Martin Variety in American Comics

When the strong man in the arena was dismembered, the hungry wolves tore the flesh and blood in order to fight for the body parts, and even flew to the stands. The whole arena was like a big pot of boiling hot water.

Everyone in the stands stood up and cheered in the blood of the dead.

Martin felt more and more nauseous, and he wanted to shoot all the bastards around him who were enjoying human lives with a machine gun.

But thinking of the ongoing villain party, he still endured it, and used the crowd as a cover to come to the bottom of the stand where the Penguin's secretary was.

"Yes, boss, the banquet has been prepared, exactly as you ordered, without any mistakes!"

"Let me entertain those people? No, no problem at all..."

Martin stood under the stands, listening to the female secretary's English with a Spanish accent, and confirmed that the banquet had not yet started.

The female secretary left the arena with her high heels clacking, and he immediately followed her, but after a few steps, he met Penguin's men patrolling the corridor with guns.

Martin touched his chin and decided not to confront these people head-on.

If it was just a fight, he would certainly not be afraid of Penguin's men, but as soon as the gunshots rang out, those cunning villains would definitely run away without a trace.

There was no way to find out why these criminals who usually disliked each other gathered on Penguin's ship.

Martin's eyes turned, his eyes locked on the pipe being repaired, grabbed the railing, jumped up and climbed into the pipe.

"A ship is not a fortress. Are you building such a spacious pipe because you are afraid that the infiltrators will have nowhere to hide?"

Martin used his hands and feet to crawl forward along the pipe, staring at the secretary whose body parts were shaking with the movement of her steps through the wire mesh of the vent, and followed her into Penguin's office.

The brown-skinned Latin secretary opened Penguin's wine cabinet, took out several bottles of precious wine, looked at the labels, and cursed in a low voice: "What did I do wrong in my previous life that I have to entertain those crazy people today?" She complained, made a prayer gesture, and said devoutly: "Great Lord, please protect your humble believers and help them get through this difficult time today." Martin listened to the secretary's prayer and didn't care. This secretary from South America was obviously not a true believer. She didn't even have a cross on her body, and she just recited a few random prayers. He just took this opportunity to throw a micro tracker on the secretary's coat. When the other party left with the wine, he supported the pipe with his limbs, slid to the vent on the ground, kicked open the iron fence with his feet, and walked into Penguin's office. Brown wooden boards, intricately patterned carpets, and cultural relics from all over the world emitted strange light under the illumination of crystal chandeliers, adding a lot of style to this cabin under the design of professionals. But Martin's eyes did not stay on these things, but looked for the weapons that Penguin hid for self-defense.

Penguin's men conducted a strict body search for everyone before boarding the ship, and it was impossible to hide weapons on board.

So Martin did not try to bring weapons on board at the beginning. Anyway, for a gang like Penguin who makes a living by smuggling, weapons are the most abundant thing on this ship.

No guns, no cannons, the enemy will build them for us!

In order to prevent Penguin from using these weapons to harm Gotham people, Martin decided to sacrifice himself and take all these weapons.

But he looked around and found no other automatic weapons except the old World War II guy in the cupboard.

"Look at my pig brain!"

Martin slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "The Penguin has that special umbrella that he always carries with him, so he doesn't need other weapons."

"Forget it, an old guy from World War II is an old guy from World War II, just make do with it!"

He wrapped his fist with the curtains to smash the glass of the cabinet, pulled out the Garand semi-automatic rifle and the m1911 pistol, skillfully checked the guns, and after confirming that there was no problem, he tied the bullet bag around his waist and got into the pipe again.

The structure of the final quotation number is as complicated as the Penguin's heart. There is a risk of getting lost along the corridor, not to mention that Martin is crawling in the pipe in the dark.

Fortunately, his tracker is powerful enough, always reporting the position of the female secretary, and taking him to the cabin on the bottom floor.

Through the fence of the vent, Martin saw the short and fat Penguin sitting in the main seat, smoking a cigar, and his small eyes under the monocle were looking at his guests.

The slightly aged Falcone and Maniello, the prosperous Black Mask and Two-Face, the Riddler and Silence...

These bigwigs who control a piece of Gotham sat around the long table, looking normal, savoring the aroma of wine, and were not eager to know the purpose of the Penguin inviting them.

But outside the long table, those criminals who can only rely on themselves, the first-class killers such as Deadshot and Deathstroke can still remain calm, but the third-rate criminals such as Firefly, Mr. Freeze, and Electrocuter are more impatient than each other.

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

Martin has good patience, so he just pointed the gun at the Penguin, but was not in a hurry to pull the trigger.

When those bigwigs finished a round of wine, they still didn't say a word. The guys like Electrocuter and Crocodile, who had no patience or even brains, slapped the table and jumped out and shouted:

"Hey, Cobblepot, don't you know that damn bat is flying all over Gotham, wishing to swallow us all? If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don't want to be found by that bat."

When the word Batman was mentioned, the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees instantly. A gust of cold wind blew from somewhere, crawling up everyone's backs, making their skin bulge with goose bumps.

The big guys who remained calm in the face of the collapse of Mount Tai were instantly broken, and they could no longer pretend. Their faces turned pale or blue.

Martin hid in the ventilation duct, looking at the dark face of the Penguin, and almost laughed out loud.

The Penguin summoned these people naturally to subdue them, but he spent so much effort, but it was not as influential as the name of Batman.

This is the deterrent power of Batman. Do you have such a Batman in other cities?

"I called you here for Batman!"

The Penguin stood up with a dark face, hit the floor with an umbrella, and shouted in a sharp voice.

"Think about how happy we were ten years ago. We could do whatever we wanted. No one could stop us. Those soft-hearted policemen could only follow our orders."

"But now everything has changed. It's all because of that damn Batman, a pervert in a tights. We have lost our own status."

"If you want to take back the good old days, there is only one way to go, and that is to kill Batman."

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