Martin Variety in American Comics

Alverd is responsible for the banquet, of course, including members attending the banquet.

Hearing Martin's need, he immediately took out a list.

Perhaps it was the reason why this ancient manor that was shrouded in the silent year, and Alverd became more vibrant.

Martin looked at the guest list of the banquet, and the old housekeeper explained: "A total of 300 people who were invited to attend the banquet. Each of their assets started at least 10 million US dollars. The number of people at the banquet has a total of 632 people. "

"So many people?"

Martin was very surprised that he did not expect that Gotham's rich man had so much.

"No wonder people say that killing poverty does not kill the rich. Gotham has been in chaos for decades, and there are still so many wealthy people. It can be seen that the oil and water on the Gotham people are still sufficient."

"You are still more cute when you were just lively. Now this yin and yang strange look is really annoying."

Dick stabbed him behind Martin and whispered.

"Just Gotham's broken place, Lao Tzu is just a rogue."

Martin combined the guest list, and did not go to see it at all, so he put it back to the old housekeeper.

Gotham is a microcosm of the United States' leading order in a sense.

The wealthy businessmen in the city center are the first world. They suck the blood of Gotham to maintain their wealthy life, constantly create crisis, and continue to run the order in the continuous swinging.

These villains are the second world. They grow up by this continuous collapse and rebirth order, and use this to confront people in the city center.

And Gotham's ordinary people are the third world. They have no identity, no names, and are only summarized by the three words "ordinary people" in general.

"Where is Bruce?"

"Master Bruce is talking to several partners of the Wayne Group."

"Then don't bother him anymore."

Martin suddenly remembered Damian, who was hung on the stone statue, and informed Alfrad the matter, and warned him: "Before the banquet begins, let the boy down, don't get used to him too much."

Alverd has no time to care about all the affairs of the banquet, and he can only stop temporarily.

After the old housekeeper left, Martin took a bunch of food from the self -service area and nestled into his mouth like a hamster in the corner.

Dick was a little wondering. What Martin was doing, but after a while he reacted: "Are you going to sit at the banquet killer, and then find out the murderer?"

"What is this called?"

Martin was unhappy at once: "The task of protecting these people is originally you, what does it have to do with me?"

Looking at Martin's reunion, Dick was helpless.

Barbara was called away by Director Gordon, who had just arrived, and he couldn't say Martin, and it was absolutely impossible for Martin to do anything.

"Brother, now when you are not playing with your temper, those who attend this banquet have identity. If you die, you will make a lot of public opinion storms."

Dick's scalp was numb, and he didn't expect Martin to come suddenly.

Suddenly it is wrong, his principles have always been clear.

Martin said indifferently: "Death will die! Good people who are in Gotham's two legs are hard to find, and there are no bastards without conscience everywhere. Death one tonight, there will be more supplements tomorrow morning."

Dick's eyes widened, of course he did not accept such a truth.

As martin, he was about to fight with Martin, and a group of men and women, 20 or thirty years old, came around and began to closer the relationship with Dick.

Prior to the Gotham Center, Dick was not welcomed by the young ladies and ladies of Gotham, because he was not Bruce's son, and ran to Brui Hewen as an ordinary police officer.

In order to prevent Talia from using his son to control the Wayne Group, Dick stood out and received the support of a considerable number of senior executives. Even if the news of Bruce's biological son returned, no one cared.

"goodbye!"

Martin waved his hand, smirked Dick, who was surrounded by the so -called "humanity".

Then he continued to stay in the corner, took out a tablet, and jumped out of a crow on his palm.

"It's troublesome, help me pay attention to the surroundings of this manor!"

As animals with a high appearance rate among the gods, the most important responsibilities are monitoring and communication. In the myth of the American Aboriginal people, the crow also serves as such a responsibility.

"I want to drink!"

The crow gave himself his mouth with his mouth, and when he talked about wine, the whole bird's eyes were on.

"What kind of wine do you drink!"

Tucao returned to Tucao, but Martin agreed.

Anyway, there is a big dog of Bruce, and the matter is over, and the local tyrants are directly hit.

"quack!"

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

The crow waved his wings with excitement, split into a small crow, and flew to the entire manor. The scarlet eyes stared at every corner of the manor. Everything they saw was presented in the tablet in Martin's hands.

Ordinary people can't see this scene. Even if they are trillions of wealthy people, they can't see crows and they can't perceive the danger of upcoming.

They chatted and laughed about the world, and a few words determined the direction of the flow of a large amount of capital, as if the world was peaceful and everything became illusory in the dreamy music.

Bruce, who was dealing with a group of old guys, heard the music coming from downstairs, and his heart jumped, as if his heart was grabbed by something.

He quickly sent away these vampires who wanted to make a fortune from the downtown reconstruction plan, saying that these could wait until tomorrow.

"Please leave, there is another banquet waiting for us!"

Bruce's tone suddenly became cold, and the old man did not dare to talk about his status and status anymore, and left the office in disgrace.

After the office was empty, he untied his tie irritably and wanted to pour himself a glass of wine, but saw an illusory crow lying on the windowsill, with only a pair of red eyes left under the night.

"Martin?"

"It's about to start. Bruce, get ready!"

Bruce was startled and rushed out of the office quickly, thinking of rushing to the first floor.

But just as he approached the stairs, the whole manor suddenly lost power, all the lights went out, and the dreamy banquet was instantly swallowed up by the cold darkness.

Among the elites who came to the banquet, only a few could remain calm, and the rest ran around and shouted in panic, using their own fear to cause greater fear.

Bruce stood still and did not enter the first floor, so as not to be swept up by the chaos.

There were generators everywhere in Wayne Manor. No matter who destroyed the power, it was impossible to destroy all the generators in an instant.

The next moment, the damaged power was restored, and Wayne Manor became brightly lit again.

Under the lights, the hall was in chaos. Many of the guests' female relatives fell to the ground. Their clothes, which looked good but were useless, were torn apart in the shoving, and they were also pushed down, and some people even had their hands and feet broken.

In the center of all the guests, a wealthy middle-aged man was pierced through the neck by a dagger. He covered his neck with his hands and fell to the ground. The blood spurting from the artery wet the entire floor, forming a small pool of blood.

The guests screamed and tried to rush out the door.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

"Shut up, or I'll shoot him in the head with the next bullet!"

Three gunshots shocked everyone in the living room with even greater fear.

Three more! I'll rush again tomorrow! Please forgive me