Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 159 Damian, can you do it? (Please subscribe to read the monthly ticket!)
"who are you?"

The guests who were shocked by the gunshot turned around and found that the person holding the gun was only a seven-year-old child. Their mentality changed instantly.

"Whose child is this? Is this the time to make trouble? Get out of the way."

"Police! Where are the police? We pay so much tax every year, just to let you losers just stand by and watch when murders happen?"

"Security, security!"

The hall became even more chaotic. They didn't care about the dead, they only cared about death coming to them.

Martin covered his ears with one hand, feeling the buzzing of flies everywhere. With the other hand, he grabbed the pistol and shot directly, shooting through the man who was shouting the loudest.

The man kept shouting "Security, security". He must be some wealthy man, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Under the threat of bullets, the whole place fell silent instantly. Dick and Commissioner Gordon, who were squeezed by the crowd, covered their foreheads with their hands, feeling helpless about Martin's simple and rough methods.

He is blatantly discriminating against the rich. Martin did not have this attitude when he was evacuating passers-by in the city center before.

"First, Mr. Wayne has entrusted me to be in charge of this matter, so I would like to trouble you to cooperate with me."

Martin knew that the only way to get through the night was to stay rational, but looking at these humanoid beasts in suits, it was hard not to be cynical.

Bruce responded to Martin's words and said firmly: "From now on, Mr. Martin will be responsible for everything in the manor until the murderer is found."

Bruce spoke, and even if the guests were dissatisfied, they had no choice but to stay where they were, but they all turned their heads away and didn't look at the corpse on the ground.

The situation stabilized and Martin turned and walked towards Bruce.

"Aren't you going to check the body?" Bruce asked in a low voice.

"I already knew who the murderer was. There's no need to examine the body." Martin's attention was not on the body in the living room.

Bruce was puzzled: "Your reasoning speed today is beyond ordinary people. Isn't it a bit abnormal?"

Martin spread his hands and said honestly, "I have magic that can cheat, so reasoning is a waste of effort. The crows scattered throughout the manor have been monitoring everything around them. The murderer was locked in my sight the moment he took action."

He pulled out a magically linked tablet and reproduced the scene seen by the crow standing on top of the chandelier.

Bruce stared at the screen for two seconds, memorized the face of the party killer, and pretended to casually scan the crowd in front of him to lock the other party's position.

He noticed Martin's indifferent expression and continued in a low voice: "You don't sympathize with the serial killer and want to let him go, right?"

"If the killer acted out of revenge, then his actions may be criminal, but they are also justified."

"But I won't let him go. Since he did this, he must be responsible for his actions."

Martin shook his head, and the runes on his hand changed, linking with the crows that were watching the periphery of the manor.

Under the cover of night, a group of men in black took advantage of the natural shelter of the forest and quietly surrounded Wayne Manor. The other party moved silently, and it was difficult to judge their identity with the naked eye.

Bruce looked puzzled; these unexpected visitors were beyond his expectations.

When he cast a puzzled look at Martin, Martin also shook his head: "Maybe these people attacked because of the aura around me, but in the final analysis, they are here because of you."

"Why not you?"

Bruce thought back to his enemies.

"Because apart from you few friends, no one knows who I am, Martin!"

Martin's answer was simple, concise and convincing.

Then he said to Bruce, "Take Barbara to activate the defense system of Wayne Manor, and leave the things outside to Dick and me."

"you"

"Do not worry!"

Before Bruce opened his mouth, Martin knew what he was going to say: "Although I look down on these vampires, I won't use them as cannon fodder."

"With your words, I feel relieved."

Bruce nodded to Martin and communicated with Barbara using sign language. They each found the nearest secret door. "Everyone, I am sure that the most famous 'party killer' in Gotham is hiding among you."

Martin walked up to the crowd and told them the news directly, and the crowd became panicked again.

Bruce and Barbara took their chance and rushed straight into the Batcave without anyone noticing.

"Quiet!"

Martin roared. With Bruce's endorsement, the guests did not dare to ignore the young boy.

After the crowd quieted down, Martin began to give orders: "Chief Gordon, please take your men to seal off the entire manor to prevent the murderer from escaping."

Gordon had already learned about the situation outside the manor through the Bat Family's proprietary communication system. He nodded to Martin and commanded his own special police team to prepare for war relying on the manor's barrier.

"Dick, you and Alfred will separate all the people at the banquet according to their status and place them in different rooms."

Alfred, accompanied by several trusted servants, led hundreds of people into different rooms.

Dick came to Martin and asked directly: "What about the safety of these people? Do we need to let their security guards in?"

"We and Gordon's SWAT can't stop the enemy. Those paid security guards are useless. Let them follow Gordon's command and build a defense line outside."

Martin's words dispelled Dick's concerns and asked him to help Alfred accommodate these troublesome guests.

"By the way, where's that little brat Damian?"

"I'm here!"

Damian's unhappy voice came from the stairs. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and did look very similar to Bruce.

After being taken off the statue's spear by Alfrid, he changed into formal clothes but remained out of sight.

"Come with me, let's go catch him."

Martin commanded Damian without any hesitation.

Damian stood on the stairs with his arms folded across his chest and an "I'm very unhappy" look on his face. He seemed motionless, but his eyes moving around showed his inner struggle.

Oh, these naughty kids are such a trouble!

Martin sighed in his heart and asked directly: "Do you still think you are Bruce's son?"

Damian tilted his head and said nothing, but that was the answer.

"Since you still want to stay, just be straightforward and come with me to catch the party killer."

Martin waved his hand and Damian jumped directly from the second floor, unharmed.

"I'd like to state in advance that I'm only interested in the murderer, not you..."

"Blah, blah, blah."

Martin interrupted Damian's arrogant speech: "You are just like your father. You can't say nice things in a nice way, and you want others to treat you as enemies."

"gone."

He led Damian in a swagger towards a side hall filled with employees from the banquet outsourcing company.

Everyone saw them walk into the side hall and guessed that this kid, whom Bruce trusted infinitely, must have identified the murderer.

"The murderer is not among these people."

Martin caught Damian who was eager to try and calmly told him his intention: "Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered, let alone a killer. He is hiding among the guests. Although I don't care about their life or death, I promised Bruce that fewer people will die."

He pointed to the window and said to Damian, "Go around there, can you?"

"Just kidding, watch out!"

Damian puffed out his little chest and rushed straight to the window.

　I've been so depressed these past few days. I feel so miserable! I must force myself to update hard. I can't be depressed any more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)