Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 32 Cut off the enemy's black hand (Please read and support!)
"Test, test, one, two, three... Martin, can you hear me?"

One street after Martin walked away from the safe house, Barbara's voice came from the communicator.

"Could it be that the communication system has been attacked again?"

He stopped and looked around, worried that an attack on the communications system might expose the location of the safe house.

"No, I'm just worried that you'll become a wizard and make the surrounding electronic equipment inoperable, so I'm doing an experiment."

Martin complained with a frown on his face: "Sister, you have watched too much Harry Potter. Even the wizards at Hogwarts are not so outrageous!"

"Haha, so you don't know?"

Barbara's awkward laughter came from the communicator, and she whispered, "This is my first time seeing a real wizard. I'll have experience next time. By the way, can you turn into Harry Potter?"

"Maybe. I can't say for sure."

Martin didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the subject and said, "I'm going to cut off communication from now on. I'll contact you if I have something to say. If you have anything to say, just leave me a message."

Barbara was surprised and said, "Even the communication is cut off. Could it be that your opponent can cast spells through sound?"

"At least I will!"

Barbara took a breath and said in shock, "I understand. I promise not to contact you and I will notify others."

"Keep an eye on the Assassin's League. They won't suffer any loss."

Martin hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and told where he was going.

"Pay first, drive later!"

The taxi driver showed no reaction to Martin in wizard costume and just held out his hand for money.

Martin suppressed his laughter and said, "If you don't use the meter, how do you know how much to pay? What if you cheat me? What should I do?"

"If you don't pay, get off the bus!"

The driver patted the iron fence that separated him from the passengers and said impatiently, "Gotham is in such a mess now. If you run away as soon as you get off the car, I can't get any money even if I blow your head off with a shotgun!"

Martin nodded helplessly, took out a hundred dollars and handed it over: "If it's not enough, tell me later!"

"Pooh!"

The driver checked the authenticity of the banknotes in a way that Martin had never seen before, then stepped on the accelerator and sped along the road, turning on the radio.

Martin was no stranger to the wildness of Gotham's taxi drivers, and he pricked up his ears to listen to today's news.

"Last night, the gangsters who have been entrenched in Gotham for many years, Carmine Falcone, Sal Maroni, Two-Face Harvey Dent, and Black Mask Sean Romanis were captured by a mysterious man and sent to the Gotham Police Department.

Although the police did not reveal the identity of the mysterious man, everyone believed that this was another miracle created by Batman. The live broadcast about 'Bruce Wayne is Batman' is all rumors..."

"That's what I said. How could that wealthy businessman be Batman? Who would give up their good life and risk death to fight with the lunatics in Arkham Asylum?"

The driver slapped the steering wheel, as if he had grasped some extraordinary truth.

Martin listened quietly to the news broadcast on the radio. This matter had nothing to do with him. It was probably the work of the news agency under the Wayne Group.

In this way, although the traces of Martin's actions will disappear, last night's actions were still used by Alfred to temporarily suppress the riots of Gotham's local gangs.

When the news on the radio finished, the driver drove the car to the destination.

Martin turned his head and looked outside. Under the gray sky, the vast public cemetery exuded a gloomy atmosphere, and the tall trees on the edge of the cemetery looked like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.

"We're here, get off the bus quickly."

The driver urged impatiently, not wanting to stay in this place any longer. Martin shook his head and got out of the car, leaning on his yew cane, and strode into the cemetery.

He walked among the rows of tombstones, through the shadows reflected by the skylight, and felt the surroundings were so quiet that it made him feel uneasy. He could even hear the sound of his robe dragging on the ground and rubbing against the grass clearly.

His eyes swept across the tombstones of different styles, memorizing each name in his mind.

Martin actually had already made up his mind about what happened this morning.

There are certainly many people and things related to magic in Gotham, but the only ones who can lock up such a large number of souls and summon such deep darkness are the Court of Owls and their master, Barbatos.

Martin didn't want to face the big devil Barbatos right now.

But just as he said to Barbara, in the world of magic, once you notice something, it will follow you like a shadow, especially a big devil-level figure like Barbatos.

He had no desire to defeat, nor the ability to defeat Barbatos; he only wanted the Court of Owls.

Although Barbatos can stir up trouble in the dark multiverse, he cannot cross the line between light and darkness at any time.

As long as he cuts off the opponent's black hand reaching into the bright multiverse, he will not be able to pose a threat to Martin in a short time.

This period of time may be very short for an immortal species like Barbatos whose life span is almost infinite, but for the people on Earth it is just a dozen years or even several decades.

Martin could actually wait for the Court of Owls to come to him.

He is looking for Barbatos's lackey, and Barbatos will not let him go.

But Martin doesn't like to be passive, so he has to take the initiative and kill the opponent first.

The Court of Owls likes to use Amber Gold and Dionysus Factor to transform certain specific people, turning them into "claws" whose bodies are immortal and who always obey their commands.

Nightwing's great-grandfather was one of the victims, and was ordered by the Court of Owls to kill one of Bruce's ancestors.

With Barbatos around, Martin couldn't start from the soul's perspective and find the location of the bound soul.

And even if he found those souls, they might not be with the Court of Owls.

But it’s different with corpses. Whether the transformation is successful or not, the Court of Owls has to handle those corpses.

After all, Amber Gold and Dionysus Factor are not common commodities that can be found everywhere, and the Court of Owls cannot afford meaningless consumption.

"William Cobb!"

After Martin went around the entire cemetery, he finally found the tombstone of Nightwing's great-grandfather.

Only a short section of this tombstone, which was erected more than a hundred years ago, remains. It is full of holes eroded by wind and rain, and has signs of peeling in many places.

"Luckily there's still one name left."

He raised his yew cane, drew a circle around the name on the tombstone, and whispered:

"The forgotten name, the lost body, turned into flying wings, to find the soul that sank into darkness..."

Amid the calming sound, the blurred name on the tombstone suddenly moved, trembling and transforming into a butterfly, circling Martin three times, and then flew away.

Martin did not follow immediately, but waited until the butterfly transformed from the human name stabilized its flying direction before revealing a satisfied smile.

"It seems my naming magic can be used normally in this world!"

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