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Chapter 140: Extreme Warrior Martin (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
"Just take him away! I'm not from the government, so I can't control him!"

Martin spread his hands, indicating that he had done enough and now it was time to start.

He said to Louise: "If you really want Luther to never recover, you should go to your father now. In order to compete for the assets of the Luther Group, they are definitely willing to kill Luther completely."

When it comes to the military, Louise frowned, as if she didn't want to have anything to do with military personnel.

"My father's colleagues, they are really"

Martin sat down on the sofa and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that a big reporter like you would have a mysophobia."

"I'm not a germaphobe." Louise emphasized solemnly: "Don't you know what those people do in private?"

"Everyone on this planet knows that Laomei is a pile of stinky shit. Wherever we go, we'll turn it into a cesspool!"

Martin waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "But this has nothing to do with you. No matter how much trouble your father and his men make, they can never attack the mainland. But the one who took Luther away is a spy organization that doesn't care about anything. In the case of insufficient strength, the only thing we can do is to choose the lesser of two evils."

"Big reporter, you are not a child. The pursuit of purity comes at a price. I don't need to repeat it again!"

Louise shook her head: "Of course I understand the reason, but this time I asked my father for help, and next time he will ask me to do something."

"You're overthinking it."

Martin bluntly hit them: "You are a reporter, how loud can your voice be?"

This is cruel and realistic.

Although Louise didn't want to admit it, it was true.

Although she was a famous journalist who won the Pulitzer Prize, she was no different from ordinary people when facing the huge military.

but.

Louise's eyes lit up and she turned to look at Martin, as if she saw some hope of breaking the deadlock in him.

"Don't think about it!"

Martin simply raised his hand and drew a cross.

"You say no before I even open my mouth?" Louise refused to give up.

"Don't you just want to ask Bruce for help through me?"

Martin leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "My answer is just two words, no. Bruce is my friend, not my son. I can ask him for help with simple matters, but I can't ask for help with major matters involving the military and secret service organizations."

Martin wanted to be reserved, but Louise was not going to be polite: "Then give me his contact information and I'll go talk to him myself."

"I really don't understand, is it harder to ask Bruce, a stranger, than to ask your father?"

Martin shook his head and contacted Bruce first to explain the matter.

"It's okay, please ask Ms. Ryan and Mr. Kent to come to Gotham to find me!"

Martin glanced at his phone and replied helplessly: "Have you investigated them?"

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After a long while, the person on the other end of the screen finally replied with a "yes".

"I knew it."

Martin wailed in his heart, rolled his eyes, and replied to Bruce: "This is a disease, brother! You are always suspicious of others and investigating others. You are really sick."

"If you act like this, how can I introduce other friends to you in the future?"

Bruce didn't answer. No matter how Martin prodded him, he just played dead and didn't reply.

"Who are these people!"

Martin complained and couldn't help but yawn.

He gave Louise Bruce's contact information: "Go to Gotham by yourself tomorrow. Bruce should be able to help."

"What about you?" Louise asked puzzled.

"I don't know where I'll be tomorrow!"

Martin was getting more and more sleepy, and he said incoherently: "Let Clark tell you the whole story! I want to..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell asleep leaning against the sofa.

Louise wanted to wake Martin up and ask him something, but everything around her was like a mirage and Martin sleeping on the sofa seemed out of reach.

Then, the memories in her mind began to blur.

When Martin disappeared, Louise completely forgot that she had ever seen such a person. She picked up the bowl and continued to feed Clark. "Clark, you worked really hard to deal with that monster today."

"My goodness!"

Clark watched this scene happen in front of him, and quickly searched the news, and found that all the reports about the 'two Supermen' had turned into just him, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Even though he had read tens of thousands of years of Krypton's history, nothing was as shocking as this scene.

Clark took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and told Lois about Martin.

Then, there were two people exclaiming in disbelief.

……

so hard!

The first feeling Martin had when he woke up was that he felt like he was sleeping on an iron plate, which hurt his waist.

He reached out his hand to his chest, but what he felt was not flesh, but cold steel and an eagle-shaped badge.

He sniffed and smelled a familiar fragrance, which seemed to be some kind of sandalwood. After inhaling it into his abdomen, he felt a lot more awake.

"This smell is so familiar, I seem to have smelled it somewhere before?"

"Shit, it's the sandalwood used by those perverts of the Mechanicus!"

'Shit, am I back in that cesspool of the Warhammer world?'

Martin was suddenly awakened.

He sat up from the bed and knocked hard on the wall, and the light in the room came on.

The light illuminated the room, and there was nothing else but a desk, a row of bookshelves, a shelf full of weapons, and a bed.

The most eye-catching things in the room are the two logos hanging on the wall, one is an inverted blue Omega logo wrapped in wheat ears, and the other is a red sun with a smiling face.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Looking at these two familiar marks, Martin's eyes suddenly went dark.

If the DC world is a constantly stirred dye vat, then the Warhammer world is a pure cesspool.

The reason why the Warhammer world is a cesspool is not because of despair.

Damn it, in which world are people living at the bottom of society not desperate and crazy?

But even in a place like Gotham that bears the pressure of the chaos of the multiverse, there are people who strive to grasp hope in despair.

The psychopaths in the Warhammer world are willing to fall into despair and take the pain of despair as a source of pleasure. This is the reason why the universe is becoming more and more garbage.

Martin was once an Ultramarines, commanding a company of Ultramarines and soldiers from the Primaris.

In a single day they repelled an invasion by greenskin warlords, destroyed the forces of the Chaos Astartes, and slew a Daemon Prince.

The original world is quite special. The rotation and revolution time of the galaxy are different from those of the solar system. One day is equivalent to one month on Earth.

Afterwards, Martin was received by Regent Guilliman.

Martin also confessed his identity to this rare normal leader in the Warhammer world.

Guilliman immediately assigned a company to Martin's command, hoping that this miraculous child could bring a new dawn to the empire.

But since then, Martin has not returned to the Warhammer world for a long time.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at the blue-and-gold Mark X power unit, looking at his body that had undergone twenty-two modifications, and looking at the three service spikes on his face, and couldn't help but sigh.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, and Martin said, "Come in!"

"Captain Martin, you are finally back."

Adjutant Sidonus walked in and saw Martin, whose nervous system had been modified to suppress his emotions but was unable to control his great surprise.

"long time no see!"

Martin opened his arms to this comrade who had fought alongside him for more than a month.

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