Martin Variety in American Comics

After wiping out the entire upper deck of the cruise ship, Martin changed his form again. His hands turned into claws that could easily tear apart steel, his legs pulled down to become sharp cones, and his head also bulged upwards and became sharp.

Buzz!

He crossed his arms, the wings behind him disappeared, and his body turned into a large gyroscope, falling directly into the cruise ship on the sea.

Amid the crackling sound of steel breaking, Martin tore open the reinforced bulkhead and rushed directly into the cabin.

The assassins and mercenaries crowded in the corridor raised their guns and stared at the door. As long as the intruder came in, they would greet all the bullets.

But the black gyroscope fell from the sky, and the friction of the high-speed rotation brought flying iron filings, directly grinding the people around into powder.

The bright red blood mist mixed with bone powder filled the entire corridor. Martin stopped spinning and waved his claws from the scarlet gauze, like a demon walking out of the shadow.

"Fire!"

Every assassin of the Assassin's League has received hellish training and is loyal to the head of the devil.

While the mercenaries were frightened, the assassins stared at the smell of blood, pulled the trigger, and fired bullets at the strange shadow monster.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the mercenaries' reason returned to their bodies. They pulled the trigger and kept firing bullets at the shadow monster.

Countless bullets came on, Martin was motionless, and the bullets flying from both sides passed through his body and knocked down a group of assassins and mercenaries on the opposite side.

Martin was a shadow, and simple bullets could not cause him any harm.

His body was full of ripples, but it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"It's my turn!"

Martin took a wave of attacks from these people and confirmed that his body was no different from a shadow.

Then he stretched out a pair of sharp claws, inserted into the two sides of the bulkhead, tore off two steel plates with force, twisted his waist, and threw them to both sides.

The steel plates with jagged edges rotated at high speed, tearing the air, like two rotating large guillotines, directly cutting the people in the first three rows in half from the middle.

"Monster, damn Gotham monster!"

The mercenaries looked at the invincible Martin and couldn't help but start to get scared, cursing loudly this damn city and the monsters living in it.

The assassins had no emotions, didn't know what fear was, and began to retreat.

They realized that they had no chance of stopping the invader, so they wanted to retreat to the lower deck and inform their superiors of what was happening here.

But no matter what instrument they used or what frequency they changed, they couldn't contact the outside world.

"Don't waste your energy."

Martin grabbed the stuck steel plate and squeezed it hard. The steel plate broke, and countless fragments shot out. The assassins and mercenaries who were a step slower had several big holes in their bodies and died on the spot.

"I have blocked the signal of the entire ship. You want to notify that woman Talia, daydream."

Martin raised his pointed feet, crossed the corpse on the ground, and walked to the lower level.

The assassins of the Assassin's League are brainwashed killing machines, and Bane's mercenaries often participate in wars around the world.

It is not an exaggeration to describe these people as "not worth dying for".

Martin went on a killing spree, not only because he wanted to rescue Bruce as soon as possible, so that Dick would not be caught up in the bloody plot of the wealthy fighting for the inheritance, but also because these people deserved to die.

Thump, thump, thump...

Martin's sharp feet landed on the steel plate, making a clear sound.

"Don't think about running away, this is on the sea, you have no way to escape. However, the people in the Assassin's League are all paranoid lunatics, they don't care about life and death."

"Then mercenary friends, are you willing to accompany these lunatics and die in the vast sea, without even a tombstone left, and die silently?"

Martin walked slowly, and his shadow gradually covered the entire cruise ship with his footsteps, controlling all the situations on the ship.

Dong!

The assassins and mercenaries answered Martin with a closed door.

"You are seeking your own death, so you can't blame me."

Martin was not surprised at the enemy's stubborn resistance.

People always stubbornly believe in something, and the more desperate they are, the more they will deceive themselves.

But this has nothing to do with Martin. Facing enemies who refuse to surrender, he will not have any sympathy or mercy, and will only defeat them with the most thunderous means.

When the shadow covered the entire ship, Martin kicked his legs and rushed directly to the door, waving his claws, tearing open the heavy door like tearing thin rice paper.

Amid the crackling gunshots, Martin crossed the dense bullets, swung his claws, and pulled out several dark lights, and then several assassins and mercenaries were cut off.

Whether it was a steel gun or a bulletproof vest with bulletproof steel plates, they were all as fragile as paper in front of Martin's claws.

He pressed forward step by step, constantly waving his claws, and the separated bodies fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the dark space.

The assassins were not afraid, and they rushed to Martin one by one, dragging his steps forward with their lives.

Martin couldn't get past these people, so he kept waving his claws, moving forward, and taking their lives.

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The two sides refused to give in, and lives continued to disappear in the dark space, blood and broken limbs flew everywhere, and shadows continued to spread.

The ordinary mercenaries finally couldn't bear such pressure. They lost control in the fight and ran away screaming.

Martin didn't chase them. These mercenaries had collapsed and couldn't organize themselves, so they had no killing power.

"Get out of my way, I'll defeat this shadow."

Martin heard a familiar voice and broke the neck of the last ninja.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure walking in.

Bane!

Bane, who should have died in the explosion before, is alive again.

He carried a can of green venom on his back, his body was several times larger than before, he wore a breathing mask on his face, and the blood vessels under the muscles of his limbs were like wandering giant pythons.

"Damn Lazarus Pool!"

Martin's mind turned and he guessed the secret of Bane's resurrection.

"Big guy, how does it feel to die? Have you seen what hell looks like?"

Bane didn't remember Martin, but when he heard the voice of the shadow in front of him, he felt an unknown anger in his heart.

"Go to hell, I'm going to crush you completely, even if you are a shadow."

Bane opened the can on his back and injected the green liquid into his body, his bones grew, his muscle density increased like steel, and his body became larger.

Boom!

Bane jumped up, shaking the whole ship. He raised his fists and hit Martin hard.

Martin did not show weakness. His body quickly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, he had grown into a giant figure like a sumo wrestler. He grabbed Bane's fist and stood still without moving.

"You want to compete with me in strength, then I will fulfill your wish."

Martin stared at Bane's green eyes, exerted force with both hands, twisted his waist violently, and Bane's feet left the ground and flew out in the direction of his force.

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