Martin Variety in American Comics

"Where do you want to fight?"

Martin did not have a long time to entangle each other.

He reached out and grabbed, and the power of death emerged from the palm of the palm in the shape of the shadow, and began to slowly form a long -handed sickle shape.

The devil who was forcibly caught by Lucifer felt that it was wrong at this moment. His eyes that had only one seam left turned around, and then retracted two steps.

"The great master, I suddenly remembered that there were still things at home, and this helmet was given to you. As for the duel, let's talk about it all day!"

The devil is not stupid, and now he has understood that he is in a difficult game that is difficult to crack.

He has no way to go, and can only ask Lucifer behind him. He hopes that the king of hell to see himself can put himself in a horse.

But he still overestimated Lucifer's emphasis on the devil in hell.

There was no sympathy in the eyes of the king of hell, and he didn't care whether the demon was dead or alive.

"Don't spend your strength!"

Martin held his long -handed sickle with both hands, and the shadow of death covered his body. Like the death of the death in myths and legends, he made the last sound of life to this demon.

"Wait, I still know the whereabouts of that woman."

The devil couldn't feel the death atmosphere emitted by humans in front of him. His legs fell softened on the ground and begged for mercy.

"You want to find three magic weapons, I know the last one. I don't want to pay any remuneration, and don't make any promise. As long as you give me a chance to escape, it's just a chance."

"It sounds like I don't seem to lose, but you are not credible!"

Martin waved the sickle in his hand gently, leaving a trace of pale purple in the air, falling against the devil. Although it quickly dispersed, it gave the other party a lot of pressure.

"The situation is stronger than people. Now you hold my life in your hands. I don't have any tricks to play with you."

Seeing that Martin was shaken, he quickly showed weakness. He is now really gone with the fighting of the opponent.

Not to mention the two gods, Lucifer and Murphus, are standing next to this human beings. The death force in his hand alone cannot ignore his authority.

"In this case, let's see what you can say, and then I decide how to deal with you!"

Martin did not give a clear commitment, but the blade was in front, and the demon obviously had no choice.

The big tumor above his head shaking and shaking, and said fate, "That woman replaced a amulet from my hands with a helmet. I started to be satisfied with this transaction, but gradually I wanted to put the other two magic weapons. It is also included.

So I used the amulet to start monitoring that woman. For many years, she has been staying in the United States for many years. She has made a lot of money by my amulet and put her son in the laboratory. "

"Say the point!"

Martin knocked the floor with a sickle and made a harsh sound.

He does not need to listen to the woman who stole the magic weapon how miserable this life is, and no matter how miserable, he will not be miserable.

"The woman's son was called John Di. When he was very young, he showed the ability to control dreams, and was then put into a mental hospital.

After an adult, he fled from the inside, began to use this ability to kill people everywhere, and gave himself a nickname called "Dr. Destiny". The ruby ​​you are looking for is also in the hands of that person. "

"It was him!"

Martin immediately remembered Destiny's information.

The first crime of this person dragged the workers of Gotham Brewery into the dream and tortured those workers with all means.

Batman took the opponent with his strong willpower and fear of poisonous gas, and finally put it in the Akham Madage.

In the following years, although Dr. Destiny often came out to kill, he was a little trouble compared to these lunatics of clown.

Because he was killed for killing, he was won by Batman every time, but he did not show any extraordinary ability.

But this is not a strange thing, Murphyis obviously sets up some obstacles to his magic weapon, and not anyone can use it casually.

"Very good, this intelligence is indeed what I need."

Martin is a person who keeps promise. Since this devil gives useful information, he doesn't mind giving each other a chance.

He reached out and lifted the other party from the ground, pointed at the door and said, "I now give you a chance to escape and give you 30 seconds to escape. I don't care about what method you use or means within 30 seconds.

But as soon as time passes, I will start chasing. At that time, if you can't escape my attack, it is no wonder that others can only blame you to have nothing to do. "

"Thirty seconds? Is it too short, do you add some time?"

The devil listened to Martin, and the face was green like eating bitter gourd.

Martin shook his head decisively: "I can give you 30 seconds. It's not bad. You are not a good person, cherish this opportunity, don't bargain anymore."

"start!"

Martin shouted that the devil didn't want to think about it, and a smoke disappeared into the light.

Within three seconds, he changed three ways to escape, and he left the street instantly, silent, and did not cause any great movement.

"You really let him go like this?"

Lucifer frowned at Martin, not expecting him to be such a kind-hearted person.

"Of course not. Even if we don't count the crime of hiding the Morpheus artifact, this guy is still guilty of many sins. Of course, it is impossible to let him escape easily."

Martin tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Lucifer, saying, "I just gave him hope first, and then took it away. In this way, he will feel real pain when he dies, not relief."

"Do me a favor and write the real name of the devil on this piece of paper."

"No problem!"

Lucifer agreed immediately, took out a pen from his suit pocket, and wrote down a series of devil words.

Martin took the note, looked at the name with burn marks around the strokes, and shook his head.

Demons are demons, and even a name falling on paper will have such a special movement.

Thirty seconds will soon be up.

Martin counted silently in his heart, wrapped the note with the real name of the devil around the longevity sickle summoned by the power of death, and then threw it forward with force.

Swish!

The slender sickle instantly disappeared into the air, leaving no trace, but Lucifer and Morpheus knew that the demon was definitely dead.

At this moment, the demon, who didn't know that he had been completely sold out, was still desperately trying to escape. He hid in the shadows, using the pedestrians on the streets of Los Angeles as his shield, and kept jumping and changing positions.

"I need to go back to hell immediately. Only there can I survive. No matter who that human is, his power can't cross the barrier between hell and the human world."

The demon kept cheering himself up in his heart, compressing his body into a microscopic form, and kept jumping, trying to find a gap to return to hell.

Maybe what he lacked was not a way to escape back to hell, but time.

Thirty seconds must be extremely short. It is absolutely impossible to set up a ritual to hell in such a short time.

The demon counted the time in his heart, and the sound of the second hand of a clock seemed to ring in his ears. The tumor on his head continued to swell, and the footsteps of death seemed to have appeared beside him.

He hid in the shadows and looked around. People were coming and going on the street, but not many people could be used by him.

The souls of people living in the sun were what the devil desired, but he needed to be cautious and tempted them step by step to achieve his ultimate goal.

The devil didn't have time for that now, so he left the street and rushed into the alleys, where he found homeless people who made a living by begging.

There were too many people who had to wander the streets because of bankruptcy, drug abuse, mental disorder, etc., and they were too ignored.

American society has implicit discrimination against these people. Once they are on the streets, it is almost like a dream to turn over again.

Under normal circumstances, so-called citizens will not pay attention to these indecent guys.

So they can only live in the dark corners of the city, lingering and living without dignity.

"This is a group of pitiful people. What's the point of living like you?"

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The demon jumped into a descending path through the shadows, grinning at those people who had become zombies because of drug abuse.

"Instead of wasting your lives like this, why don't you give up your souls, do a good deed, and help me return to hell."

The demon jumped out of the shadows and showed his human body. The homeless people in the alley had no reaction.

These poor people were either tortured by drugs and had no ability to think, or they were so hungry that they could only lie on the ground to save energy.

Bang!

The demon spoke high-sounding words, but he was merciless when he started to fight.

The tumor on his head exploded, spraying out streams of smelly green venom, like raindrops, flying everywhere, falling on those people, instantly corroding the flesh and flesh into a big hole, revealing the white bones.

These homeless people, who were originally only half-lived, instantly took their last breath again. Their sin-ridden souls left their bodies and were swallowed by the demons.

The body of the homeless man was corroded by the poison, leaving only a pile of bones, but the demon still did not let it go and used it as a spellcasting material.

"Ugh!"

The demon opened his mouth and spit out a mess of filth, emitting a foul smell that fell among the bones, forming a downward green vortex.

He did not hesitate at all and jumped directly into the vortex the moment it formed.

A few seconds later, the demon landed on the hot ground of hell with his feet. He smelled the pungent odor and the sound of the wind full of wailing and screaming in the air, and couldn't help laughing.

"Humans are humans, with a narrow vision. They actually gave me a chance to escape."

"Humph, I don't believe that Lucifer and Morpheus will always stay by your side. When you are alone, it will be me..."

The demon felt a chill on his neck before he finished speaking.

Then he saw his round body fall backwards, and a sharp sickle flew past and slowly disappeared in the air.

"Is my body so fat?"

The demon never figured out how he died until he died. He could only stare with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see something.

"That demon is dead!"

Martin could sense his own power. Even in hell, the sickle that flew out still chopped off the demon's head through the connection of the real name.

"You humans like to play such boring games instead of seeking the farthest."

Lucifer complained bitterly about Martin's behavior.

Martin rolled his eyes and retorted: "There are so many bad things that happened in your bar, how can you have the face to talk about mine? And the relationship between you and that female detective..."

"Stop, please do not disturb my privacy."

Lucifer did not want to talk about such things in front of Morpheus.

"Devil, you have solved it. You can also take back the helmet, and you also know the whereabouts of the gem."

Lucifer waved his hand and began to drive people away: "The things have been taken, and the purpose has been achieved, so hurry up and leave! Don't bother me in the future."

"Don't worry, anything that has anything to do with you will definitely be a big deal."

Martin didn't want to provoke Lucifer, and reminded him: "If you have a conflict with your brothers in the future, go outside the earth to fight."

Lucifer shook his head: "This is not up to me to decide. I want to retire now, and it is my brothers who are unwilling to let me go."

Martin didn't continue this topic. The affairs of God's family are simple to say, but these masters are not easy to deal with. No matter how simple the matter is, it becomes complicated for them.

"Let's go!"

Martin and Lucifer waved goodbye.

Morpheus took back his helmet, in a good mood, and forced a smile to Lucifer, his old enemy.

Lucifer sent the two out of his bar, but this was also a side job.

Because he still remembered what he promised Detective Chloe, to help her solve a recent case.

So, they parted ways at the door of the bar.

Lucifer stepped on the accelerator and drove his somewhat retro car to find the beautiful detective.

"There is only one last gem left. As long as we find it back, everything will be over."

Morpheus was a little excited. The mistake that had been forced to last for a hundred years was solved. He was a little difficult to control himself.

"I will notify the Justice League and ask them to pay attention to Dr. Destiny. You escaped from captivity, and the nightmare must have felt it. In order to prevent you from recovering quickly, the nightmare will definitely seduce the woman who stole the magic weapon."

"If you alert the snake, the nightmare will move, and the woman will also move. She will never give up her son."

Martin is not worried about the woman who stole the magic weapon, nor is he worried about the murderous nightmare. He is worried about Dr. Destiny.

"Morpheus, do you think a child born from a woman who has long been in contact with three magical instruments will have some special abilities?"

Morpheus immediately understood his concerns: "Are you worried that Dr. Destiny can use my magical instruments?"

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