Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 26 No one can save you! (Seeking support)

Thanks to those bad cops in Gotham Police Department.

Everything that happened in Falcone Manor quickly spread throughout the city, like a bucket of cold water poured on the restless Gotham.

The thugs on the street seemed to hear the sound of bats flapping their wings and returning. The shadow of fear seemed to appear around them again, and they instantly became much more obedient.

One live broadcast can’t offset a decade of Batman’s prestige.

It is also difficult for most people to associate the playboy Bruce Wayne with the Dark Knight.

When Gordon brought the Falcone family back to the Gotham Police Department with great fanfare, half of the people in Gotham believed that the live broadcast was fake, while the other half wanted to use this excuse to gain more benefits before Batman showed up.

Martin didn't care about the situation on the streets. He received a message from the oracle and learned that the Maniro family was recruiting soldiers and wanted to take over all of the Penguin's territory.

Compared to Falcone, who is bound by family, Manilow is more of a gangster and cares more about money.

So while Falcone was still holding a family gathering, the Maniro family was already preparing for the attack.

"They are two old guys who don't know how to cherish opportunities. They actually think they can survive until today by themselves."

As Martin said to old Falcone, the only reason they were able to survive surrounded by crazy and perverted people like Two-Face, Black Mask, and the Joker was because of Batman's acquiescence.

These old-school gangs are needed to keep the new gangs at bay.

But now, since they are so ignorant as to want to break the limits, Martin doesn't know what Bruce will do, but he will never keep these people anymore.

……

In a makeshift camp, captains of the Maniro family were distributing weapons to newly recruited members.

And these weapons were looted from the Penguin's warehouse.

Without the Penguin Man as their leader, his subordinates fled one after another, and countless smuggled goods were piled up in the warehouse, all of which became the property of the Penguin Man's enemies.

Martin watched from afar the beams of light shooting into the sky, ejected himself from the Batmobile, spread his cape in the air, and glided away from the Manilow patrols.

When the wind was weak, he shot out the grappling gun, grabbed the gargoyle statue next to the building not far away, swung it hard, and squatted next to the building to overlook the entire camp.

In order to guard against sneak attacks, the entire camp was lit up with headlights, making the camp as bright as day.

"That saves me a lot of work!"

Martin muttered quietly, memorizing all the patrol routes of the entire camp and planning a route to the location of Old Maniro.

This was not a difficult task. In order to highlight his return, Old Maniro made his tent different from others and very conspicuous.

As for those patrollers, Martin did not look down on them, but they did not pay attention to what was happening around them at all. They were just walking along the prescribed route, which was no different from punching in at work.

This is the result of not having training. Even if you want to, you can't be strict and disciplined.

But for Martin, that's a good thing.

He used the grappling gun to rappel into the camp in the gaps between the moving searchlights, and nimbly moved among the supplies in the house, easily avoiding the patrols without making any sound throughout the process.

Click!

He turned on the night vision system built into his helmet and looked towards the gorgeously decorated tent. Two human figures with orange-red glow appeared in front of him, and he could even hear their conversation.

"Falcone has been caught, and Bruce Wayne is not Batman."

"So what? This is our only chance."

"It's too risky. We don't need to..."

"I am the master of the Manilo family."

Martin didn't eavesdrop for too long. He threw two flash grenades into the tent window, kicked open the door and threw out the bat dart.

beep!
When the batarang hits the target, it makes a sound not of piercing flesh, but of hitting wood.

This is a trap!
Martin turned off the night vision system of his helmet. His tent was ripped away and dozens of people surrounded him, armed with rifles, machine guns, and rocket launchers.

Further outside, there were homemade armored vehicles and small tanks, all with their guns pointed at him.

"Batman, you are in my hands now." Old Manilow is a strong man. Although he is old, his voice is very loud when he shouts, and his laughter is even louder.

Finally waited until this day.

Old Manilow looked at the surrounded Batman with pride and felt younger.

For ten years, he had been enduring and acting within the boundaries set by Batman, and at one point he even thought that he would never be able to escape his shadow until his death.

But today, God finally showed up.

"Manillo, you're a little smarter than old Falcone."

Martin spoke slowly, the lenses on his helmet reflecting his cold gaze.

Even though he was just one person, there were dozens of people in the Manilo family, and there were even more people outside, but those who were swept by the cold gaze subconsciously shrank their necks.

Old Maniro was full of pride and snorted, "I caught you, so I'm smarter than that idiot Falcone. He actually thought you would be caught. That guy is really old."

"Ah!"

As soon as Martin finished praising him, he belittled him in the next sentence: "But you are not smart enough, otherwise you wouldn't give me time to react."

hum-

A shrill sound came from the clouds above, and the bat fighter penetrated the clouds and arrived above the camp in an instant.

The next moment, countless stun grenades fell, and the dazzling light and explosion waves exploded into flowers symbolizing destruction in the camp.

The Manilo family, who had no anti-aircraft firepower, were blown to the ground. Everything in front of their eyes was blank, and their ears were buzzing. They fell to the ground, trying to find something to grab, but in the end they could only grab the mud on the ground with their powerlessness.

"Did you miss me?"

Nightwing's voice came from the communicator, and Martin shook his head helplessly: "If you come later, I will be beaten into a sieve by these."

As he talked to Nightwing, he scanned the chaotic camp and found the escaped Old Maniro.

"You old man, you're pretty tough. You were able to escape like this."

"Nightwing, I'll leave the others to you. I'll go after Manilo."

"I can handle these guys by myself."

Nightwing turned the joystick, and the Vulcan machine gun rotated, firing a large number of rubber bullets and anesthetic smoke bombs, directly covering the entire camp.

Martin put on the filter, kicked his legs, and rushed out nearly ten meters, heading straight for Old Maniro.

He pulled out his grappling gun, swung over the wall of a nearby building, passed over the gang members who were being tortured by stun grenades, rubber bullets, and anesthetics, landed in front of Manilo, and punched him.

"Roar--"

The roar of a wild beast was heard and Martin smelled a fishy odor, as if something was rotten.

He instinctively dodged backwards, avoiding a large hand that was grabbing at him.

The big hand and its owner were covered in green scales, nearly three meters tall, with sharp teeth, and only wearing a pair of shorts. They looked very much like a standing, walking crocodile.

"Bat, delicious!"

Killer Croc roared and swung his hand, his sharp claws scratching several deep grooves on the ground towards Batman.

Killer Croc!

Martin recognized the other person's identity instantly.

Killer Croc was definitely recruited by Manilow.

He shook his head, got into a fighting stance, and said in a deep voice:
"No one can save you today, Manilo!"

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