Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 12 Fortunately, I came here to find trouble! (Please support meow)

"I should have known that there would be no easy life in Gotham."

Martin drove across the block in one breath before pulling over to the side of the road to catch his breath.

There was no need to worry about Shiva's safety. The burly man in black armor was several heads taller than Shiva, but he was no match for her at all.

Martin was not physically hurt, he was just in a bad mood and his mind was a mess because of this inexplicable morning.

Where did the warriors around Shiva come from?

Who is that burly man in black armor?
What organization do they belong to? Is this organization related to Penguin?

Countless problems were stuck in Martin's head. They kept piling up without being solved. The blood vessels on the edge of his swollen forehead were jumping around, and a dull pain like a needle pricked his nerves.

"Dry!"

Martin clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the steering wheel. He threw all these messy thoughts behind him and picked up the first thing he had to do today - find the Penguin.

That fat guy must know the inside story of this matter. As long as we find him, we can dispel the fog that shrouds Gotham's eternal vortex.

However, he no longer has direct access to Gordon and Batman, so finding the Penguin who is hiding in the big city of Gotham is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

After pondering for a moment, he finally thought of a way. Since he couldn't find the Penguin Man, he would let the Penguin Man come to him.

But he had to make sure of one thing first, so he stepped on the accelerator and drove straight to the dirty and messy bars in the slums.

He found a crowded place and pushed the door open. His clean and tidy clothes stood out among the workers who had just finished their night shift, and no one was willing to approach him.

Martin didn't care, but sat in the corner. The waitress with heavy makeup came over with a notebook:
"What would you like to eat, handsome boy?"

Martin subconsciously glanced at the waitress in front of him and saw that the half of her breast that she deliberately exposed was reflecting the white light, and her thighs wrapped in black stockings were stained with sweat and shone with an oily glow.

Faced with such temptation of the female body, Martin did not react much. In Gotham, prostitution is a semi-public profession, and many women are forced to sell their bodies to make a living due to the pressure of life.

Martin felt nothing but pity for these women who had no alternative but to sell their bodies.

So he pressed a $50 bill on the table, pushed it forward, and said calmly: "Sit down, I want to ask you something, and by the way, treat your sister to breakfast!"

Maybe it's because of the money, or maybe it's because Martin looks very cute and can evoke the maternal love in women.

The waitress put the money in her pocket, quickly brought a regular set meal, sat in the chair opposite Martin, and whispered, "Little brother, I can't guarantee that I can answer all your questions."

Martin picked up the ham sandwich and took a bite. While chewing, he said, "I just arrived in Gotham and want to find a job to make a living. I heard that there are a lot of gangs here, so I asked someone to introduce me to them."

The flow of information is divided by region and level. News on the Internet, television and newspapers is subject to censorship, and social media is mainly based on traffic, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

If you want to get information about the gangs, you can only look for it in such low-level bars and restaurants. A large number of workers and civilians gather here, and it is a gathering place for the exchange of low-level intelligence.

The waitress sighed and advised, "Little brother, listen to your sister's advice and go back to where you came from! Gotham is a hell. It will swallow up everyone who enters the city, leaving nothing behind."

Martin heard endless sadness and bitterness in the woman's words.

Maybe she was once a girl full of dreams, looking forward to a better life, but now she can only sell her body to earn a living.

"Thank you for your concern!"

Martin smiled kindly, as warm as the sun.

"For the sake of money." The waitress sighed and whispered, "Recently, all the gangs in Gotham are recruiting people. Young people like you are the most popular. No one will refuse you."

Martin nodded and asked casually, "Is Penguin's gang also recruiting people? Didn't they just have a boat seized last night?"

The waitress waved her hand. "It's no use. The boat had already been sailed away in the early morning. Everyone at the port knows about it."

"Oh, someone is calling me. Little brother, listen to your sister's advice and leave Gotham immediately. Don't get involved in this mess."

Martin nodded with a smile, but what he was thinking about was how to lure the Penguin to show up.

In fact, the easiest way is to take away the Penguin’s territory. No matter how patient that fat guy is, he won’t be able to hide any longer.

Territory is the lifeblood of a gang. Without territory, there is no money. Without money, there is no way to support people. Without people, there is no way to survive and they can only wait to die.

But doing so would take time. Martin didn't know what identity he would have tomorrow, let alone what adventures he would experience, so it would be best to finish this task today.

Thinking of this, he swallowed the sandwich and coffee, left the money for the meal, left the bar, and drove to the Bingfeng Hotel.

The Ice Peak Hotel is the Penguin Man’s real nest and the place where he made his fortune. Even in the early morning, it is still filled with flowers and lights, and is extremely gorgeous.

Countless luxury cars were coming in and out of the hotel, and the sedan Martin was driving looked like an ugly duckling in front of those cars.

But he drove this ugly duckling right in front of the Bingfeng Hotel and deliberately blocked the entrance to the hotel, directly blocking the luxury cars from moving forward or backward.

"Where did you come from, you bumpkin? This is the Bingfeng Hotel. Move your junk away immediately, or I'll make you pay."

Although the security guards of Bingfeng Hotel changed into bright and beautiful suits, this suit did not change their street thug style.

Before Martin could react, the other party pulled out a gun and pointed it against the car window, forcing him to open the door.

He obeyed, but only slowly lowered the window.

When the car window was just wide enough for a person's arm to pass through, Martin suddenly grabbed the car door and pushed it forward, trapping the security guard's arm, then kicked the car door with his foot.

Click!

The sound of broken bones was heard, and the security guard pressed the car door with his uninjured hand, knelt on the ground and screamed loudly.

Martin caught the dropped pistol, pulled the trigger, and shot through both of the security guard's legs.

"Luckily, I came here on purpose to cause trouble. If it were anyone else, you would have killed me long ago."

The gunshot attracted everyone's attention. More than a dozen security guards rushed out of the hotel in an instant, surrounded the door, and pointed at Martin from several different directions.

"Hey, I'm here to apply for the Penguin guy's job. Can any kind soul tell me where he is, or give him a call?"

Martin threw the pistol to the ground and made a phone call gesture.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Can you meet Mr. Cobert whenever you want?"

"Get out of here!"

Martin watched as more and more people came out of the hotel, and more importantly, as more and more people were outside the hotel.

The people of Gotham enjoyed watching the fun, and even though they had fired their guns, they still stood where they were, with no intention of leaving.

"Well, it looks like I have to show off my strength!"

After saying that, Martin kicked his feet and disappeared on the spot with his powerful explosive force.

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