Martin Variety in American Comics

"You still have the nerve to say that!"

Mrs. Shiva's attack was powerful and powerful, and her two arms were like sledgehammers.

She chased Martin and said with gritted teeth: "If you hadn't tampered with my memory, I would have been freed long ago. How could I be coerced by that old guy Lars with favors!"

Although Shiva didn't know the special thing about Martin, he could guess without thinking that all this must be related to this boy.

Martin coughed awkwardly twice. This was indeed his fault.

Shiva had promised Lars before to help him promote his plan to disrupt Gotham, and he did help Lars a lot.

But because of Martin, the relevant memories were sealed in everyone's minds, which was equivalent to Shiva's previous work for nothing, so he had to continue working for Lars and repay his favor.

"It's really my fault. I apologize to you."

Martin stopped moving and stopped dodging. He stood in front of Siva and said seriously: "I'm standing here and letting you do whatever you want. I just hope you can continue to treat me as a friend."

"Are you a fool?"

"I'm not a philanthropist. Don't you worry about your head?"

Looking at the boy like this, Siva couldn't do it.

Martin smiled and said: "You are not a philanthropist, but you are not a clown or a lunatic! We got along very well before, so I bet you won't do it to me."

"It's not a good thing to be so gambling at such a young age."

Siva half-crouched in front of Martin, looking at the boy who was only one-third of her height, very curious.

"Not long ago, you looked like you were 18 years old. How come you look like you are 7 or 8 years old now?"

Martin explained directly: "I change my identity every morning when I wake up. Today I became my 7-year-old self, with an aura that attracts crime."

"So you were attracted to Wayne Manor and chose such an inappropriate time to attack."

Shiva wanted to refute, but he recalled everything that happened today and realized that before making the decision, he did have an impulse that made her make such a decision.

"If you are not 7 years old, I will definitely twist your head off!"

Shiva was not joking. She looked down at Martin with cold eyes.

"I have no ill intentions!"

Martin made a cute gesture, which matched his 7-year-old appearance and was very cute.

Shiva turned his head away and did not mention it again: "I'm leaving! Anyway, thank you for awakening my memory. Working for Lars is not a comfortable thing."

Martin did not keep her.

Shiva is certainly not a good person in the broad sense, and he is even unwilling to enter the modern social system.

So it is the best result for the two of them to maintain a state where they are not enemies.

"You are leaving like this? Leaving Damian and the people of the Assassin's League, won't Lars cause trouble for you?"

From the perspective of a friend, Martin is concerned about the troubles that Siwa may encounter after leaving like this.

"I am not the kind of ordinary woman who whines and whines."

Siwa straightened his chest and said domineeringly: "I am Siwa. No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. I helped Lars only because I owed him a favor before. Now that there is no bondage of favors, he and his small group can't stop me."

Martin nodded: "Yes, how can people like you be summarized by the two words man and woman? I just hope that when we meet next time, I won't see your corpse."

People like Siwa who are free from society are always accompanied by death.

Siwa finally showed his first smile tonight, and the iron-blooded coldness on his body also faded a lot.

She leaned over, smiled and pinched Martin's face: "I hope you will still be as cute as you are now when we meet next time?"

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. This matter is beyond my control."

Martin looked at Siva's face close at hand, and suddenly found that she was also a beauty.

But people, including Martin, first noticed her skills and actions, and didn't even notice her gender, only a terrifying name.

"Goodbye, little boy!"

Siva waved and turned around, strode out of the forest, walked into the darkness, and didn't know where to go.

Martin watched her back disappear into the darkness.

The hoof shadow came to him and arched his master's shoulder, reminding him that the battle was not over yet.

Siva's departure did not affect the soldiers of the Assassin's League. They fought on their own according to their own tactics.

Batman knew these tactics of the Assassin's League very well. With the help of various props and natural shadows, he took them down in a more covert way than the enemy.

Nightwing became more and more proficient in the use of shadow power. He frequently shuttled between the edges of the two worlds, using the suddenness to attack his enemies, making it difficult for assassins who were used to sneak attacks to defend themselves.

After Batman and Nightwing defeated the assassins' defenses, Gordon led the special police into the forest to hunt down the lone assassin groups.

The sound of gunfire and artillery roared in the forest, and the fallen trees were ignited by the artillery fire, which did not make the battlefield environment better, but instead created more places that were bright and dark.

The assassins skillfully used these environments to cover their tracks. Although they could not escape the eyes of Batman and Nightwing, they made Gordon and his SWAT dizzy.

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Their training was more about urban anti-terrorism operations. There was very little training on field operations, and they had not experienced actual combat. They could only gather together to seek self-protection.

Gordon's judgment was completely correct. A single assassin team could not effectively attack the SWAT team that gathered together. If they gathered together, they would be caught by Batman and Nightwing.

Suddenly, a group of crows inexplicably ran over the forest. Their feathers were as deep and dark as the night, and their scarlet eyes were like gems. They fell into the forest with a cackle, marking the positions of the assassin teams one by one.

"The enemy's position has been marked, what are you still doing? Go!"

Gordon knew that this was Martin's method, and he rushed to the hidden assassins with his men without hesitation, pulling them out one by one.

The defeat was overwhelming. Although the assassins would not surrender, they did not hold out for long under Gordon's fierce attack.

An hour later, the last assassin who resisted stubbornly pulled out a grenade and tried to take away more special police, but was shot into a sieve.

Martin came to Damian with the smell of gunpowder. The boy looked at the corpses on the ground in silence and finally stopped making a fuss.

"All of them are here to take you back to the Assassin's League. How do you feel?"

Damian glared at Martin in dissatisfaction, but said nothing. He lowered his head and remained silent.

The boy didn't know whether he was angry with Martin or himself.

The scenes of the assassins being shot through the flesh and blood and falling limply on the ground kept replaying in Damian's mind.

He felt that there were people he knew among the dead assassins, but he couldn't remember the names of the dead, or even their faces.

Damian felt a sense of guilt that he had never felt before.

He couldn't help but wonder why he was such a jerk. These people died for him, but he didn't even know their names.

Martin said to Batman who flew to his side: "He still feels guilty, but he is not hopeless!"

Batman was obviously relieved, but did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked about Mrs. Shiva.

Martin certainly would not hide it from him and told him what happened just now.

Batman looked at the chubby Martin and said half-jokingly: "You can really make friends with anyone, and you don't pick people!"

"More friends, more paths. If everyone is as cold as you, how can the world be peaceful?"

Martin waved his arms, and his whole body was aching. This was the price he paid for borrowing the power of the ancestral spirit.

"Next time, if I become like this again, I will never charge into battle by myself. Call out the ancestral spirits all at once and be a summoner honestly."

After complaining, Martin handed over the aftermath to others and prepared to go to bed.

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