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Chapter 23 Who is the murderer? (Please read and comment)
"Even though I heard you say it with my own ears, seeing you become Batman with my own eyes still feels like a dream."

Nightwing looked at the Batmobile, which was exactly the same as Batman's, and gained a new understanding of Martin's magic.

Martin just smiled and didn't respond.

The wonder in Nightwing's eyes was just something he was used to, nothing worth commenting on.

He stepped on the accelerator, and the Batmobile's tank-like engine started up, making a sound like the roar of a wild beast, and the four wheels turned, shaking the road as it moved forward.

Even though there were gang members fighting for territory ahead, Martin did not slow down and crashed into them directly.

Nightwing's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted, "Brake! Brake! You'll kill someone at such a fast speed."

"Isn't the Batmobile equipped with a surge device that can bounce away anyone who gets close?"

Martin didn't brake, but turned the steering wheel and bypassed the gangsters.

Nightwing breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes and said, "That thing is for when you accidentally hit someone. With your speed, those people on the street will only be stunned first and then killed, okay?"

Martin shook his head with a hint of regret. He thought the Batmobile had some high-tech features, but it turned out to be just a large electric shock gun.

"Let me drive, you take a rest!"

"also!"

Martin nodded, and Nightwing took over the steering wheel from the passenger seat, and the two quickly crossed the city and arrived at Wayne Hospital.

A dozen armed thugs surrounded the hospital gate, threw Molotov cocktails inside, and tried to force their way in.

"This is a bunch of lawless bastards!"

Nightwing was furious and picked up a short stick to rush out, but he saw that Martin had taken off the bat armor and changed into an ordinary combat jacket with only a few bulletproof composite plates stuffed inside.

"We need Batman to suppress those gangs right now. Why did you take off your clothes?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan for doing this."

Martin pointed at the thugs who were about to rush into the hospital and said, "The most urgent task now is to deal with these people outside first."

After that, he pressed the ejection button of the Batmobile, and flew three meters out of the car, throwing three bat darts in the air.

The thugs were not on guard behind them, and three of them were hit in the legs or arms. They fell to the ground and cried out in pain.

The other thugs turned around immediately and saw the dark shadow falling towards them. Just as they were about to pull the trigger, a smoke bomb exploded above their heads.

Cough cough cough...

The rioters inhaled the irritants contained in the smoke, and they started coughing and couldn't even hold their guns steadily.

Kick the thug away, land on the ground, and put on the filter and eye mask.

Martin completed a series of actions in one go.

The thugs were stunned by the sudden attack. They suppressed the pain in their breathing, straightened their backs, held their guns and looked around vigilantly, but dust also entered their eyes, causing them to become red, swollen and painful, and they kept crying.

The worst thing was that there was a dark shadow moving through the smoke. The sound of its footsteps was very clear, and every step was like a death knell ringing in their ears, knocking on their fragile defenses.

Some people couldn't stand this kind of psychological torture and tried to run out of the smoke-covered area, but they were dragged away by the black shadow after taking just a few steps.

Then a scream was heard in the smoke:
"No, let me go, help...ah!"

The echoing screams frightened the remaining people. They didn't dare to think about what happened to their companions. They stopped and looked around alertly.

"Don't be afraid, form a circle, gather together... cough cough cough..."

The leader of the rioters shouted at the top of his lungs to warn his men, but he was choked halfway through his words and couldn't even utter a single word.

Then, the thugs were pounced on one by one by Martin's incarnation of the black shadow, and they were knocked unconscious one by one with his fists. When the smoke cleared, Nightwing ran over with two short sticks, and saw only people fainting on the ground.

"Can't you leave me two?"

"This isn't a game, leave a ghost behind!"

Martin responded to Nightwing's complaint with an eye roll.

"Tie up these people and ask their identities later. Let's go check the Penguin's body first."

Nightwing took out a special rope, tied up the hands and feet of more than a dozen people, and followed Martin into the hospital.

The hospital lobby was set on fire by Molotov cocktails thrown by rioters. The raging flames emitted an oppressive heat, preventing people inside and outside from approaching.

Martin pulled out a fire extinguisher and sprayed liquid carbon dioxide to clear a path through the fire.

“They’re safer in the hospital!”

Martin grabbed Nightwing who wanted to save people and took him all the way into the morgue.

As Alfred requested, doctors at Wayne Hospital left the Penguin's body in the morgue and performed an autopsy on him.

Although the doctor had fled because of the riots in the street, he still completed the autopsy and left a report for the sake of money.

"let me see."

Martin picked up the thick report.

"High blood pressure, high blood lipids, high blood sugar..."

Nightwing came over and complained: "This guy is already fifty years old, and he still lives a life of luxury every day. It's normal for him to have these problems."

"There are scars of varying degrees of trauma all over the body, including gunshot wounds, cuts, and burns..."

As Martin was reciting, he began to admire the Penguin. He was able to get to this point with so many old injuries. Even though he was a gangster, he was still worthy of admiration.

"But these are all minor details. What really matters is the cause of his death."

Martin handed the autopsy report to Nightwing, stared at Penguin's pale face, and said softly: "He was poisoned to death."

Nightwing also sighed. The Penguin was the most successful gangster in Gotham in the past decade. He even ran for mayor, but now he died silently in a hospital bed. It was really hard to comment.

But he quickly put his feelings aside and began to reason about the murderer: "The biggest suspect now is the Assassin's League. His identity has been exposed, and the Penguin is no longer useful, so he wants to kill people to silence them."

Martin shook his head. "The Arkham Knight was chasing us last night, which means that we still need Penguin's help. He didn't kill anyone at first, so he won't do anything unnecessary in the future."

"Besides, do you think he is a murderer by poison?"

Nightwing knew clearly what "he" meant. He wanted to answer, but then he thought of everything that happened now and shook his head: "I'm not sure anymore."

Martin had no time for sentimental brotherly love with Nightwing.

"It couldn't have been done by Penguin's rivals. Penguin's ward was surrounded by a wall, with only a few of his confidants and two doctors close to him. If Black Mask and his gang could bribe one of these people, there would be no need to wait until now to do it."

Nightwing controlled his emotions: "So who do you think the murderer is?"

Martin pulled up the hospital visitor list, saw Candy's name and the hospital's surveillance video, and suddenly had the answer in his mind.

"Now this is going to be interesting."

"Come on, Nightwing, let's go to the hospital's monitoring room. The answer is there."

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