Martin Variety in American Comics

"I put Dongdang in a small bank's insurance library. That bank specially connected this ..."

"Stop, I don't have time to listen to your publicity."

Martin interrupted Andy, and looked forward to the front and said, "Now you'd better pray that I can find all the collections, otherwise you will wait to sit on the bottom!"

Andy was in a hurry: "You promised me ..."

"What I promised is that you will be served in prison in the metropolis, but the sentence period can not help me decide. And the more things I find, the shorter you go to the jail time. Is it difficult for this truth to understand?"

Martin's words were simple and ruthless. Andy was unable to paralyze on the seat and wanted to escape, but he had no ability, so he had to start praying silently in his heart.

After ten minutes, they rushed to the bank's door.

A group of robbers in a green question mark shirt are transporting large boxes to large trucks.

Andy couldn't help but hold his hands together and closed his eyes and said, "Thank God!"

"You should thank you, my accelerator steps deep enough."

Martin parked the car in a place separated by a street, and tied Andy's hands to the steering wheel with seat belt.

"Don't come out if you don't want to die, don't think about running away."

Andy had scared his courage, nodded obediently, and retracted himself under the steering wheel.

Gotham Sky is covered with lead -gray clouds, without a trace of sunlight, the cold wind along the street, pushing the evil stink exhaust gas emitted by the ACE chemical plant slowly move forward.

The riddle of the riddle is like a diligent worker ant. From the bombed of a hole in the vault, a large number of gold and artworks were transported into the container of the large truck.

Suddenly, a bullet flew, and the tires of the big car were flying.

"Where does the gunfire? When will the group waste from the Gotham Police Station be so fast?"

The riddler's hand picked up the weapon, looked for cover, and then looked around.

They did not find the enemy, but found that the big tires farthest from them were penetrated by bullets and leaked out.

The riddlemen had to leave the bunker, move forward, and replace the tires for the big car.

A large number of gold, statues, jewelry, and artworks in the bank are large. They are all large. Without large trucks, they can't transport those treasures.

Martin hiding in the dark also knew this, so he penetrated the tires and dragged them to leave.

It's just that the pistol is really not suitable for long -distance shooting. He had to drive a shot first, recalling the feeling of the legendary Western denim yesterday.

After the identity changes, although the special abilities brought about by the previous day will disappear, the instinct reactions remaining in the body will not disappear.

Martin held his breath and felt the feeling of blowing the wind on his face. The pores of the whole body opened, and suddenly opened his eyes. Everything around him enlarged in his eyes, slowed down, and the goal became clearer.

Bang!

Martin fired the trigger without hesitation. A bullet shell was thrown out and fell on the cement road surface to make a crisp sound.

Prior to this, the rotating steel core warhead had penetrated the tire carrying the truck carried by the stolen goods.

The rush of the riddle who rang continuously will be scared back under the riddle again. They did not see where the shot people were. They could only hide behind the bunker and drank the trigger randomly. None of them hit.

The feeling of the kind of bullet time is fleeting, and Martin does not feel regrets. He retrieves the feeling of some legendary gunmen, and then uses architecture as a cover to pull the distance between himself and the enemy to 100 meters. Then the trigger was then pulled again.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire sounded, blood flowers bloomed, and a riddler's head was hit by a large blood hole by bullets.

The riddles may be smart, but the quality of his hands is very average.

Of course, it is not just a question of the riddles. The gangsters under the Gotham villain are not the army. Even if those leaders are interested in what formalization, no one will suffer for them.

Therefore, when the robbers wearing a green question mark vest found that the bunkers could no longer protect themselves, the first reaction was not to move to a safer place, but to turn their heads and ran out of the back.

In the range of less than 100 meters, no matter how ten robbers run, it is impossible to run faster than bullets, so they all become prey to be slaughtered.

Martin pulled the trigger one after another, and the bullet hit the key parts of the robbers. One by one fell to the ground, most people were out of breath.

But someone was specially released by Martin. The man jumped off in the robber, and it was different from others at first glance, so Martin just hit his thigh.

At this moment, the guy lay on the ground and shouted, like a meat pig waiting for the slaughter of the butcher.

"If you don't want to end with your companion, tell me where the riddles are?"

Martin pushed the muzzle on the robbers' head, and asked for incentives.

Hundreds of millions of dollars of stolen goods may be worthless for crazy people like clowns, but the riddles are not people who look like money as dung.

However, he risked the risk of failure and transferred a group of black people to transfer stolen goods, which can only explain that more important things have attracted his attention.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

In the eyes of these villains, what can be more attractive than real money, of course, Batman.

The Dark Knight is now Martin's financial backer. For the sake of the green dollars, he decided to help Batman.

The robber who was yelling at the top of his voice with the muzzle of the gun against his head suddenly became quiet.

The pain of bullets tearing flesh and blood is unbearable for ordinary people, but compared with losing his life, it is nothing.

Just look at the companions lying in a pool of blood around him, and he knows that the seemingly young boy in front of him is actually a ruthless person who kills without blinking an eye.

"Uncle, father, dear father, ancestor. You think too highly of me. I am just a cannon fodder. How can I know where the riddle man is going!"

The robber cried, but Martin was unmoved.

"Since you know that you are a cannon fodder, you are not deaf and blind, so can't you find a way out for yourself?"

Martin's finger pressed slightly on the trigger, and the sound of the mechanical device moving was heard clearly by both of them.

The robber's purple face turned pale instantly. He seemed to hear the footsteps of the god of death approaching, and death was wrapping him tightly from all directions.

"I said, I said, the Riddler went to a date, someone invited these bosses to a banquet."

"Location." Martin's hand did not leave the trigger, but added some strength.

The robber closed his eyes, tried to tilt his head, trying to stay away from the muzzle of the gun, and hurriedly said: "They will meet at the Penguin's 'Last Offer' tonight. This is all I know. Brother, please spare my dog's life. I am willing to be your cow and horse. From now on, I will be your dog."

The robber tried his best to say all the flattering words he had learned in his life, but got no response.

He quietly opened his eyes a crack, only to find that there was no shadow of Martin in front of him, so he was ready to run away.

But the adrenaline brought by fear subsided, and the severe pain of the wound suddenly attacked his nerves, coupled with the weakness of blood loss, which made him faint in a moment.

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