Martin Variety in American Comics

More sonic booms appeared in the desert, but this time, it was not the cyborgs equipped with simple armor and light weapons that were teleported over, but a complete army.

A large number of heavily armored vehicles covered the deployment of about three regular regiments, constantly widening the distance from Martin and the Martian Hunter, but surrounding the desert.

Dozens of shuttle-like aircraft flew out of the sky, moving quickly, flashing across the sky, biting Martin and not letting go, continuously firing high-energy beams to prevent him from attacking the ground forces.

"The other side is really spending a lot of money!"

Martin spread his wings and shuttled freely and flexibly in the sky, keeping the situation on the ground in mind, and found that these troops were all regular troops, not cannon fodder.

The Martian Hunter was quiet around him, and he changed from an alien ant back to a Martian. His spiritual power spread out, and he began to sense the surrounding situation and connected to Martin at the same time.

"Three fully trained elite infantry regiments, equipped with a large number of heavy weapons, and air force support. This is all the power that most third world countries can bring out."

"The other side just pulled it out like this. Do they not care, or are they very determined to kill us?"

"I'm afraid it's both!"

Martin saw that the officers who issued orders in the army below were ordinary people who had not been completely transformed, and the autonomy of those transformed people was much higher than the previous batch.

"Do you still want to continue fighting? I want to destroy this army and see how strong the other side's war potential is."

Although the DC world is often restarted, people on Earth are not NPCs in the game, and they cannot refresh at a fixed point every day.

Even in the universe, not all races will turn their people into warriors. Even lunatics like Apocalypse have to differentiate a large number of logistics positions.

"It is not difficult for us to wipe out the establishment of these three regiments. But the other side is not a fool, and will not invest all its strength here without limit."

Mars Hunter did not oppose Martin's plan, but supported it very much.

It's just that the battlefield is never a one-sided thing. They want to test the potential of the other party, but the other party will definitely not cooperate.

"An orderly retreat and a forced retreat are two different things. We don't need to know the specific number, just a rough estimate is enough."

After Martin made a decision, he braked suddenly.

The raging airflow in the sky blew away the feathers on his body, and those feathers burned quickly in the air, like small fire meteors.

Then, those sparks continued to expand, and soon turned into cranes made of flames, rushing towards the shuttles that bit Martin and wouldn't let go.

There was a rumbling sound in the sky, and the flames of the explosion kept lighting up, carrying big fireballs, falling into the depths of the desert.

Martin folded his wings and landed lightly beside the Martian Hunter. The flames behind him crossed the sky, forming a long flame belt, as if connecting the sky and the earth.

Before Martin landed, the troops of the three regiments had already launched an attack. The first to open fire were heavy artillery. Those energy cannons modified from Apocalypse weapons not only had a caliber far exceeding the heavy artillery on Earth, but also had more properties of the energy emitted.

The energy beams emitted by individual weapons have two characteristics: strong penetration and high temperature.

But the energy beams of large-caliber energy cannons can detonate the surrounding oxygen and special elements, and even destroy the internal structure of objects.

The heavy vehicles and infantry began to advance the front line with the cover of artillery fire. In addition to artillery, the heavy vehicles also prepared props such as anti-stealth and anti-radar.

In addition to energy guns, the infantry who cooperated with the heavy vehicles also had many weapons for different environments. While clearing the way in the rumbling artillery fire, they also set up energy fields for blockades to trap Martin.

"This is the tactic that the army should use. Those modified people were indeed sent out to test our cannon fodder."

Martin's fists collided, and golden light burst out from his body. The flames disappeared, and the spirit crane disappeared.

Instead, there was a metallic glow and the roar of a tiger.

"Golden Spirit Power, Iron Fist Tiger!"

Martin, transformed into Iron Fist Tiger, rose up in the heavy artillery fire.

The power of the Golden Spirit spread, and the metal elements hidden in the surrounding desert were drawn out, becoming gold sand mixed with iron filings, rushing towards the sky like black waves, blocking the falling energy cannons.

Although the beams of these energy cannons are all high-energy particles, each time they fall, they can punch a big hole in the black sand iron flow.

But this desert is so vast that no matter how many times those energy cannons bombard, Martin can quickly replenish the sand iron flow.

Then he roared again, immersed in the wildness of the Iron Fist Tiger, with the sand iron surrounding his body, he stretched out two huge metal fists and rushed towards the army that was attacking with heavy vehicles.

Martin let go of some of his rationality, and the Iron Fist Tiger grew a little longer, all the hair on his body turned into metal, and the fangs in his mouth grew a little longer. Surrounded by the sand iron, the fierce aura reached a higher level.

Even those professionally trained officers couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw the big tiger rushing towards them.

At their orders, all the heavy vehicles turned their guns and aimed at the big tiger rushing towards them, firing fiercely.

These heavy vehicles not only shoot out energy beams, but also electric current, sound waves and other attack methods, forming a complex attack method that covers the battlefield in front.

But these attacks fell on Martin, and all of them were ineffective, and were bounced back by his metal body.

"The weapons modified from Apocalypse are indeed very powerful, but there are too many metals in the universe, even natural metals, which can block energy beams. There are too many."

Martin used the power of the Golden Spirit to adjust his body composition at all times, turning into various metals, blocking all the attacks from these armies.

Then he opened his fist, showed his claws, and gently swiped towards the energy field that blocked him.

In countless sparks, Martin's palm turned into a metal that was completely insulated from energy, directly short-circuiting the energy generator in front of him.

The army heard Martin's voice, and they had no time to react, and they couldn't react.

Martin has experienced countless worlds, so his brain stores a lot of data on special metals.

But those officers may not know where the technology they use comes from, let alone those cyborgs.

They could only act according to habit, that is, increase firepower.

More heavy vehicles concentrated on Martin, but not to attack him, but to attack the surrounding environment, trying to distance them.

Anyone with a brain can see how dangerous the tiger in front of them is, not to mention that modern warfare emphasizes distance.

So the judgment of these officers is correct. As long as the heavy vehicles are running at full power, it is not difficult to distance them.

But behind these vehicles are infantry, although these infantry strictly follow training and keep a distance from the vehicles.

This distance is enough for infantry to respond to the attacks of other infantry, but for a superhuman like Martin, this distance of less than 100 meters can be crossed in one step.

Although it is said that kindness does not lead the army, it is only a principle when facing life and death decisions.

As long as there is a little chance, a responsible officer will not squander the troops in his hands at will.

Therefore, those heavy vehicles can only increase their firepower continuously, trying to stop Martin and buy time for the infantry behind to retreat.

Martin saw through their arrangement at a glance, and those infantry were not simply retreating.

As they retreated, they set up energy generators to gather loose sand and build temporary fortresses and trenches.

It was impossible to use these things to stop Martin. The soldiers hoped that these temporary fortresses and trenches could delay the big tiger's progress and cover their tracks.

Martin waved his iron fist and rushed into the crowd. He clenched his fist, and the metal that was insulated from energy directly smashed the energy coming at him at the speed of light.

Then, he grabbed the barrel of the heavy vehicle in front of him, exerted force with both arms, and directly grabbed the vehicle, using it as a hammer, smashing it everywhere.

The vehicle closest to him was directly flattened, the turret was dented, and the people inside were turned into meat paste.

The fortresses and trenches gathered by the energy field were defeated, and the yellow sand that was glued together was scattered.

Some soldiers defended on the spot, trying to smash the heavy vehicle caught by the big tiger.

Martin used the power of the Golden Spirit to repair the vehicle in his hand, turning it into a big axe, and swung it forward. The golden light swept across, and the metal broke with a sound.

The armor on the soldiers split, gathered, and then shrunk inward. The bodies were pierced with big holes, and the heads became honeycombs.

Although these soldiers were transformed more successfully, when the brain was pierced, even if these soldiers had been transformed, the remaining consciousness was not enough for them to make complex tactical movements, let alone make judgments.

Although the axe flew out with a great momentum, it only knocked down a circle of people around Martin, at most five.

But considering that modern wars usually stretch the front line very long, being able to kill five people at a time is already a very good record.

However, Martin did not pursue the victory and catch those infantrymen, but jumped to those heavy vehicles, waving the battle axe in his hand, and tore these big guys in half one by one.

The epidemic prevention system of these heavy vehicles is very complete. Not only are they equipped with a defense field to resist energy, but their own armor is also enough to defend against large kinetic shells.

But the battle axe in Martin's hand and the power of the golden spirit in his body were unreasonable. They easily tore through the heavy defenses and named the heavy equipment one by one.

The officer in charge of the command behind him felt sad about the scrapping of the heavy equipment, but he felt helpless about Martin's transformation into an iron fist tiger.

He would not be stupid enough to put the troops that had been withdrawn with great difficulty into the battlefield to deal with a dangerous enemy.

So, the artillery fire that had stopped at the rear of the array because of the infantry's advance began to attack again.

This time they did not attack Martin again, but launched a fierce attack on the Martian Hunter further behind.

"Damn it, I don't believe that all the people in the Justice League are immortal. Blow them up, put all the firepower on them, and blow the green guy to pieces."

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The anger of the officer in charge of the command was about to burn through the top of his head.

This officer could not imagine why he was suppressed.

Such an army, if deployed, could fight head-on with the regular elite armies of several major countries, but now it cannot deal with two superhumans.

They are all superhumans, why do the people in the Justice League have such extraordinary abilities?

And other superhumans have to improve themselves through various transformations and mutations?

Amid the confusion of these military officers, dark red energy beams hit Martin.

"I haven't even started to get serious yet, why are you so scared?"

Martin also felt helpless. In order to test the limit of the opponent's troops, he didn't use the real power of the Golden Spirit just now.

But he didn't expect that the opponent's troops would shrink back like this.

Martin had to admit that the opponent's commander was not stupid, but this was not the situation he wanted to see.

So he faced the sky of artillery fire and pretended to swing the giant axe in his hand.

When the energy beam rumbled on him, he held on for two rounds, broke the giant axe in his hand, turned it into ordinary metal and threw it aside, turned his head and ran towards the Martian Hunter.

The Martian Hunter did not participate in the whole battle. Facing the sky of artillery fire, he once again became a slug-like creature, allowing the energy beam to hit him, but there was no movement.

Martin ran to him and said helplessly: "It seems that I am used to fighting those villains who live under the rules in the United States, and I have forgotten that a qualified commander will never squander his troops at will."

Complaints are complaints, but Martin also knows that this is something that could happen.

If he and the commander on the opposite side exchanged identities and had a little understanding of the actions of the Justice League, he would not even send infantry to the field in the first round of attack, but would send a large number of drones and tanks to test the opponent's attack habits and distance, and then send infantry equipped with special weapons to join the attack.

"The giant bear and flying crane you transformed into before were too exaggerated. So, even if you consciously restrain your skills after turning into a tiger, it is difficult to deceive the opponent."

The Martian Hunter was bounced back and forth by the artillery fire like a ball of jelly, but there was no damage, and he also complained about Martin's show-off fighting style.

"Since the opponent will not be fooled, I am too lazy to entangle anymore, let's retreat!"

Martin quickly analyzed the situation on the battlefield and made a judgment.

The opponent has a large number of mother boxes in his hands and can retreat at any time and disappear without a trace.

In fact, hundreds of small sonic boom channels on the edge of the battlefield have always been there and have never been closed.

As long as the commander on the opposite side makes up his mind, he can transfer all the soldiers away in an instant.

Although Martin also has the original mother box in his hand, it can only affect no more than ten space channels at most, and the opponent cannot be stupid enough to transfer troops with only one sonic boom channel.

Since there will be no gains, we should retreat decisively.

There is no clearance reward for entangled with these troops. Martin might as well analyze the existing clues to catch the person behind the scenes.

The person behind the scenes may be able to use the mother box to continuously transfer himself, but his men and the industries arranged all over the earth cannot disappear casually.

"However, before leaving, I can do one more thing, that is to make things bigger and let the reconnaissance satellites in the earth's orbit notice this place and these people."

If he can't catch the tail of the person behind the scenes now, then pull this tail and let everyone see it.

Bruce went to negotiate with all parties, and when he mentioned the matter of Apokolips, he still spoke with his mouth wide open. It was difficult to convince the other party with only the records of the Amazons and Atlanteans.

Even if the Justice League produced some substantial evidence, it would be difficult for all parties to accept the fact that a cosmic force was watching the earth.

Some were deaf and dumb, some were powerless, and some did not care at all...

However, if all parties knew that there was an uncontrolled force, and then organized three regiments of troops anytime and anywhere, and there were props such as the Mother Box that could transport troops on a large scale.

Things would be different.

The threatening future suddenly jumped in front of them, and any normal person would not be indifferent.

Even those who said "I don't care about the flood after I die" would have a stressful reaction.

In Martin's view, the Americans are the ones who don't care about the future of the earth.

The Americans have been the creators and beneficiaries of the world order since World War II, tossing the earth for decades and sucking blood from the world for decades.

Now they can't play anymore, so a bunch of people come out and say they want to live an American life.

It is obvious that he is a prostitute who refuses to admit his crime even after pulling up his pants, and he even calls the prostitute a dirty thing.

Is there anything more disgusting than this in the world?

That is why Martin must push the Justice League to cut ties with the United States.

If Apokolips cannot scare the Americans, then let the people behind the scenes who control the Assassin's League stand on the stage and perform.

Even if it only scares the Americans for a while, it can also win more opportunities for the Justice League.

"Your thoughts are too active!"

The Martian Hunter moved his soft body after transformation and wrapped Martin up. He made a sound from nowhere and complained about Martin.

"Hey, I'm thinking about privacy now. How can you eavesdrop?"

Martin's feet spread out golden halos, which was a symbol of the unfolding of the power of the Golden Spirit.

"This is on the battlefield. What private matters would you think about?"

The Martian Hunter complained, completely refusing Martin's accusation.

"Also, I don't oppose your plan, but your evaluation of the United States is too biased. Secondly, if you can catch the commander on the opposite side, I can dig out everything in his head."

"I think an officer who can command three regiments at a time will never be a person who knows nothing."

"You are right, the officer on the opposite side must know something. Because of this, I don't think he will be easily caught by me. But I will still try."

Martin first agreed with the Martian Hunter's suggestion, and then said: "As for the Americans, when they roll down from the position of world vampires, I will correct my evaluation of them."

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