Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 152: A conflict every three steps, a death every five steps (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
"You son of a bitch, how dare you go out and cheat on me? I'm going to beat that thing of yours, which is only the size of your pinky finger, into a pulp!"

"Bullshit, my thing is not small at all."

A man with his lower body naked rushed out of the house opposite Martin's house, followed by a middle-aged woman in pajamas.

The woman rushed out of the house with a double-barreled shotgun and pulled the trigger, shooting her husband.

All this happened the moment Martin went out.

Bruce's eyes widened instantly. What he said before was actually mostly a joke, but he didn't expect this!

"Coincidence, absolute coincidence!"

Martin extended his index finger with his right hand and tapped in the air to emphasize the matter.

Bruce nodded and took the opportunity to get into his battered sports car.

Martin blew a whistle, and the hoof shadow parked in the garage rushed in front of him in the form of a motorcycle and stopped steadily.

"let's go!"

He climbed onto the car, but before the wheels had moved out a dozen meters, a group of tattooed white and Latino men rushed out, each holding a knife and baseball bat in their hands, and hacked at the enemy with all their might.

For a moment, the whole street was filled with shouts of killing, blood flowed along the ditches on the street, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Bruce stopped next to Martin. Although he didn't say anything, the questioning look through the window said it all.

Martin's face darkened. Facing Bruce's questioning gaze, he continued stubbornly, "This is also normal! In Gotham, there are always various gang feuds. This kind of high probability thing can't explain it. Haha!"

boom!
Martin kicked the gangster killer who rolled over and whispered, "But we should take another route. The feng shui here is not good!"

Bruce nodded, indicating that as long as you are happy.

The two men turned the car, found an empty road, turned onto the main road, and avoided the fighting gangs.

But after walking only a few hundred meters on the avenue, three modified muscle cars rushed onto the avenue, not caring whether there were people or cars in front of them, and just kept rushing forward.

There were a large number of police officers following behind those muscle cars, and there were also several helicopters chasing in the sky, rushing straight towards the road where Martin was.

Although we don’t know what crime these people have committed, but the fact that the Gotham Police Department has made such a big fuss means that these guys driving muscle cars must have committed something serious.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, Martin felt completely disheveled.

"Oh my god! You can't play tricks on me like this. Why are there deaths everywhere I go today? I've never been so outrageous in the past!"

He has no choice but to accept it!
If they don't admit it, a meteorite might suddenly turn and fall from space, turning Gotham into ruins.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the road. If you don't want to die, get out of my way!"

In the muscle car at the front, a burly man appeared from the passenger seat with a submachine gun in his hand. He shouted and pulled the trigger.

For a moment, bullets were flying all over the avenue and everyone was trying to avoid them. The street was cleared in an instant and a path was quickly opened.

Except for Martin, he was wondering whether he was haunted by some bad luck aura besides turning into a child today.

"Whose kid are you? Get out of here right now."

The driver stepped on the accelerator to the limit, and the guy in the passenger seat fired at random.

Martin had not the heart to pay attention to these rotten garlic heads, but he was annoyed by their noise and slid under the car.

Dang Dang!

Martin tapped his hoof shadows: "Go, teach these guys a lesson. Let them know that Gotham is not so easy to deal with."

These guys deserved their bad luck. Martin was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, so they came over on their own initiative.

Howling!
The hoof shadows transformed into steel warhorses, neighed, and rushed directly towards the muscle cars.

Although these modified muscle cars can fool the people of Gotham Police Department, anyone who has a little ability in Gotham can do this. So these guys are not good enough in front of the Iron Horse.

Tiying raised its two front hooves high, then brought them down hard, directly pressing down on the front of the muscle car.

The rear end of the muscle car in front was lifted high and flew directly into the air.

The two people in the car screamed and tried to unbuckle their seat belts, attempting to do aerial acrobatics to survive.

But the iron warhorse just sneezed in disdain, and the moment its front hooves landed on the ground, it raised its hind hooves and kicked the car in the air several hundred meters away, with the front of the car stuck upside down on the ground.

"Go, brothers! It's just a robot horse. There's nothing to be afraid of. If we crash into it, we can take the gold and live happily!"

The two cars behind had no intention of stopping. Instead, they sped up, trying to directly knock the iron warhorse blocking their way away.

It seems that the word fear does not exist in the dictionary of Gotham people.

Maybe it's because they have nothing and nothing to lose, so they don't care about anything.

boom!
The two cars rushed towards the mechanical horses in front of them at full horsepower, making a sharp impact sound instantly. The huge force was transmitted to the ground and directly broke the asphalt road into pieces.

Hoof Shadow was not hurt at all, not even a scratch.

Its four legs were deeply rooted in the road, and it pushed the two cars back little by little.

The front ends of the two cars that rushed over were completely dented, and the drivers were lying on the steering wheel with blood all over their heads, their life or death unknown.

Their stiff legs pressed hard on the accelerators. The tires of the two cars rubbed against the ground violently, emitting puffs of white smoke, and then the tires burst with a bang.

The gangsters in the car were at a loss of what to do. Someone saw Martin hiding nearby and prepared to attack the child, taking him hostage to negotiate with the police or even Batman.

But just as they stretched out their guns, Tiying's head pressed against the two cars one by one, and with a sudden force, he flipped them into the air, and kicked out with his front hooves, sending the two cars to join their friends.

"Are you okay?"

After all the gangsters were dead, Bruce came over slowly.

He looked at the three wrecked cars and the scattered gold, and said to Martin, "This doesn't seem to be the same as what you said before!"

"Okay, okay, I've let you guess it, Mr. Wayne, okay?"

Martin punched Bruce on the knee out of revenge, but the force was too small to cause any damage.

He said weakly, "I don't know what kind of unlucky guy I have become today. Wherever I go, I get into trouble. It's outrageous."

"Let's go back to Wayne Manor and avoid those policemen. We can discuss this later!"

Martin nodded and whistled to Hoofshadow, and the iron horse immediately returned to him and placed its master on its back considerately.

Then he used a lasso to hook Bruce's shapeless sports car and headed straight for Wayne Manor in the suburbs.

From beginning to end, neither Martin nor Bruce went to see the gold.

Needless to say, Bruce could build a house with gold if he wanted, he didn't need that little bit of money.

Martin, on the other hand, relied on Bruce, a wealthy man, and treated him as Old Deng who could drop gold coins at any time.

Whenever you need money, just tell Bruce. He has so much money that he can never spend it all.

Rather than being used by the Wayne Group to play meaningless financial games, it would be better to use it to fund Martin to do real work.

　Second update!
　　Martin (crying face): What happened to me today?

　　Can you explain this to Martin?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)