Martin Variety in American Comics

Chapter 39 An unexpected dog-eat-dog situation (please read on!)

"I'm Martin. I know a lot of people in Gotham want my head now."

"But I want to say that the people active in the streets of Gotham now are a bunch of garbage."

"I'm at the Cyones Steel Plant. If you have the guts, come and I guarantee you'll have something to worry about."

...

Under the financial offensive, screens on the streets and alleys of Gotham are playing Martin's "declaration of war" against Gotham, and he has already walked into the Cyones Steel Plant, which has stopped production.

"You're crazy. If you provoke me like this, the whole of Gotham will come to kill you."

After seeing the news, Barbara quickly connected to Martin's communication.

"I'll just let them come to me themselves."

Martin walked on the ladder. The furnace of the steel plant did not stop because the black mask was caught. The boiling molten steel flowed in the pipes, emitting heat that distorted the air.

"There are so many criminals in Gotham. It would take me more than ten days to catch them, not to mention more than ten hours."

"Then it would be better if I took the initiative to provoke them and let them come to me. It would not only save trouble, but also buy you more time."

"But it's too dangerous." Barbara was very conflicted. She knew that Martin was doing the right thing, but she was also worried about his safety.

Even through the communicator, Martin could hear Barbara's worry and comforted her: "I'm not bragging. None of these people in Gotham can hurt me today."

"You focus on finding Bruce's whereabouts. You don't have to worry about me."

"Yeah!" Barbara's voice was still full of worry: "I have ruled out most areas in Gotham and locked several special areas that are difficult for machines to survey. I can only let Nightwing and others go to scout the situation in person."

"Okay!"

Martin walked to the center of the steel plant and stood above a furnace filled with molten steel.

"Hiss--"

On the steel beam above Martin's head, a woman wearing a brown snake-print leather jacket and black circles under her eyes was staring at him.

The woman's legs were as soft as a snake's tail, tightly wrapped around the steel beam, and her mouth spitted out red snake cores, and her occasionally exposed fangs dripped with smelly venom.

"It's really God's blessing. The other idiots haven't arrived yet. This $5 million reward is mine."

The copperhead snake is a killer. She doesn't have any lofty pursuits, she just wants to make money and enjoy life.

In her eyes, Martin is not a person, but a green banknote, which is the guarantee that she can live a life of luxury in Hawaii in the next few years.

The greed for wealth made the copperhead snake feel itchy. She looked at Martin lying on the railing, looking down at the molten steel in the furnace, and couldn't wait to rush out.

Three meters, two meters, one meter!

The copperhead snake was getting closer and closer to Martin's neck. Her fangs were just a little bit away from biting the other's neck and injecting venom into it.

Bang!

Martin suddenly turned around, and the top of the cane hit the copperhead snake's belly directly, knocking the man out.

The copperhead snake was unable to react and was knocked out and fell into the furnace full of molten steel.

Suddenly, her legs stretched out as if they had no bones, hooked the fence under the ladder, swung in the air, swung above Martin, and a stream of purple poisonous mist came out of her mouth.

Martin took two steps back, shaking his cane, the temperature of the furnace under him increased, and a strong hot wind blew out, blowing away the poisonous mist attacking him.

Then, he drew the long sword at his waist, strode forward, and swung the sword at the copperhead snake's head.

The copperhead snake swung its legs and swung around the ladder, trying to get behind Martin and launch a fatal blow.

Martin turned his wrist and stabbed the long sword straight down, nailing the leg or tail of the venomous snake.

"My leg!"

Although the copperhead snake, a master of jutsu, can be as soft as boneless, it is impossible to ignore the pain.

Martin ignored the wailing of the venomous snake and knocked her out with a swing of his cane.

Then he drew his sword and threw it into the shadows. The blade reflected the light of the molten steel, emitting a dazzling light, piercing the chest of Victor Zsasz, who was covered with tattoos.

"Since you are all here, come out!"

Martin knocked his cane on the ground, and the sound became louder and spread throughout the steel plant: "If you want my life, you should at least stand up first!"

He didn't use any magic.

If you want to delay time, you have to give those who are watching you secretly a glimmer of hope.

If you use a big move right away and scare people away, and they go to trouble other people, then Martin's work will be in vain.

"Ha ha ha, Batman is not as arrogant as you. I will make your body into a specimen so that Gotham will know how powerful we are."

A brown poisonous gas rose from the steel plant, quickly sweeping every corner, but it did not disperse, enveloping the entire steel plant.

Scarecrow!

Martin took out the filter and pressed it on his mouth to prevent himself from inhaling the fear gas.

This is not the reduced-power poison gas bomb he used before. Just inhaling a little bit will cause irreversible damage to people's nerves.

Although Batman's filter is powerful, it can't completely block the invasion of fear gas.

Fortunately, Martin still has magic. He casts a protective spell to isolate his body from the contact with the poison gas.

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

But the others in the steel mill didn't have such a skill. They didn't expect the scarecrow to appear suddenly. Suddenly inhaling the fear gas, they all fell into the deepest fear.

"This is smoother than I thought."

Martin looked at the poison gas around him and didn't disperse it.

He originally thought he would play a good match with these criminals, but the scarecrow's poisonous gas helped him busy.

Those two or three -run killers took a few mouthfuls of poisonous gas and fell to the ground.

People who are still alive are desperate. When they see the living people, they use all the means, and they must cause the other party to death.

Martin just found a place to sit down, watching the killer in the fog of poisonous gas, and silently calculated the time in his heart.

He was in his heart, and wanted to calculate the whereabouts of Bruce with divination, but threw out a few leaves in his pocket.

Unexpectedly, there is no result!

Divination itself is a very mysterious thing. Batman has too many secrets. The two are untegen, which is not a matter of things, which is normal.

The scarecrow's men touched it, and they wore large protective clothing and could support it in the fog longer.

He was carrying a gun in his hand and a night vision on his face, searching for Martin's whereabouts.

They did not find Martin.

Because Martin has left the steel plant.

Nympho

Still in Gotham Dark, the black robe people gathered again.

"Our plan is successful, and that wizard really no longer stares at us and chases those worthless little crickets."

"Maybe we can go further and get rid of this trouble."

"What about the Assassin Alliance?"

"Don't have a branch!"

The Mu Chou pressed all the sounds, and the command said: "We don't need to charge all the clues, cut off all the clues, and all turn to the ground, don't have any activities."

Seeking investment, reading, collecting, finding tickets, and recommendation! Everyone commented, thank you for your support!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like