Martin Variety in American Comics

"Who are you?"

Martin let go of Bruce, scratched his head and said, "Mr. Wayne dragged me out for a drink last night, and I couldn't figure it out. Can you remind me?"

Bruce wanted to run, but he pulled him to his side as a shield.

The man, who originally thought that Martin had broken his promise, was furious and wanted to blame him.

But after recognizing Bruce's identity, he immediately regained his composure.

"It turns out that Mr. Martin is not only an outstanding archaeologist, but also a friend of Mr. Wayne. That's great."

The man was so surprised that he clapped his hands and explained, "I am Alvis Lane, the deputy director of the Louvre Museum. Our museum is currently conducting a project to investigate Native American civilizations in South America, but the situation in the jungle is complicated, and even the locals dare not guarantee absolute safety.

Mr. Martin is a famous archaeologist who has experience in safely entering the Aztec tomb, so we hired him."

"Okay, I'll get some things and we'll set off."

Martin nodded repeatedly.

He has been in Gotham long enough. It's time to go somewhere else and see a new landscape.

Bruce did not stop him. He had an expression that said "as expected".

Martin was very unhappy with his expression and punched him in the chest.

"Hiss——"

Bruce took a deep breath and glared at him fiercely.

Martin searched the store and threw all the equipment needed for off-roading into a large backpack. After leaving, he raised his hand to Bruce and made a request.

"Don't you have a private plane? Lend it to me. It's too late to catch a plane now."

"You are really rude."

Bruce said so, but with Martin's contribution to Gotham, let alone a private plane, even if he wanted shares in the group, he would not blink an eye when giving it.

"I will arrange it now, you can go directly to the airport!"

Martin blew the whistle, and the hoof shadow changed into a motorcycle and rushed out of the store.

"Come on, Mr. Deputy Curator."

He patted the back seat of the hoof shadow, signaling the deputy curator to come up quickly.

"I'm too old to stand this kind of stimulation. Let's take a taxi to the airport."

The deputy curator took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead due to nervousness.

Martin shook his head: "This is Gotham. If you don't want to be extorted ten times the market price and then be stripped naked and thrown on the roadside, you'd better go with me."

"Okay, okay, I'll go with Mr. Martin."

The deputy curator thought of Gotham's bad reputation and trembled with fear. He quickly jumped into the back seat of the hoof shadow.

Bruce looked at Martin's way of scaring the deputy curator and smiled and shook his head.

The big pit in the city center has not been filled yet. The whole of Gotham is trembling because of what happened last night. No one dares to take such a risk.

Gotham's criminals may be bad, but they are definitely not stupid. The blind guys have died long ago.

Bruce waved goodbye to Martin: "The private jet has started to warm up, and you can leave as soon as you arrive at the airport. The Wayne Group branch in South America will also provide you with all support."

"It's good to have money!"

Martin sighed casually.

Bruce immediately said: "As long as you are willing to stay, I will let you manage the company."

"Bye."

Martin twisted the throttle, launched, and left here quickly.

It only took him ten minutes to cross the entire Gotham and arrive at the airport in the suburbs. He boarded the prepared private plane with Hoof Shadow and took off to South America.

On the plane, after the deputy curator handed the information to Martin, he began to enjoy all the entertainment facilities on the luxury private plane.

Martin ignored him because the information stated that the deputy curator was only responsible for logistics and would not enter the jungle and risk his life.

And this project is also very simple.

Someone found a tomb of the Aztec emperor that had never been discovered in the jungle of South America. Whoever can explore it first can become famous in the global archaeological community.

In theory, South America is the back garden of the United States. Such a good thing should be enjoyed by the academic community in the United States first, and then the archaeologists from other countries should share the remnants.

But this tomb is very strange. Several joint archaeological teams sent by American universities disappeared silently in the jungle.

No one dared to go to the United States, so it opened up to other countries.

Martin held up an aerial photo of the forest and murmured: "It seems that this forest is also full of witchcraft and magic. These archaeological teams are really sinful. People are dead, and they still disturb other people's resting places. They have no respect at all. They deserve to die."

Although they are all colleagues, Martin has no sympathy for them.

Although they will also protect these tombs, they have no respect for the culture of the locals. They will take them away after digging, and even secretly curse people in their papers.

As for witchcraft, Martin is not worried.

The Aztec Empire is the Mayan civilization in people's stereotypes.

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Martin knows an old wizard. He is not the kind of ambitious person who uses people's hearts to serve the empire, but a really capable old man.

He once told Martin about the characteristics of this system of witchcraft. When Quetzalcoatl ruled the secular gods, the witchcraft and curses created based on death and rebirth were the most widely used.

Each dead king will apply countless curses around their tombs. Over time, the power of these curses will not weaken, but will become stronger and stronger.

Archaeologists who do not respect local customs and do not understand magic, and break in, of course, there is only one dead end.

"This time is not easy to do!"

Martin closed the information.

He thought about the huge mausoleum and the surrounding forests, and began to think about what kind of curse witchcraft would be.

Fortunately, there are not many people in this archeological team. The two women and two men are rich in resumes. They are not like those stupid cannon fodder in the horror story.

I hope this trip will not be too troublesome, so I will be satisfied.

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"Private planes are fast! Our team came here and tossed for several days before landing. Everyone had to scatter."

The deputy curator reluctantly stepped off his private plane. He was still thinking about those luxurious services and didn't want to leave the plane.

Martin shook his head. The old man was more than sixty. He also thought about spending the sky, and did not see if his body could hold it.

"Go, you indicate where you should go after leaving the city, and I will let the local Wayne Branch entertain you."

Martin rides on the back of the hoof shadow and greeted the deputy curator.

Seeing the person who came to welcome the Wayne Group, the deputy curator quickly said, "I have prepared the guide, you just follow him."

Martin looked at him for a while, and was speechless.

"Since you are so greedy to enjoy, why not stay in Paris, and run to this poor countryside in South America to suffer?"

The deputy curator said helplessly: "If you want to enjoy it, you have to have capital. I do n’t fight for this, and one step will be raised, or after a few years, I can only live in the rental house, and I am impoverished. Also give them something. "

Although Martin did not agree with this lifestyle, he did not blame anything.

He and the people welcomed by the Wayne Group Branch explained a few words and asked them to take care of the deputy curator.

"Be careful, don't play too much."

Martin reminded him to leave the urban area directly with the guide.

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