Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 160 Don’t you know how to disguise yourself? (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
"You all go to the basement!"

"Be quiet, be quiet, don't make any sound!"

Damian climbed out of the window, and Martin waved to the anxious banquet outsourcing staff and asked them to follow Alfred to the basement for shelter.

When the fight starts, there's no telling how intense it will get, so Martin must first ensure the safety of innocent people.

Although these workers were not very courageous, they had developed discipline and obedience in their daily work. They followed Alfred's instructions and walked towards the basement.

"Where's Damian?"

Dick directed people to go to the basement while communicating with Martin.

Martin pointed to a room at random. There were more guests at the banquet than staff members. They were scattered in several rooms. The banquet killer was in the room that Hoofing was alert to.

"Just focus on evacuating these innocent passers-by. I'll take care of the killer and Damian."

Just as Martin finished speaking, the sound of weapons clashing was heard from the vigilant room of Hoofying.

Dick's eyes widened, and he was about to rush over to help, but Martin held him back: "Focus on your own task, go back!"

Dick hesitated again and again, but was finally stared back at by Martin's stern gaze, which made him speed up the evacuation.

Bang!

The door of the house was pushed open, and a group of people were scrambling to get out.

"Killing!"

"Help!"

boom!
Martin pulled out the Nilin sword from Tiying's back and yanked it hard on the ground. The high-energy particle flow directly cut out a deep black trench, and the soil and rocks were burned into charcoal.

"Those who don't want to die, follow Alfred to the basement."

"Let's get out of here."

The horrified men and women were shocked by the spate of violence today.

"There's going to be a gunfight outside soon. If you can get through the middle of the battlefield without getting hurt, go ahead."

Martin had no choice but to give a reminder, then walked past the panicked people and headed towards the almost empty house.

Inside, Damian was fighting with a 1.8-meter-tall woman. Everything in the room was broken, and an unlucky man had his throat cut and fell to the ground.

boom!
Damian was at a disadvantage in terms of size and strength, and was kicked in the chest by the large woman's high-heeled foot, causing him to fall at Martin's feet.

"This woman is really strong!"

Damian stood up, holding his chest. One of his ribs was broken by the high heel.

Martin looked at the indignant look on the boy's face and laughed, "Is this guy a man?"

"Ah, how is this possible?"

Damian has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and the education he received is no longer traditional.

"Dress up as a woman! What's the big deal? Didn't the Assassin's League teach you how to disguise yourself to complete a mission?"

Martin let the hoof shadow block in front of him, looked at the killer's beautiful appearance, nodded and said:
"You're really good at dressing up as a woman. No wonder the Gotham Police Department has never been able to catch you. Can I know your name?"

"When I decided to take revenge on these ruthless beasts, I had already abandoned my own name and decided to make the name of Banquet Killer the deepest fear in the hearts of those bastards."

The party killer stopped pretending, he tore off his disguise, his voice became a little rougher, and he grabbed two daggers in his hands.

Martin shook his head and did not argue with him. This idea of punishing evil and promoting good cannot be said to be wrong, but it can be said that it is not suitable for this era and its use is extremely limited.

"Can you still do it?"

Martin looked down at the stubborn Damian and asked him if he could still fight.

"I will not stop until I kill this pervert who dresses like a woman."

As Damian swore, gunshots were heard outside the castle. At first, they were just tentative shots, but soon the gunshots became as crackling as frying beans.

The party killer took a step with his long legs, pulled out his gun and started shooting.

Martin pushed Damian down, and the two of them hid behind the hoof shadow, avoiding the bullets. "This guy is a stubborn idiot. He has a gun but doesn't use it. He uses a dagger instead."

Martin laughed at himself and said to Damian, "Master Wayne, can you be faster than a bullet?"

"Are you kidding? I'm a normal person." Damian's eyes widened instantly.

Martin did not argue with him. He took out another sword from Hoof Shadow's back and put it in Damian's hand: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Let's end this quickly. There is another battle waiting for us outside."

"rest assured!"

Damian wielded the sword, releasing a stream of high-energy particles, like a blue energy whip that left a deep scorch mark on the wall.

"Leave this guy to me."

Damian turned over and rushed out, somersaulted in the air, and the high-energy particles of the Reverse Scale Sword rotated like a drill, stabbing at the banquet killer.

All the bullets fired by the opponent were melted by the vibrating high-energy particles and turned into drops of molten iron falling on the ground.

The killer was quite skilled and his shooting was very accurate, but he had obviously never seen such high technology before, so he was startled and lost the initiative.

Damian took advantage of the situation and made full use of his agility to continuously attack the party killer's vital points, breaking his arms and legs, stabbing his stomach, and taking out his heart.

"This kid is really ruthless!"

Martin listened to the increasingly intense sounds of fighting outside the castle. The gunshots were mixed with a large number of explosions, and the flashing flames were very dazzling.

He saw the battle situation outside through the crows and discovered that the men in black were launching a desperate attack on the castle.

Are these people really fighting so hard just for Bruce?
Martin suddenly lost interest in the banquet killer in front of him. He patted the belly of the iron warhorse and said, "Tiying, take this guy down and knock him out."

Hoofying nodded, exerted force on his limbs, and flew out directly. With a bang, he knocked the banquet killer who was fighting with Damian away.

The flying killer hit the wall, his head was blocked and he fainted immediately.

"what are you doing?"

Damian was fighting hard when his kill was suddenly snatched away, and he felt very upset.

Martin was not going to indulge this young master: "There are dozens or even hundreds of people fighting outside. There is no time for you to play a personal match here."

"He is my enemy, and that is my glory."

Damian protested angrily.

"You hold my sword in your hand, so you must obey me."

Martin watched Damian jumping up and down and couldn't help but think that this kid still needed education.

He reached out to take back his Ni Lin sword, put it back into the Tiying, and turned around and walked out of the house with Tiying.

Although Damian was angry, he was more interested in the battle outside and quickly caught up with Martin.

"Everyone has moved to the basement. What's the situation outside?"

Dick saw Martin and asked.

Martin replied: "A bunch of lunatics who came from nowhere are attacking desperately. Gordon is in a stalemate with them."

"Change out of this cumbersome dress and get ready to help."

"Alfred, pick out the brave ones among the waiters, teach them battlefield first aid methods, and try to treat the wounded."

Dick and Alfred nodded and went back to work.

Martin, using the shadows of hooves as cover, walked toward the battlefield where artillery fire was rumbling.

Damian followed suit.

"I am ready."

The moment Martin approached the door, he heard Batman's voice.

Batman is ready to go at any time.

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