Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 29 Goodbye, Mr. Bain! (Please read and comment!)

The raging flames emitted enough heat to instantly cook human flesh, and the shock wave hit his body, and even with the protection of armor, his chest felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Martin flew out and spread his cloak in the air to reduce the impact of the explosion, but he still crashed into a car on the side of the road, causing a large dent in the door and glass to fall on him.

"It hurts so much!"

Martin took two seconds to catch his breath, grabbed the almost dented car door, and slowly stood up.

The street lights on both sides of the street were off, thick darkness occupied everything, and there was deathly silence all around, as if the explosion just now had never happened.

Martin pressed his chest and looked into the distance. Even without the instruments on the bat helmet, he could see a sturdy or even huge shadow pushing through the thick darkness and slowly walking towards him.

As Martin listened to the heavy footsteps, he thought of the big villains in Gotham.

He didn't really want to get entangled with the other party. Now that Two-Face and Black Mask were captured, he should seize this opportunity to use chaos to defeat several large gangs.

He really doesn't have time to deal with these people.

But the snipers hiding in the dark and their sniper rifles loaded with armor-piercing bullets don't think so.

Martin was being stared at by several guns. If he moved a little, he would be shot into a sieve. In order not to be turned into a sieve, he could only stay still for the time being and look for a chance to escape.

"Another Batman, what a rarity!"

The slightly hoarse voice tore apart the curtain of night covering the streets.

Martin finally saw the mastermind of the attack.

He is 2 meters tall, with bulging muscles visible in places on his upper body that are not covered by the tactical vest.

He wore a wrestler mask with a white skull printed on it. His eyes were unexpectedly clear, but hidden behind the clarity was a bloodthirsty desire no less than that of a wild beast.

A large jar filled with purple liquid was implanted in his back. Transparent tubes extended from the jar into his arms, back, and even his spinal cord and brain.

"Bane!"

Martin recognized the other person's identity. In fact, it would have been difficult for him not to recognize him.

As a legendary figure who truly defeated Batman, Bane's name is still circulating in the streets of Gotham.

Just like any other criminal, Bane tried to defeat Batman's will, but failed by breaking Batman's back and giving him a chance to breathe.

At the end of the decisive battle between the two, Bane ingested too much Titan venom, causing his brain to overload and lose his proud IQ. He became an ordinary mercenary and never gained any advantage over Batman again.

"Has your brain recovered?"

Martin watched the mercenaries' well-organized tactical actions around him and realized that something was wrong with Bane.

"Truth never fails, Batman. Although I do not know who is behind this mask, your rule over Gotham will fail and will be broken by Bane himself."

Bane did not answer the question directly, but listening to his poetic tone, Martin knew that his brain had completely returned to normal.

Who helped Bane heal his brain, was it the League of Assassins, or some other organization that has not yet appeared?
Martin, who was originally planning to leave, suddenly changed his mind. He smiled calmly and said to Bane, "I was originally going to leave because, to me, including Two-Face, Black Mask and you, are just NPCs in a game and not worth paying too much attention to."

"But now, you've got my interest."

He took a fighting stance, and the structure of the bat armor on his body underwent a slight change, becoming more suitable for combat and putting more pressure on the human body.

"I hope you won't let me down, Bane. I hope you can bring me some different kinds of fun."

"Batman, you are as arrogant as ever!"

Bane was enraged, igniting his will to fight.

“We live in a chaotic world, and we continue to create chaos with order.”

Martin pushed the ground with his feet, and the leg armor moved, providing greater power, and the whole person was shot out like a cannonball.

Boom!
His fist hit Bane's arms that were protecting his chest, making a dull sound.

Both men stepped back, Bane retreating further, staggering before he could steady himself.

As soon as Martin landed, he rushed out again, his voice echoing in the air: "I want to get the people we cherish away from this chaotic world..." His cloak that disturbed his vision was grabbed by Bane, who immediately pressed the button to separate the cloak and armor.

Then he leaped three meters high, and his right leg, like an axe that could split mountains, chopped towards Bane's head.

boom!
Bane crossed his arms above his head to block the leg that was falling from above, but the huge force transmitted forced him back several steps.

Martin became excited and rushed towards Bane again, punching, punching, and punching again, regardless of the armor overheating due to loading operation.

"It must be even crazier than this crazy world!"

Boom!
Martin punched Bane's arms apart, and the armor on his right hand overheated, spewing out a torrent of hot air.

"Even crazier!"

Boom!
The hand armor stopped working and small broken parts popped out, but Martin broke Bane's ribs, causing him to spit blood and stain his mask red.

"Even crazier, even more insane!"

He roared, and without the support of his armor, he locked one of Bane's hands with his right hand, grabbed his thigh with his left hand, lifted him up in one breath, and smashed him towards the Batmobile.

Boom!
Poor Bane has been demented for too long and has no idea to what extent Batman's black technology has evolved. He also misjudged the difference between Bruce and Martin.

The two mistakes combined prevented him from even using his ultimate weapon, the Titan Venom, and he was knocked to the ground by Martin.

"Maybe you really are Batman, but you're not the Batman we know."

Bane struggled to sit up. The fall just now broke most of his ribs, one arm, and the bone of his left calf.

"The Batman we know is crazy because he can endure all kinds of pain and irrationality. But you, you are a desperate madman, like an erupting volcano, destroying everything in your way."

“Great summary!”

Martin wanted to applaud Bane, but his right hand was burned by the heat released by the armor overload.

"We just met for the first time, and you have summarized it so accurately. You are indeed a smart man."

"Unfortunately……"

Martin pulled out the batarang and thrust it toward Bane.

"You want to kill me?"

"Of course not. After all, Batman doesn't kill people."

He used a bat dart to cut the tube on Bane's back, and purple venom gushed out from the broken tube.

"Okay, you actually want to delay time..."

Martin suddenly raised his voice, holding the sharp bat dart and stabbed it towards Bane's heart.

bang bang...

The gunman hiding in the dark fired decisively.

Not only bullets were fired, but also grenades and shells.

"Goodbye, Mr. Bain!"

Martin smiled at Bane, threw a tracker into his wound, and jumped into the Batmobile.

Boom!

An explosion sounded, and Bane, without the Titan Venom, could not withstand the flames and shock waves of the explosion.

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