Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 18 We know you don’t kill people!
Nightwing was very surprised.

He looked at the structural diagram of the underground vault and discovered that at the other end of the corridor was Gotham's complex sewer system, and the soil layer in the middle had been opened up.

"What on earth does Penguin want to do?"

"Whatever I do has nothing to do with you!"

Nightwing heard a voice behind him and turned around suddenly, only to see a dark shadow rushing towards him.

He quickly clasped the short sticks in his hands together and protected his chest, but he was still kicked out and hit the wall.

"Cough cough!"

Although the armor on his body absorbed a lot of the force, Nightwing still felt a dull pain in his chest when he got up.

"Nightwing? Batman's sidekick. You're much worse than him."

The Arkham Knight stood in the room, mocking Nightwing mercilessly.

"FUCK, I'm just me, I have nothing to do with Batman."

Nightwing retorted stubbornly, his eyes scanning the room, looking for a way to escape.

The Arkham Knight seemed to see through people's hearts: "Don't look, all the escape routes have been blocked. If you want to escape, you only have one choice, and that is to kill me."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Nightwing split the long stick, swung it with both hands, and the two short sticks chopped towards Arkham Knight's head from different directions.

Ding!
The Arkham Knight raised his hands, used his arm armor to block the short stick, reached out to grab the head of the short stick, and kicked Nightwing in the chest.

Nightwing released his right hand, took out a dart, grabbed the short stick with his left hand and spun it, then stabbed the Arkham Knight's waist with the dart.

The Arkham Knight raised his short stick and smashed it hard on Nightwing's arm, forcing him to let go of the other short stick, and then he kicked Nightwing sideways again.

"This guy is too strong."

Nightwing quickly got up, looking for his opponent's weakness.

The Arkham Knight threw a pair of short clubs back to Nightwing and strode towards him, saying, "You are too weak and will always be just a bird flying under the wings of a bat.

As for me, I am a ghost who has crawled back from hell, a ghost entangled in the flames of revenge, destined to turn all of Gotham into ashes. "

Arkham Knight's speed increased with a roar, and he rushed towards Nightwing like a savage bear, as if he wanted to crush him into a paste alive.

Nightwing's eyes widened, and he rolled on the ground to avoid the impact. He swung his short stick and hit Arkham Knight's knee joint.

No matter how strong a person is, his joints are fragile. Arkham Knight's joints were hit and he fell to his knees.

Nightwing took this opportunity and rushed out the door, ready to run.

But as soon as he showed his head, bullets were fired at him, forcing him back.

"It was a close call. It was so close. My head was almost smashed into a sieve."

Nightwing touched his hair that was grazed by bullets and smelled burnt, and felt a little scared.

Arkham Knight stood up and said viciously: "You only have two choices today, be killed by my fist, or be shot to death by Penguin's men outside."

"Or, I can kidnap you and take me away from here."

Nightwing may be a good guy, but that doesn't mean he is easy to bully.

"Very good!" Arkham Knight nodded: "This is what I expected. Only by killing you like this can I get pleasure."

After saying that, he pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist, pulled the trigger, and a flash of fire appeared at the muzzle, spraying out a series of bullets.

Nightwing knew this guy would do this, and before he could reach out to draw his gun, he lowered his body and rushed towards the Arkham Knight, closing the distance between him and him, and engaging in close combat.

Sticks are flying and bullets are shooting!
The blue bird and the black knight collided, and the aftermath of the battle spread, tearing apart everything in the house.

… “What is this Arkham Knight doing?”

When the Penguin learned that the Arkham Knight was actually fighting Nightwing alone and had even blocked his people from entering, he felt both amused and annoyed for a moment.

"Does that idiot think we're playing a game? The ambush has been exposed, but he's still fighting alone. If he attracts Batman, everything will be over."

"No allies are reliable. If we want to get things done, we can only rely on ourselves, Mr. Cobert."

Martin took the opportunity to sow discord and wanted to leave this completely closed vault.

The Penguin Man did not answer. He tapped the ground with an umbrella in his hand and paced back and forth, wavering between his own safety and the safety of the underground base.

Seeing this, Martin continued to encourage, "We don't have time to waste now. If Mr. Cobblepot has any concerns, I am willing to kill Nightwing for you."

"No!"

Penguin's vigilance towards Martin made him subconsciously choose to refuse: "Mr. Martin's strength is unquestionable, but I, Cobblepot, am no pushover either. Just wait and see how I take down that damn Nightwing."

The Penguin finally made his choice. The strong desire for control formed by his strong uneasiness drove him to open the door of the vault, and he quickly walked towards the place where Nightwing and Arkham Knight were fighting with a group of his men.

Martin followed behind the Penguin with a relaxed look on his face, as if everything that was happening in front of him was just a child's game to him.

"Are you all made of wood? What are you doing standing at the door? Get in now!"

As soon as the Penguin arrived, he waved an umbrella and gave orders, trying to command people to quickly resolve the battle.

"But Arkham Knight..."

The person who was speaking was directly blown away by the umbrella in the Penguin's hand.

He said to everyone in a grim tone: "Remember, the master here is me, the great Cobert, not that damn knight. Charge, rush in and kill Nightwing immediately."

The Penguin Man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice was as sharp as fingernails scratching glass, very piercing.

Now no one dared to disobey the Penguin's orders. A group of fully armed soldiers with guns rushed into the room according to the standard procedures of indoor tactics.

...in the room.

The Arkham Knight gained an overwhelming advantage with the power of the thermal weapons in his hands, but he was not in a hurry to take down Nightwing.

"Run! Is this the level of students taught by Batman? They can't do anything except running away?"

He was like a cat catching mice, able to swallow its prey at any time, but not in a hurry at all, enjoying the pleasure of playing with its prey.

Until the Penguin's men suddenly rushed in and threw a flash bomb.

hum-

The blinding light exploded instantly. Although the Arkham Knight was protected by a helmet, his eyes were still blinded by the strong light and his ears were buzzing.

But the fooled Nightwing was always alert and avoided the flash bomb attack. Before the Penguin's men rushed in, he jumped to the Arkham Knight and hit the part of his body that was not covered by the armor with a short stick.

Shila-

The non-lethal electric arc jumped and transmitted to Arkham Knight, making him lose the ability to resist.

"Everyone, stand back, or your knights will suffer."

Nightwing's threat did not work. Penguin's men did not move, not even with their guns away.

"Stop pretending, Nightwing. We both know you never kill anyone."

Depend on!
Nightwing cursed in his mind.

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