Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 20 As expected of a Bat Family member, he is wealthy and powerful (seeking support)

Nightwing drove out of the sewer. The valuable SUV was soaked in sewage and emitted a disgusting stench.

Martin pulled the Penguin out of the car, cleaned and bandaged his wounds to prevent his wounds from getting infected and causing him to die before revealing the information, which would have been a wasted trip.

"Thank you so much for this time! Without your help, I would have been left alive in that tunnel."

Nightwing was originally happy for escaping death, but when he smelled the odor coming from his battle suit that was more disgusting than a cesspool, his face turned bitter again.

Martin nodded, accepted Nightwing's thanks, and lifted up Penguin and said, "We need to find a place to interrogate Penguin."

His original intention was to go directly to the Batcave to save time and effort, but considering the suspicious nature of the Batman family, he did not say so.

Nightwing shook off the dirty water on his body: "There is a safe house nearby, we can go there. But before that, I want to confirm one thing. Were you on the ship Last Quote last night?"

"Not only was I on that ship, but I was also on that ship with Batman, ruining the party that Penguin had called."

Martin did not hide his specialness and explained it to Nightwing in detail. Then he asked him, "I didn't see you yesterday. You shouldn't know me."

Nightwing felt that he had been hanging around in Gotham for several years and thought that there was nothing strange in the world that could surprise him anymore. When he heard about Martin's peculiarities, his mind went numb.

He subconsciously told Batman about his investigation. It wasn't a secret anyway.

"I see!" Martin nodded and said sincerely, "As expected of Batman, he can deduce so many clues from just one feeling. But, isn't he a little too suspicious?"

"Batman is indeed very suspicious... No, no, we should quickly pry open the Penguin's mouth."

Nightwing subconsciously complained about what Batman had done, but halfway through, he remembered the important matter, and he and Martin carried the Penguin to the SUV, suppressed their nausea, and drove to the safe house.

The high-speed driving dispelled the disgusting smell from the SUV. Martin felt liberated and suddenly thought of Arkham Knight.

"Nightwing, when was the safe house we are going to built?"

"These safe houses were built in the first few years after Batman debuted, and they were only repaired later. They are very safe. Even if the League of Assassins came, they would not be able to find them."

Nightwing also had a headache from the smoke and put on an oxygen mask directly.

Martin also asked for one and pressed it on his face, thinking, Of course the League of Assassins won't be able to find it, but the same may not be true for your own Bat Family members.

But he has no evidence now, and Nightwing will never believe that the Arkham Knight is Jason Todd.

"If we delay, something bad will happen. The Assassin's League has been silent for so long, and they suddenly make a comeback. Maybe they have some tricks up their sleeves."

"You're right, it's better to be careful!"

Perhaps he was shocked by Martin's self-destruction ability, or perhaps he was grateful for saving his life, Nightwing agreed with Martin's concerns, stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car soared to 200.

"You're running so fast, are you in a hurry to go to hell and burn?"

The person who was overtaken on the road was cursing and was ready to let this guy see the simplicity of Gotham.

But after seeing clearly that it was Nightwing who was driving, he shrank back obediently, pretending nothing had happened.

You can’t mess with the Bat Family! You can’t mess with them!

……

"follow me!"

Nightwing drove the car into a small alley and came to a concrete wall full of garbage. He opened the secret compartment and unlocked the combination lock with his fingerprint and iris, revealing a secret passage on the ground.

Martin carried the still unconscious Penguin and followed Nightwing down inside. The secret door above their heads closed automatically, and lights came on on both sides, illuminating a corridor.

“We’re not going there.”

Nightwing left the stairs, walked out seven steps and stopped, knocking on the wall beside him, and opened a secret door again.

"This is the real door to the safe house. That corridor is used to confuse intruders."

Looking at this safe house with nesting dolls inside, Martin felt very complicated at the moment, so he gave Nightwing a thumbs up.

"You guys are still the best!"

Nightwing shook his head: "Actually, I don't know how Batman designed these safe houses."

Martin walked into the interrogation room of the safe house and tied the Penguin to the interrogation chair.

Nightwing locked the secret door and walked over to Martin: "Who will interrogate me?"

Martin replied: "You go first. Penguin is familiar with you. When he lets down his guard, I will surprise him."

"it is good!"

Nightwing took out a bucket of water and poured it on Penguin's head, stimulating him to wake up from his coma. Martin walked to the other side of the interrogation room.

"Fxck..." The Penguin cursed Nightwing's ancestors as soon as he woke up.

"You are a bastard, and that Martin is also a bastard, kill them if you can. You can't get information from me."

The Penguin was still clear-headed and realized his situation as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Since you know what I want, just do it and don't waste everyone's time."

Nightwing took out an electric baton and pressed the button. Electric arcs jumped at the interface and pierced the air.

The Penguin subconsciously tilted his head and body, trying to avoid the approaching electric baton, but he was still stubborn: "You want to make me surrender with an electric baton? Do you think I, Cobert, am a coward? Let me tell you, unless you kill me, you can't get any information from me.

Do you dare, you little wimp taught by Batman? Come on if you can!"

Nightwing was so angry that he almost laughed.

The bastard Penguin is sure that he won't commit lynching and killing people, so he's acting like a rogue here!

"Then I'll grant you your wish and let you experience the feeling of being electrocuted."

boom!
Just as Nightwing was about to torture him, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open, and Martin rushed in and shot the Penguin directly in the thigh without saying a word.

"Ah, legs, my legs, you bastard, I'm going to cut you into pieces..."

Martin held down Nightwing, who was about to jump up, with one hand and said coldly, "Don't you like to use an umbrella as a cane? I will help you by making you a real cripple, so you don't have to pretend anymore."

"Fuck you...if you have the guts, you can really kill me."

"Okay! Anyway, if you die, the Assassin's League will look for other people to cooperate with, and I can still find them by following the clues."

"Nightwing, get out!"

Martin pushed Nightwing out of the interrogation room and locked the door.

"three!"

He put the muzzle of the gun against Penguin's forehead and began counting down.

"You do not dare!"

The penguin held his head high, sweat pouring down his forehead, and it was hard to tell whether it was out of pain or fear.

"two!"

Martin did not argue with him. He slowly pressed the trigger with his index finger. The collision sound of the gun structure was very clear in the silent interrogation room.

"one!"

"You have no chance."

Martin had a blank expression on his face, like a messenger announcing death, and he pressed his fingers hard.

The Penguin couldn't hold on any longer and quickly shouted, "I'm telling you, you're so cruel, I'll tell you everything."

boom!
Martin pulled the trigger anyway, and the bullet brushed past the Penguin's face. The smell of burning gunpowder hit the Penguin's brain, causing him to completely collapse in his chair.

Hearing the gunshots, Nightwing rushed into the interrogation room and saw Martin coming out waving a piece of paper and the Penguin slumped in the interrogation chair, still gasping for breath.

"I almost thought you killed someone."

"calm down."

Martin handed the interrogation record to Nightwing and said calmly: "Look at the Penguin, he is only half dead. If I don't kill him, it's unlikely that he can hold on until someone comes to rescue him."

"Let's go, I've called the police. Do you want to bet on which one comes faster, the police or his men?"

Nightwing answered subconsciously: "Of course Gordon and the others came faster."

Martin gave him a thumbs up. "As expected of a Bat Family member, you are so rich and powerful. You don't even care that I exposed this safe house."

"Uh!"

Nightwing was stunned for a moment.

"I won't tease you anymore."

Martin dragged him out: "The Penguin's men have come here. This safe house is doomed to be lost."

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