Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 163 It’s ok that we are not enemies (please subscribe to read the monthly ticket)

"You still have the nerve to say it!"

Mrs. Shiva's attacks were wide and wide, and her arms swung like sledgehammers, strong and powerful.

She chased after Martin, gritting her teeth and saying, "If you hadn't tampered with my memory, I would have been freed long ago. How could I still be coerced by that old guy Lars using favors!"

Although Siwa didn't know what was special about Martin, he could guess without thinking that all this must be related to this boy.

Martin coughed twice in embarrassment. It was indeed his fault.

Siwa had previously promised Lars that he would help him advance his plan to disrupt Gotham, and he did help Lars a lot.

But because of Martin, the relevant memories were buried in everyone's mind, which meant that Shiva's previous work was in vain. He had to continue working for Lars to repay his favor.

"This is indeed my fault, and I apologize."

Martin stopped moving and stopped dodging. He stood in front of Shiva and said seriously, "I am standing here and letting you do whatever you want. I just hope you can continue to treat me as a friend."

"Are you a fool?"

"I'm not a philanthropist. Aren't you worried about your head?"

Seeing the boy like this, Shiva couldn't bring himself to do it.

Martin smiled and said, "You are not a philanthropist, but you are not a lunatic like the Joker either! We got along very well before, so I bet you won't do anything to me."

"It's not a good thing to be so addicted to gambling at such a young age."

Siwa half-knelt in front of Martin, looking at the boy who was only one-third of her height with great curiosity.

"Not long ago you looked like you were eighteen years old. How come you look like you are seven or eight years old now?"

Martin explained bluntly: "I change my identity every morning when I wake up. Today I am my seven-year-old self, with an aura that attracts crime."

"So you were drawn to Wayne Manor and chose such an inappropriate time to attack."

Shiva wanted to refute, but he recalled everything that happened today and realized that before he made the decision, he did have an inexplicable impulse that made her make such a decision.

"If you weren't seven years old, I would tear your head off if something like this happened!"

Shiva was not joking. Her eyes were cold as she looked down at Martin.

"I mean no harm!"

Martin made cute gestures, which looked very adorable given his seven-year-old appearance.

Shiva turned his head away and did not mention the matter again: "I'm leaving! No matter what, I still want to thank you for awakening my memory. Working for Lars is not a comfortable thing."

Martin did not try to keep her.

Siva is certainly not a good person in the broad sense, and he is even unwilling to enter the modern social system.

Therefore, it would be the best outcome if the two of them could maintain a state where they were not enemies.

"You're just going to leave like this? Abandon Damian and the people from the League of Assassins. Lars won't cause trouble for you?"

From a friend's perspective, Martin was concerned about the troubles that Siwa might encounter after leaving.

"I'm not an ordinary woman who whines and talks nonsense."

Shiva puffed out his chest and said domineeringly: "I am Shiva. No one can force me to do anything I don't want to do. I helped Lars only because I owed him a favor. Now that I am free from the bondage of the debt, he and his small group can't stop me."

Martin nodded. "Yeah, how can someone like you be summed up in the words man or woman? I just hope that next time we meet, I won't see your dead body."

People like Siva who are isolated from society are always accompanied by death.

Shiva finally showed his first smile of the night, and the iron-blooded and cold feeling on his body also faded a lot.

She leaned over, smiled and pinched Martin's face: "I hope you will still be as cute as you are now when we meet next time?"

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. This matter is beyond my control."

Martin looked at Siva's face so close to him and suddenly realized that she was also a beauty. However, people, including Martin, first noticed her skills and actions, and did not even notice her gender. Only a terrifying name remained.

"Goodbye, little boy!"

Shiva waved his hand gracefully, turned around, strode out of the forest, and walked into the darkness, not knowing where he was going.

Martin watched her disappear into the darkness.

Hoofshadow came up to him and nudged his master's shoulder, reminding him that the battle was not over yet.

Siwa's departure did not have any impact on the soldiers of the Assassin's League. They fought on their own according to their usual tactics.

Batman is well aware of the tactics of the League of Assassins, and with the help of various props and natural shadows, he takes them down in a more covert way than his enemies.

Nightwing became more and more proficient in the use of shadow power. He frequently shuttled between the edges of the two worlds, using suddenness to attack his enemies, making it difficult for assassins who were accustomed to sneak attacks to defend themselves.

After Batman and Nightwing broke the assassins' defenses, Gordon led the SWAT team into the forest to hunt down the lone assassin groups.

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire rumbled through the forest. The fallen trees were set on fire by the artillery fire, which did not make the battlefield environment any better. Instead, it created more places where light and darkness alternated.

The assassins skillfully used these environments to cover their tracks. Although they could not escape the eyes of Batman and Nightwing, they made Gordon and his special police dizzy.

Their training focuses more on urban counter-terrorism operations. They have received very little training in field combat and have never experienced actual combat. They can only gather in a group and seek self-protection.

Gordon's judgment was completely correct. A single assassination team could not launch an effective attack on the SWAT police who were gathered in a group. If they gathered together, they would be caught by Batman and Nightwing.

Suddenly, a group of crows inexplicably flew over the forest. Their feathers were as deep and black as the night, and their scarlet eyes were like gems. They cackled and landed in the forest, marking the locations of the assassin teams.

"The enemy's position has been marked. What are you still standing there for? Go ahead!"

Of course Gordon knew that this was Martin's method, and without hesitation he led his men to rush towards the hidden assassins and eliminated them one by one.

The defeat was devastating. Although the assassins would not surrender, they could not hold out for long under Gordon's fierce attack.

An hour later, the last assassin who was fighting stubbornly pulled out a grenade and tried to take away more special police officers, but was riddled with bullets.

Martin came to Damian with the smell of gunpowder. The boy looked at the corpses on the ground in silence and finally stopped making a fuss.

"All of these are here to take you back to the Assassin's League. How do you feel?"

Damian glared at Martin in dissatisfaction, but said nothing. He lowered his head and continued to remain silent.

The boy didn't know whether he was angry with Martin or with himself.

The scene of the assassins falling to the ground with their flesh pierced by bullets kept replaying in Damian's mind.

He felt that there was someone he knew among the dead assassins, but he could not remember the name of the deceased, or even the person's face.

Damian felt a sense of guilt he had never felt before.

He couldn't help but wonder why he was such a bastard. These people died for him, but he didn't even know their names.

Martin said to Batman who flew to his side: "He still feels guilty, he is not hopeless!"

Batman was visibly relieved, but didn't continue the topic, instead asking about Lady Shiva.

Of course Martin would not hide anything from him and told him the truth about what had just happened.

Batman looked at the chubby Martin and said half-jokingly, "You really can make friends with anyone, and you're not picky!"

"More friends means more paths. If everyone is as cold and indifferent as you, how can there be peace in the world?"

Martin waved his arms, feeling aches all over his body. This was the price he paid for borrowing the power of his ancestors.

"Next time, if I become like this again, I will never charge into battle by myself. I will call out all the ancestral spirits and be a summoner honestly."

After complaining, Martin left the aftermath to others and prepared to go to bed.

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