Martin Variety in American Comics

"Who are you?"

The guests shocked by the gun turned around and found that only a seven -year -old child was holding the gun, and his mentality changed instantly.

"Whose child? Is it time to make trouble now? Let it open quickly."

"Police! Where is the police? We pay so many taxes each year, that is, let your bunks be standing stand by when the case is happening?"

"Security, security!"

The hall became more chaotic. They did not care about the deceased, but only cared about death on their heads.

Martin covered his ears with one hand, feeling that the flies were buzzing everywhere in his ears. The other hand grasped his pistol, shot directly, and penetrated the most powerful man.

The man has been shouting "security, security", and it is estimated that it is a richest man, but it is not important.

Under the threat of bullets, the audience was quietly quiet, and Dick and Director Gordon, which were crowded by the crowd, covered his forehead and felt helpless about Martin's simple and rude means.

He is a naked discrimination against the rich. When he evacuated passersby in the city center, Martin was not this attitude.

"First, Mr. Wayne entrusted me to take responsibility for this matter, so please cooperate with you."

Martin is very clear that only by maintaining rationality can we spend this night, but watching this group of human -shaped beasts in the suit and leather shoes is hard to be cynical.

Bruce responded to Martin's words, and said, "From now on, Mr. Martin is responsible for everything in the manor until he finds out the murderer."

Bruce said, even if these guests were dissatisfied, they could only stay in place, but they all sideways and did not look at the corpse on the ground.

The scene stabilized, Martin turned to Bruce.

"Don't you check the corpse?" Bruce asked whispered.

"I know who the murderer is, there is no need to check the corpse." Martin's attention was not on the corpse in the living room.

Bruce is puzzled: "Your reasoning today is beyond ordinary people, it is not normal?"

Martin spread his hands and said honestly: "I have magic to cheat, and reasoning is white effort. Those small crows all over the entire manor have always monitored everything around me, and the moment the murderer was locked by me."

He took out a tablet that was linked to the magic and reproduced the scene that the crows standing on the top of the chandelier.

Bruce stared at the screen for two seconds, remembering the banquet's face, pretending to sweep the crowd in front of him, and locked the position of the other party.

He noticed Martin's indifferent expression, and continued to whisper, "You won't sympathize with that serial killer, do you want to let him go?"

"If that killer is awarded the psychology of revenge, then his movement may be guilty, but it is also reasonable."

"But I won't let him go. Since he does this, he must be responsible for his own behavior."

Martin shook his head, the runes on his hands changed, linking the crows on the periphery of the estate.

Under the night cover of the night, a group of people in black surrounded the Wayne Manor silently through the natural asylum of the forest. The other party was silent, and it was difficult to judge their identity with their eyes.

Bruce's doubtful gaze, these accidents were beyond his expectations.

When he turned his eyes to Martin, Martin shook his head: "Maybe these people launch an attack because of the halo on me, but in the final analysis, they still come here because you."

"Why not because of you?"

Bruce recalled his enemy.

"Because except you, no one knows who Martin is!"

Martin's answer is simple and simple, convincing.

Then he said to Bruce: "You take Barbara to start the defense system of Wayne Manor, and the outside things are handed over to me and Dick to deal with it."

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"Don't worry!"

Bruce hasn't spoken yet, Martin knows what he wants to say: "Although I don't see these vampires, they will not use them as cannon fodder."

"With you, I can rest assured."

Bruce nodded to Martin and communicated with Parbara in sign language. The two found their nearest secret door.

"Everyone, I can be sure that Gotham's most famous 'banquet killer' is hidden in you."

Before Martin walked, he directly spoke the news, and the crowd panicked again.

Bruce and Barbara seized the opportunity and rushed directly into the bat cave without no one noticed.

"Quiet!"

Martin yelled, with Bruce's endorsement, these guests did not dare to ignore him.

After the crowd was quiet, Martin began to give an order: "Director Gordon, please bring someone to block the entire manor to prevent the murderer from escaping."

Through the proprietary communication system of the Bat family, Gordon already knew about the situation of the manor. He nodded to Martin and directed his exclusive special police team to start relying on the barrier of the manor to prepare for the war.

"Dick, you and Alfred distinguish everyone in the banquet according to the identity, find different rooms to place it."

Alfred led several credible servants to lead hundreds of people and walked into different rooms.

Dick came to Martin and asked directly, "What do these people do? Do they need to put their security guards in?"

"Let's add the enemy under Gordon's special policemen. The group of security personnel who take money to do money have a fart. Let them listen to Gordon's command and build a defense line outside."

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Martin's words dispelled Dick's concerns and asked him to help Alfred to place these troublesome guests.

"By the way, where is Damian, that brat?"

"I'm here!"

Damian's unhappy voice came from the stairs. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and looked very similar to Bruce.

He was taken down from the tip of the statue's gun by Alfred, so he changed into formal clothes, but he stood out of everyone's sight.

"Come with me, let's go catch someone."

Martin commanded Damian unceremoniously.

Damian crossed his arms, looked "I'm very unhappy", stood on the stairs, looked motionless, but his eyes turned around to show his inner entanglement.

Alas, the bear child is really troublesome!

Martin sighed in his heart and asked directly: "Do you still think you are Bruce's son?"

Damian tilted his head and didn't speak, but this was the answer.

"Since you still want to stay, be straightforward and come with me to catch the banquet killer."

Martin waved his hand, and Damian jumped down from the second floor without any injury.

"I'll state in advance that I'm only interested in the murderer, and you..."

"Blah, blah, blah."

Martin interrupted Damian's arrogant speech: "You are just like your father, you can't say nice things, and you want others to treat you as enemies."

"Let's go."

He led Damian to a side hall with swagger, which was full of employees of the banquet outsourcing company.

Everyone saw them walk into the side hall, guessing that this child who was infinitely trusted by Bruce must have identified the murderer.

"The murderer is not among these people."

Martin grabbed Damian who was eager to try and calmly told him his intention: "Even rabbits will bite when they are anxious, let alone a killer. He is hiding among the guests. Although I don't care about their lives, I promised Bruce that fewer people will die."

He pointed to the window and said to Damian: "Go around from there, can you do it?"

"Just kidding, watch out!"

Damian puffed up his chest and rushed directly to the window.

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