Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 161 This is the price (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)

Martin did not answer Batman. The other party was not a child who needed guidance.

Under the cover of hoof shadows, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The entire manor has become a battlefield. Gordon and his SWAT team, as the main force supporting the front line, rely on Wayne Manor's own bunkers to fight against enemies rushing in from all directions.

The security personnel hired by those rich wives at great expense were useless. All the military skills they boasted about were of no use in the face of brutal firepower, and they did not have the courage to risk death and participate in such a war.

Gordon and his SWAT team members are real fighters who have the courage to continue fighting against the lunatics in Arkham in the chaotic Gotham.

Even though the enemies rushing out of the forest had very strong tactics and firepower, not a single special police officer retreated.

Martin hid behind the hoof shadow and avoided being riddled with bullets flying everywhere.

Commissioner Gordon hid behind a steel plate. He took off his suit, leaving only a white shirt on his upper body. He put on a bulletproof vest and formed a tight front with the special police, holding an automatic rifle, to stop the enemy's attack.

Boom!

Just as Martin ran to Gordon, an 8mm mortar shell landed right in front of the bunker and exploded with a loud bang, sending flames, shock waves and shrapnel flying everywhere.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!"

Gordon raised his head and spat out all the dirt in his mouth. He took off his glasses and touched them a few times to make sure he could see clearly, then joined the battle again.

"What are you doing here?"

While changing the ammunition, he looked at Martin who was sitting next to him and said with concern: "Aren't you incapable of fighting today? Go back to the castle quickly and don't make trouble here!"

Martin asked seriously, "Have you figured out why these people want to attack Wayne Manor?"

"I don't know!"

Gordon was also puzzled: "These people not only have light weapons, but also grenades, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, mortars... these individual heavy firepower."

"But even the most arrogant gangs in downtown Gotham City cannot gather such complete equipment. The enemy has invested so much money, they must be here for Bruce."

"Mortar!"

Martin noticed the sound of the flying shells in the air in advance, and loudly reminded the special police behind the fortifications to take cover.

The security company's employees have lost their ability to fight under the firepower that is almost the same as in regular combat.

"You guys don't dare to fight, so go and transport the wounded. Move all the injured into the house."

The people from the security company were more than happy to help, so they carried the injured and rushed into the castle.

Martin looked at the wounded who were forcibly dragged into the castle, and secretly regretted letting these guys transport the wounded.

But there is no choice in this situation now.

"You should retreat too! As long as we crush their attack, it doesn't matter why they came."

This is certainly true, but Martin always felt something was strange. He felt that these people did not come for Bruce.

If you really want to eradicate the world's rich people, why not choose an ordinary night?

They chose to choose a banquet like this one, which gathered most of Gotham's wealthy people, to launch the attack when the police were on high alert.

Although the Gotham police are incompetent, Gordon is a well-known police chief.

Just as the battle between the two sides was getting intense, all kinds of weapons were flying on the battlefield, and the artillery fire almost flattened the front yard of Wayne Manor.

If Bruce had not renovated everything in the manor in advance, this ancient manor would have been reduced to ruins as early as when the unknown enemies outside the manor launched the first round of bombing.

At this moment, the Batfighter flew over the battlefield, its machine gun rotated, and fired shells that were modified from the freezing formula invented by Mr. Freeze.

These shells exploded two or three meters above the ground, emitting clouds of white mist that sucked away the warmth in the air and froze everything within the coverage area, including the charging enemies.

The Batfighter fired in a full circle around Wayne Manor, freezing the entire perimeter of the manor and forming a protective line, buying the SWAT officers some breathing time.

"The inventions of those guys in Arkham Asylum are pretty outrageous." Martin looked at the circle of ice sculptures around him and couldn't help but smack his lips.

In particular, those guys in Arkham Asylum were not rich people, and they invented those outrageous props purely by using their talents.

When the enemy's offensive was blocked by the ice bomb, more than a dozen anti-aircraft missiles immediately flew out of the dark forest, dragging long white smoke tails and rushing towards the bat fighter in the air.

The Batfighter made maneuvers in the air to avoid the incoming missiles.

While dodging the missiles, two figures jumped down from the fighter plane.

Batman spread his cloak and fell into the forest like a big bat, silently and no one knew where he landed.

Dick followed closely behind, using the power of the Shadow Kingdom to slow down in the air, and finally landed in the center of the enemy. He waved two short sticks and danced with the shadows like a big bird flapping its wings, knocking down the gun-wielding enemies one by one.

Gordon called on his special police to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a counterattack, and joined the counterattack with guns in hand.

As he charged, he watched Dick display his power and couldn't help but wonder, "When did Dick get super powers?"

"That is the power of the Shadow Kingdom. If you are willing, I can also help connect to that kingdom."

Martin rode on Hoofshadow's back and followed Gordon to launch a reactionary movement.

Gordon was a little surprised at first, but when he thought of Martin's magical abilities, it seemed normal that he could give others superpowers.

Soon, the arrogant enemy was driven back into the forest.

Martin held Gordon and suggested, "Let's stop chasing. The situation in the forest is complicated and there is no light. It is very easy to fall into the enemy's trap."

"We can't just let them retreat like this. Otherwise, if they charge forward again, we can't afford such a war of attrition."

Gordon looked serious.

The rest of the Gotham Police Department can be counted on, but only a little.

At least before dawn, those guys who are slacking off will definitely not be able to arrive to provide support.

"That's right. We must kill all the enemies."

Damian followed with his short legs, holding an automatic rifle he had pulled out from somewhere.

"The purpose of war is to ensure peace. It is extremely irresponsible to charge rashly when the enemy situation is unclear."

Martin refuted Damian bluntly.

Gordon took the risk in the hope of ending the battle as quickly as possible in order to reduce casualties.

Damian was just there for fun, and in his eyes, the people around him were not even human, just like chess pieces on a chessboard.

"Nightwing, come with me into the forest and explore the way first."

Martin pointed at Nightwing and asked him to follow him, and everyone else stood outside the safety line.

"Why did you only arrest me?" Nightwing was dissatisfied with Martin's behavior of arresting coolies.

Martin said bluntly: "This is the price you pay for using your super powers. Anyway, you can enter and exit the Shadow Kingdom at any time, and you can't die."

Martin let Hoofshadow push Nightwing forward.

Damian also wanted to follow in, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Martin.

Soon after they entered the forest, the old bat flew out.

He was kicked out.

　Three more updates! Slowly recovering my spirit, I will try to update more, go for it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)