Martin Variety in American Comics

Boom!

The electrocutioner's fist smashed down, and the gathered electric energy instantly melted the steel, leaving two huge fist marks.

But he did not catch Martin.

At the moment he rushed over, Martin bent down and rolled along the ground, got through the gap between his arms and legs, and came behind him.

"Ah!"

The electrocutioner roared, turned his lower body, and swung his arms fiercely behind him. The arc of electricity on the gloves drew a flash of lightning in the air.

Martin stared at the electrocutioner with his eyes, judged his offensive intention, and took a step back before he turned around, just avoiding the fist with electric light.

"It seems that my fighting skills are not rusty."

The electrocutioner was angered by Martin's relaxed expression, and his fists kept swinging up and smashing down like hammers.

The cabin was shaken by his smash, but no effective damage was caused.

Martin is not a steel embryo on an anvil, but a flexible person who can move.

The electrocutioner was so exhausted that he was out of breath, but he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He was sweating and yelling with red eyes: "You can only hide like a woman? Come and fight me head-on like a man!"

"Idiot!" Martin only said two words to express his disdain.

He looked around, and there was no trace of the Penguin in the room.

The hope of getting more information from the Penguin population was completely dashed, which meant that this trip to the ship was in vain.

Martin couldn't help but feel a little irritated in his heart, and immediately stood still, threw away the rifle in his hand, and hooked his finger at the electrocutioner.

"Little brat, I will kill you, then activate your heart and kill you again!"

The electrocutioner's fists collided, and the arc jumped and a large number of electric sparks collapsed, reflecting the hideous face covered with scars.

Martin's mouth drew a mocking smile: "It seems that your mouth is more powerful than your fist!"

"Go to hell!"

The electrocutioner was furious, and he raised the output power of the glove's electricity to the maximum, and strode towards Martin's head.

Smelling the burnt smell of the arc piercing the air, he was very proud, and seemed to appear in front of him the scene of the boy's head shattered and his brain being burnt by the current.

Martin bent his body and easily dodged the electrocutioner's powerful straight punch, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to do a monkey catching the moon.

Crack!

The electrocutioner's little brother, who was not protected by the crotch guard, instantly turned into a pool. The pain that any man could not bear instantly spread throughout his body, directly destroying his perception system, and his brain crashed on the spot. He froze on the spot and turned into an unconscious puppet.

Martin couldn't bear to see the electrocutioner suffer. Before he recovered his perception, he pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger, letting death take away all his pain.

After dealing with the clown electrocutioner, Martin immediately turned around and fired directly at the head of the death knell.

Although Deathstroke's helmet, made of unknown material, blocked direct damage, the shock damage from the bullet's impact still made his head buzz.

Batman seized this opportunity, knocked the steel rod out of Deathstroke's hand, grabbed his wrist and twisted it back, directly removing his arm.

Pain called back Deathstroke's sanity.

He used his remaining left hand to pull the ring of the stun grenade on his waist, and the dazzling light and strong shock instantly swept the entire room.

Martin dodged in time, his ears still had some tinnitus, and there were some double images in front of his eyes. Batman and Deathstroke, who were at the center of the explosion, were directly blown out, and a big hole was smashed in the wall.

But they were all wearing advanced armor, even if they were hit in the face by the stun grenade, they only felt a little uncomfortable, and did not suffer any substantial damage.

Deathstroke was the first to get up, shattered the glass of the cabin, dragged his injured arm, jumped into the sea, and disappeared in the waves.

Martin did not chase the fleeing Deathstroke, but helped Batman up first.

"Go get Deathstroke first. You don't need to worry about my safety." Batman pressed his head with one hand. The sequelae of the stun grenade on his face had not disappeared.

Martin looked at the stubborn Batman and said helplessly: "Compared with Deathstroke, a mercenary who only cares about money, you should be more worried about the escaped Penguin. That fat guy alone can't fight against the entire Gotham. He must have hidden allies."

"Thanks for the reminder!"

Batman recovered quickly. He took a few deep breaths, then gently pushed Martin away and stood up.

He stared at Martin for a while, and after Martin was scared, he asked: "You don't like to participate in such things. You only reason logically. Why did you come out in person this time?"

Martin thought Batman saw something and was shocked.

He breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "That's because someone gave me one million to let me investigate the case. Otherwise, I don't bother to care about you, a stinky and stubborn old guy!"

Batman did not respond, as if he had gotten used to Martin's sarcasm towards him.

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He looked at the room where there were no intact items, and said to Martin: "I, a stinky and stubborn old man, can you do me a favor?"

"It depends!" Martin snapped his fingers.

Batman continued: "I have changed the sailing route of the Last Quote. Help me control the people on board, and when the ship docks, let Gordon take everyone away."

Martin shook his head and didn't agree: "Then, although the people on the ship are all bastards, they also control the economic lifeline of Gotham. You send all these people to prison and release them within an hour. They will not be punished, and Gotham's economy will be affected. It's not worth it!"

As he said, Martin walked outside. It was late at night and he should find a place to sleep.

Batman caught up with Martin. He saw the electrocuted man with a bloody hole in his head. He didn't mention it, but just said: "You also said that those people are bastards. Don't you feel uncomfortable letting them escape punishment like this?"

Martin spread his hands to Batman and said helplessly: "Old man, when you deal with criminals, you have endless strategies. Why are you so slow now?"

He knocked on Batman's breastplate and said with a sly smile: "You are Gotham's Dark Knight, the Shadow of Fear. To those rich people, you are much more terrifying than the police and the law."

Batman is certainly not a fool. He is just used to dividing his identity, and his mind can't turn around for a while. With Martin's reminder, he instantly thought of how to deal with the "guests" invited by the Penguin.

Seeing that Batman was not as stubborn as he imagined, Martin immediately said, "I thought you would make trouble for me because of the death of the electrocutioner. After all, you have a "no-killing principle"!"

Batman's answer was simple: "You are not me, I have no right to ask you to be consistent with my principles!"

Martin nodded and gave Batman a thumbs up.

Then, he felt dizzy for a while, barely stood up, and showed Batman a sunny smile: "See you tomorrow, old Bat. If you still remember me!"

After that, Martin disappeared from the spot, including all the traces left by his actions.

Batman only felt a flash in front of his eyes, always feeling that there were more ideas in his mind that did not belong to him, and he forgot something.

But he couldn't remember it anyway, and the armor system didn't have any records.

He had to keep this matter in mind, deal with the Penguin's guests first, and leave this matter for tomorrow's investigation.

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