Martin Variety in American Comics

"Clark, you must be careful. If something happens, let Mr. Martin go forward, and you just hide behind."

Louise cares about Clark's safety.

"Thank you for your concern!"

Clark felt the concern of his admirer, and sent Louise away with a silly smile.

Pah!

Martin slapped Clark on the back of his head, pulling him out of his joy.

"Why did you hit me?" Clark touched his head and complained to Martin a little.

Martin rolled his eyes and threw it over directly: "I took the trouble to match you two, and you two framed me like this. Who else should I hit if not you?"

"I will definitely treat you to a meal later and thank you for your help."

Clark no longer concealed his feelings for Louise.

Or rather, he has always been the only one pretending to have no feelings for Louise.

"Let's talk business. I guess even if we raid the laboratory now, we may not be able to get useful evidence."

Martin put his arm around Clark's shoulders and told him his speculation.

"Why?" Clark blurted out without moving his head.

"Why? Can't you use your brain?"

Martin resisted the urge to vomit blood and guided Clark, who habitually went offline when someone was around, to start thinking.

"The person behind the scenes dare not use dirty tricks against Louise, so from which legal angle can we deal a fatal blow to her?"

"For journalists, credibility is everything. If Louise's investigation is characterized as forged, she will not be able to continue to mix in the news industry in the future."

Clark gave the answer instantly.

Martin continued to guide him to think further: "Then what will happen to make Louise be characterized as forged evidence?"

"We have no evidence, only a Joshua who is being used. As long as the opponent clears the laboratory in time, Louise's accusation will become a false accusation."

Clark clapped his hands fiercely, took off his coat, revealing a huge "S" symbol, took off his glasses, and turned into Superman.

Martin didn't think he could find anything valuable now.

Even if their opponents were real idiots, they couldn't be so stupid as to run over and provoke them directly when they had a handle in the hands of others.

He did not say these speculations, but turned into Martin Superman and flew to the outskirts of Metropolis with Clark.

The two flew to the suburbs in the opposite direction of Gotham in a few seconds, and landed on a smelly and purple river.

Martin looked around, and there were no insects chirping in the trees on both sides of the river, and no one could be seen on the tourist trail built along the river, and the town near the river was not very popular.

"I really don't understand what these people are thinking. If they really want to save money on sewage treatment, they can just open the factory in Gotham!

Anyway, the rivers in Gotham have turned black one by one, and there is no need to discharge sewage through hidden pipes. It just pours out directly, and no one will care."

"What kind of place is Gotham? No one cares about this kind of thing?"

Clark opened his mouth in surprise, not knowing how to respond to this sentence.

Although he came from rural Kansas, the countryside was not as chaotic as Gotham.

Before coming to Metropolis, he traveled around the world, but the degree of chaos in those places could not be compared with Gotham.

"Gotham is indeed in chaos. In the eyes of some people, it is not much different from hell on earth. But many people in Gotham can't even maintain their daily three meals a day. What can you expect from them?"

Martin flew in the air and looked along the traces of pollution. He soon found the dark pipes that discharged pollution, and then found the laboratory hidden underground along the dark pipes.

All the hiding done by the other party was no different from transparent glass in Martin's perspective eyes. He easily saw those who were transporting various equipment and experimental materials.

"Why can't I see the situation in the laboratory?"

Clark followed the direction indicated by Martin, and his perspective eyes encountered obstacles and were blocked by the walls of the laboratory.

"The walls of this laboratory should be mixed with lead. Luther, the cunning guy, has been guarding against you since early in the morning."

Martin's words made Clark frown. In the past two years, a considerable number of the criminals he met were supported by Luther behind the scenes.

It's just that he couldn't get evidence and couldn't prove the relationship between those criminals and the Luther Group, and he couldn't do anything about the bald man.

He said in a deep voice: "I should have guessed that these laboratories are related to Luther. In Metropolis, only that pervert who claims to be a genius, who has the financial resources but no conscience, would do such a thing."

"Let me correct you. Luther is not the only one who has no conscience."

Martin also hates Luther, an extremely elitist guy.

He came to the top of the laboratory, his eyes shot out orange-yellow heat vision, instantly piercing through the soil layer more than ten meters thick, turning in the air, drawing a circle, and punching down with his fist, directly punching a tunnel.

"Let's go!"

Martin waved to Clark and rushed into the laboratory first.

Clark looked around and hurriedly followed.

...

"Hurry up, hurry up, your salary is all in vain, and you move as slow as a snail. Do you want to go to jail?"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

Dr. Debby Donovan, the head of the laboratory, urged his subordinates to move everything in the laboratory as soon as possible, while also complaining about his boss in his heart.

He had reported to Luther countless times that the laboratory's filtration system needed to be updated, but Luther only thought about efficiency, results and secrecy, and didn't care about these things at all.

Now that there was a problem, Luther pushed all the responsibility onto his subordinates, forcing Dr. Donovan to clear the entire laboratory within a few hours.

Is this something a human can do?

Dr. Donovan cursed his boss in his heart and urged his subordinates to speed up their actions.

Boom!

The whole laboratory suddenly shook, and Dr. Donovan stopped abruptly when he saw the orange-yellow rays appear in front of him.

Then, a tunnel was opened above the laboratory.

"It seems that everyone is busy moving. Is there anything we can help with?"

"Yes, although we are not scientists, we are still strong."

Hearing the two joking voices, Dr. Donovan's heart sank to the bottom. He looked at the two figures floating in front of him and said in a trembling voice:

"Superman, and two Supermen?"

"Yes, two Supermen!"

Martin stared at the man in front of him. He just heard the voice of this guy commanding others.

"So if you are really smart, you'd better stop what you are doing. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

Clang!

The employees who were originally working hard like worker ants to move laboratory parts directly threw away the things in their hands.

They didn't want to go to this broken class for a long time.

"Very good!"

Martin nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and said: "Superman, you keep an eye on the others. Dr. Donovan, please take me to your office and let me appreciate your masterpiece, how about it?"

"I don't think I have the right to refuse."

Dr. Donovan took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat that kept oozing out of his half-bald head.

He was very nervous, but for his own sake.

After making sure that he couldn't escape, he didn't intend to keep Luther's secret at all. He turned around tremblingly and took Martin to his office.

Children, I'm alive again! I slept all day yesterday and felt so uncomfortable.

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