my name and decided to make the name of the Banquet Killer the deepest fear in the hearts of those bastards."

The Banquet Killer stopped pretending. He tore off his disguise, his voice became a little rougher, and he grabbed two daggers in his hands.

Martin shook his head and didn't argue with him. This idea of ​​punishing evil and promoting good cannot be said to be wrong, but it can only be said that it is not suitable for this era and is of very limited use.

"Can you still do it?"

Martin looked down at the stubborn Damian and asked him if he could still fight.

"I will not stop until I kill this pervert in women's clothing."

As Damian swore, gunshots were heard outside the castle. At first, they were just tentative shots, but soon the gunshots were like frying beans, crackling.

The party killer took a step with his long legs, took out his gun and shot.

Martin pushed Damian down, and the two hid behind the hoof shadow, dodging the bullets.

"This guy is a stubborn fool. He has a gun but doesn't use it. He uses a dagger."

Martin laughed at himself and said to Damian: "Master Wayne, can you be faster than a bullet?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm a normal person." Damian's eyes widened instantly.

Martin did not argue with him. He took another Ni Lin sword from the back of the hoof shadow and put it in Damian's hand: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Let's fight quickly. There is another battle waiting for us outside."

"Don't worry!"

Damian waved the Ni Lin sword and released a high-energy particle stream, like a blue energy whip that left a deep scorch mark on the wall.

"Leave this guy to me."

Damian turned over and rushed out, turning a somersault in the air. The high-energy particles of the Ni Lin sword rotated like a drill and stabbed the banquet killer.

All the bullets fired by the opponent were melted by the vibrating high-energy particles, turning into drops of molten iron and falling on the ground.

The killer's skills were not bad, and his shooting skills were also very accurate, but he obviously had never seen such high technology, so he was startled and lost the initiative.

Damian took advantage of the situation and made full use of his flexible skills to continuously attack the banquet killer's vital points, breaking his hands and legs, stabbing his stomach, and digging out his heart.

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"This kid is really ruthless!"

Martin listened to the increasingly intense sound of the battle outside the castle, the gunshots were mixed with a lot of explosions, and the flashing fire was very dazzling.

He saw the battle outside through the crows and found that the men in black were attacking the castle desperately.

Are these people fighting so hard just for Bruce alone?

Martin suddenly lost interest in the banquet killer in front of him. He patted the belly of the iron warhorse and said, "Tiying, take this guy down and knock him out."

Tiying nodded, exerted force on his limbs, and flew out directly. With a bang, he directly knocked out the banquet killer who was fighting with Damian.

The flying killer hit the wall, his head was blocked, and he fainted directly.

"What are you doing?"

Damian was fighting at the top, and his head was suddenly taken away, and he was very upset.

Martin didn't indulge this young master: "Dozens or hundreds of people are fighting outside, and there is no time for you to play a personal game here."

"He is my enemy, this is my honor."

Damian protested angrily.

"You have my sword in your hand, so you have to listen to me."

Martin looked at Damian jumping up and down, and couldn't help thinking that this child still needed to be educated.

He reached out to take back his Ni Lin sword, put it back into the hoof shadow, and turned around and walked out of the house with the hoof shadow.

Although Damian was angry, he was more interested in the battle outside, and hurriedly followed Martin.

"Everyone has moved to the basement. What's the situation outside?"

Dick saw Martin and asked.

Martin replied: "A group of lunatics who came from nowhere are attacking desperately. Gordon is in a stalemate with them."

"Change your cumbersome dress and get ready to help."

"Alfred, pick out the brave ones from those waiters, teach them how to first aid in the battlefield, and try to treat the wounded."

Dick and Alfred nodded and got busy again.

Martin asked the hoof shadow to cover him and walked towards the battlefield where the gunfire was rumbling.

Damian followed him.

"I'm ready."

The moment Martin approached the door, he heard Batman's voice.

Batman is ready to go at any time.

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