Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin pointed his cane at the ground, and everyone in the car fell to the ground as if they were carrying a heavy burden, with their faces pressed tightly against the cold car body, unable to even lift their heads.

"Where did this bastard come from? I'm freezing to death, ah-choo... It's so cold, I want to sleep..."

Killer Croc was stubborn, and he supported himself on the floor with both hands, trying to stand up against the invisible pressure.

But the harder he resisted, the greater the invisible pressure on his body, and the cold enveloped him from all directions, stimulating his hibernation attribute as a cold-blooded animal.

This stubborn big guy shouted a few times, and then there was no movement, and a snoring sound like a drum came out of his mouth.

The sly guys like Death Shooter did not move on the surface, but their eyes were all on Killer Croc.

When they saw that Killer Croc, a big guy with thick skin and flesh, could not break through the invisible pressure that suddenly fell, they stopped resisting and lay down obediently.

Squeak!

The car door was opened a crack.

Everyone looked over, but only a hand stretched out from the gap, grabbed Nightwing, dragged him out directly, and then closed the car door tightly.

"Ma..."

Martin put his finger in front of his lips and made a silent gesture.

Nightwing recognized Martin, quickly put down the short stick in his hand, and said in a low voice: "It turned out to be you! So mysterious, it really looks like a wizard."

"I don't have time to joke with you."

Martin knocked away Nightwing's hand that was grabbing his hat and said to him: "Listen to me next, if you have any questions, ask Barbara."

"This morning, I raided a base of the Court of Owls. But in order to stop me from continuing to track, they secretly fueled the Assassin's League's actions that would destroy Gotham."

"Court of Owls?" Nightwing widened his eyes and felt it was very absurd.

Martin raised his hand to stop him from speaking, saying:

"I will deal with the troublemakers in the city. You take people to follow Barbara's command and rescue Bruce."

"I understand. I will rescue Bruce before 0 o'clock."

Although Nightwing's mind was full of question marks, he suppressed his instinctive reaction.

It has been less than 48 hours since Bruce was captured. Not only has Gotham become a mess, but there have also been disagreements within the Wayne Group.

A considerable number of managers have long wanted to stop staying in Gotham.

International financial groups such as the Wayne Group have very strong vitality. No matter in which country, as long as they take root, they can sprout.

During the ten years that Bruce Wayne traveled, Alfred, as the guardian designated by the Waynes and their husbands, suppressed the faction that wanted to take away the Wayne Group headquarters.

After Bruce returned, as the legitimate heir of the group, he led the group to grow bigger and stronger in Gotham, and no one mentioned this matter again.

But now, Bruce has been kidnapped, and the group's executives feel sad for the loss of the rabbit and the fox, and once again ask the group to move out of Gotham.

Alfred has lost his guardian status, and as a butler, he has no right to speak at such a meeting.

Nightwing, also known as Dick Grayson, is Bruce's publicly adopted son and heir, but he has not appeared in the company for many years and his prestige is not enough.

If Bruce is not rescued, the madmen in Arkham will make trouble, which is a small matter. They are nothing more than beating and smashing, and at most they will break the branches of the big tree.

But once the Wayne Group moves away, Gotham will lose this life-saving infusion bottle, and the city will be truly finished.

"Take action now, go!"

Martin patted Nightwing's shoulder, took out a few pieces of parchment, and drew a few symbols on the parchment with a feather pen.

"Time is urgent. The protective and buffing spells I drew temporarily are only valid for one day. Please use them carefully."

Nightwing took the parchment, stuffed it into his belt, and said confidently: "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this little thing for you. After rescuing Bruce this time, I will definitely laugh at him."

Martin looked at Nightwing who was burned by the fireflies and was still quarreling with Bruce, and he was speechless.

"Forget it, just be careful. Don't forget who your opponent is this time. Don't let Bruce fail to be rescued and then you get yourself involved."

Thinking of Arkham Knight, Nightwing became serious: "Don't worry, I'm ready to deal with him."

He turned his head to look at the car full of mercenaries, and whispered to Martin: "Go ahead, I'll take these guys to search for suspicious places in Gotham right away."

Martin nodded, turned around and walked a few steps, then turned his head to Nightwing and said: "You have to think of an excuse to save Bruce in advance. If it's exposed again this time, I can't cover it up for you anymore."

"I know, why are you so nagging, like an old woman."

Nightwing complained, quickly opened the car door and hid in the car.

Dong!

"Ouch!"

Nightwing's head was hit by a cane, and Martin's voice rang in his ears: "You ungrateful guy, I kindly reminded you, but you dare to complain about me."

"I can't afford to offend you, I can't afford to offend you!"

Nightwing touched the sore spot on his head, started the engine and stepped on the accelerator, and hurried away.

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Martin sent Nightwing away with a fuss and came to the firefly's body.

He opened the metal mask, and a puff of hot air came out. His body turned into a big piece of cooked meat, emitting an unpleasant smell.

But the face that was licked by the flames and was unrecognizable still maintained a hideous smile.

This guy who was obsessed with fire all his life eventually died in the fire he pursued. Although his death was very tragic, but...

"Alas, I don't know what he was thinking at the last moment of his life, whether he got the satisfaction he pursued."

Martin used his cane to scratch the armor of the firefly, and the armor parts fell off one after another, revealing the roasted corpse.

"How sad it is that a lifetime of satisfaction can only be obtained from pain!"

He sighed, and the cane emitted a pale green light, shining on the body of the firefly.

The body covered by the light quickly decomposed and turned into particles that were difficult to see with the naked eye, and was blown away by the wind mixed with unspeakable smell in Gotham.

"Alfred, this is Martin, please do me a favor."

After solving the firefly's body, Martin contacted the old butler who was busy dealing with Wayne Group executives.

"Mr. Martin, please speak!"

Alfred tried his best to control his breathing, but Martin still heard that his breathing was a little disordered.

Those executives all hold a lot of resources, and each of them is no worse than the Penguin. It is not easy for Alfred to deal with them.

Martin did not greet him and said directly: "I would like to ask you to increase my bounty on the dark web, the higher the better."

"If you do this, many people will target you." Alfred was very surprised.

Martin answered confidently: "I am not afraid of them coming, I am afraid that they will not come. This will buy time for Barbara and Dick."

"I will do it now!"

The old housekeeper immediately understood Martin's intention.

After Martin hung up the call, he went to the TV station and asked them to release a news.

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