Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 25 I am revenge! I am the night! (Please support, meow)

You have to fight the gangsters and save Batman, and only by doing both can you be healthy.

So Martin asked Nightwing to take Candy back to the Batcave to find the hideout of the League of Assassins in Gotham, while he himself went to cause trouble for those gangs.

At this moment, the Arkham Knight video was playing in every street and alley of Gotham, and the news that Batman was Bruce Wayne spread like wildfire to every corner of Gotham.

All the criminals seemed to hear the sound of bats flapping their wings and moving away from them. The fear in their hearts suddenly disappeared, and they turned into wild beasts, rushing onto the streets, wanting to occupy everything around them.

Martin looked through the Batmobile's external camera and saw the red-eyed criminals occupying the entire street, building camps, dividing the territory, just like they were going to war, and they were hostile to each other and the enemies around them.

These criminals were no longer afraid of the Batmobile. Instead of hiding, they rushed towards the car.

They were still shouting: "Batman has been arrested, what's the use of a Batmobile? Let's tear this thing apart!"

Martin shook his head, then let go of the steering wheel, grabbed the joystick, controlled the heavy machine gun that rose from the roof, and pulled the trigger.

dong dong dong...

12.7mm rubber bullets were fired continuously from the heavy machine guns, covering the entire street like a rain curtain.

Those street thugs who were holding pistols or even baseballs were hit by rubber bullets before they could get within a hundred meters of the Batmobile. They either had broken ribs or broken limbs, and lay on the ground groaning.

"A bunch of idiots with underdeveloped brains and completely undeveloped cerebellums."

Martin mercilessly criticized the criminals who tried to fight the tank-sized Batmobile with small pistols.

"With this kind of brain, no wonder he can only be cannon fodder for others."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator, and the front of the car crashed through the fortifications on the street and headed straight for the suburbs.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

The gangs had no discipline at all, and while it was a long and difficult task to completely eradicate them, it was easy to defeat them.

Only the leader can be defeated, and the rest of the gangsters who joined the gang just to make a fortune will immediately scatter.

Although it won't be long before those who escaped will gather again to make some extra money, it will be enough for Martin and the Bat Family to solve the chaos in Gotham.

There are now only four biggest gangs left in Gotham: Falcone, Manilow, Black Mask and Two-Face.

They are all fighting for the territory left behind by the Penguin after his death, accumulating strength, and then defeating others to stand at the top of Gotham.

The rest are either super criminals working alone who are unable to cause large-scale damage in a short period of time.

Or they are just small-scale gangs that are not a big deal, and the commandos led by Gordon can kill them.

"oracle!"

Martin recreated a whole new channel connecting to the Batcave.

"Jesus Christ, Ma... uh... Batman? I'm glad you're okay."

The Oracle's voice came from the communicator: "Nightwing has finished interrogating Candy, I am checking Penguin's accounts..."

"listen."

Martin interrupted the Oracle: "I want you, Nightwing, and Alfred to move immediately to a place where the Arkham Knight cannot find or contact them, and help me find the locations of the gang leaders who are fighting for the Penguin's territory."

"Because of Jason?" The Oracle's voice was a little low.

Martin responded: "Yes, I wouldn't bet on whether he still has a conscience and when what's left of it will awaken."

"We can't afford to lose anyone now. Evacuate the Batcave immediately."

"understand!"

Oracle listened to Martin's voice, as if Batman had not left, and subconsciously followed the order.

She immediately notified Nightwing and Alfred, and found the location of the Falcone family while leaving.

Nightwing and Oracle retreated to a camouflaged truck, ready to move at all times to prevent others from locking onto their location.

Alfred went to the Wayne Group headquarters to stabilize the chaos caused by Bruce's identity being exposed.

"The Falcone family is celebrating at their family estate. What are you going to do?"

"You will know!"

……

Falcone, who is about to turn seventy, is getting weaker and weaker day by day. Most of the time, he no longer takes care of things and keeps a low profile, as if he has never existed in Gotham.

But today, seeing Batman's identity being revealed, the old man seemed to have a second spring in his body. He stood up directly from the wheelchair and directed his men to fight for the Penguin's territory.

For this purpose, he even called all family members back to the manor to hold a grand dinner party. Ding ding ding!
Old Falcone tapped his wine glass with a spoon, and the area around the long table instantly became quiet.

The younger generations, led by Albert Falcone, fell silent instantly. They looked at the old man who stood up, as if they saw the King of Gotham from more than a decade ago.

"A few days ago, Richard's head was brutally smashed. I didn't make it public, but sent people to investigate the clues. Many people think that I am old and weak and should give up my position."

Old Falcone's voice echoed in the restaurant, and the family members were silent and lowered their heads.

Old Falcone took a deep breath, his face turned redder, and he continued:

"But I endured it because Batman was there, and he was watching us. For the continuation of the family, I had to swallow my anger.

But now that Batman's identity is revealed, he can no longer intimidate us, the era of the Falcone family will return, and Gotham is ours."

Thinking about the past, all the members of the Falcone family became excited and wanted to clink glasses with old Falcone.

At this moment, everyone's eyes went dark, and the huge manor suddenly lost power. All the electrical appliances emitted a burnt smell.

The restaurant suddenly became chaotic, everyone was pushing and shoving the people around them, and the sound of plates and cups falling could be heard.

"Quiet!"

Old Falcone's roar drowned out all other sounds.

His face turned pale, not only because of the appalling performance of the junior in front of him, but also because of the sound coming from the headphones.

"Watch out, Emp!"

"Batmobile, Batmobile break in!"

"This is impossible, this is impossible!"

"Batman, that live broadcast was fake, we were deceived, Batman is here!"

Soon, there was only dead silence in old Falcone's headphones.

Before his old brain could register what was happening, headlights illuminated the restaurant and a long shadow fell to the ground.

It was the shadow of a bat, a symbol of fear, covering all the members of Falcone.

The young Falcones saw the shadow of the bat and retreated screaming, their guns taken away by the old Falcone.

"He's fake!"

Old Falcone sat down in a chair before speaking.

"I am revenge!"

The cold voice echoed in the restaurant, and a light yellow-green gas began to spread.

Wrapped in fear, Falcone and the others gasped for air, inhaling the gas, and the Batman before them became more real.

"I am the night!"

Batman steps forward, the shadow growing larger.

"I am Batman!"

The fear in Falcone's hearts resurfaced, and they collapsed under the shadow of Batman, not daring to take any action.

"You are a fake." Old Falcone still said this, but his lifeless eyes betrayed him.

"I gave you a chance."

Batman stood in front of old Falcone and said slowly: "As long as you are willing to act within the order I set for Gotham, I can tolerate your existence. But you ruined the opportunity I gave you."

"Chance?"

Old Falcone's eyes were bloodshot. He tried hard to maintain his sanity, believing that the person standing in front of him was Batman.

"I am the king of Gotham, not a dog. If I am forced to act according to your order, I would rather die."

"Goodbye then, enjoy Scarecrow's fear gas!"

Batman patted the old man on the shoulder and turned to leave the manor.

Soon after, Gordon arrived with a commando team and saw a group of criminals, including the Falcone family, who chanted "We were deceived, Bruce Wayne is not Batman at all".

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