Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 37 They will never unite (face slap) [Posted late, sorry]

Martin left the safe house, cast a spell outside to distract pedestrians, and then walked towards the city.

He did not tell Barbara about his concerns, that the League of Assassins was really working with the Court of Owls.

Both organizations are extremely xenophobic.

The Assassin's League requires its members to undergo brainwashing and pledge allegiance to Ra's al Ghul, while the Court of Owls only recruits powerful and wealthy people from Gotham to become its management.

What's more, the League of Assassins has captured Bruce Wayne, posing a threat to his life.

Logically speaking, these two organizations should be incompatible.

But the super criminal who escaped from Arkham Asylum suddenly went crazy and refused to fight for the territory vacated after the four big gangs were killed. It was obvious that he was stimulated by something.

To do this, you must be very familiar with Gotham.

The Court of Owls is based in Gotham, and the League of Assassins has Jason Todd as the Arkham Knight.

But Jason Todd is not a patient man. If he really had plans for those super criminals, he would have done it long ago and would never have waited until now.

"These lackeys of Barbatos are trying to drag Gotham into the sea of fire in order to divert my attention."

Martin is furious that Gotham is about to suffer.

Although many people have told him that he can do whatever he wants with his abilities.

But Martin felt that he was a good man and was unwilling to indulge himself, otherwise he would be no different from a beast.

The lions and tigers on the African savannah are the most self-indulgent. They kill when they want, eat when they want, and no one cares what they do.

But so what?

In the end, they are nothing more than mindless creatures wandering in a primitive wasteland, and are dispensable to the world.

Martin doesn't want to be that kind of beast. He wants to use his abilities to help good people and punish bad people.

He had done so in all his past adventures, and he still had to do so today to save Gotham from being thrown into the flames.

Martin looked up at the sun that was struggling to emerge from the clouds in the south.

It's just twelve o'clock.

"There's still plenty of time. Who should we start with?"

Martin's plan was simple: find the criminals and take action directly.

If those guys knew what was best for them, he would spare their lives. If they didn't, he would kill them.

I picked up a few leaves from the roadside and threw them on the ground.

Martin plans to use divination to decide who to attack first.

But looking at the pattern of the leaves falling, he exclaimed, "Damn, why is Nightwing surrounded?"

As soon as the divination result came out, Barbara's voice came from the communicator: "Martin, Nightwing is surrounded by a group of criminals on a street near Wayne Building."

"what happened?"

Martin cast a speed spell on his legs and rushed out.

Barbara quickly explained, “After Nightwing learned about the riot in the city, he took several mercenaries he had recruited to replenish supplies and then go capture people.

But just now, someone posted a bounty on the dark web for several of us, and indicated Nightwing's coordinates."

"I understand. You continue to look for Batman's whereabouts, and I will go rescue Nightwing."

Martin opened the dark web while running and saw that the Assassin's League's bounty on him stated his identity as a wizard.

He was immediately certain that the League of Assassins and the Court of Owls were mixed up.

He had no contact with the League of Assassins today, and the assassins' source of information would only be the Court of Owls.

……

"Alas!"

Firefly was wearing homemade armor, with a backpack spewing out a flame tail with black smoke. He flew into the air, and his flamethrower shot out long tongues of fire, turning the entire street into a sea of fire.

"It's so fucking awesome!"

Firefly looked at the blazing flames, especially Nightwing and his crew who were trapped in the car. They felt like their G-spots were touched and they were about to reach orgasm.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

Death Shooter wanted to shoot the fireflies in the sky. It was not difficult for him.

But he just leaned forward slightly, and the scorching flames came towards him.

If Nightwing hadn't pulled him back, his head would have turned into a black boiled egg.

"We can jump into the sewer. That's my territory. I'm very familiar with it."

Killer Croc took big bites of the barbecue.

With a simple mind, he completely forgot what happened last night. After opening his eyes and seeing the feast and cash in front of him, he immediately became Nightwing's loyal subordinate.

After finishing the barbecue, he skewered the raw meat, stuck it out of the car window, and grilled the meat on the spot.

The javelin captain and his men just huddled in a corner, not saying a word, just wanting to slack off.

"Damn Batman!"

Nightwing scolds Batman when he is undecided.

He looked at the car full of problem children with a headache and regretted a little bit for following Martin's request.

But he couldn't just leave all the people in the car here.

"Put your claws back, or I'll deduct your salary."

Nightwing took a tough attitude and scolded Killer Croc first.

Killer Croc was stunned, and quickly withdrew his hand and closed the window.

When Nightwing turned around to scold the others, Crocodile secretly took out the half-cooked barbecue, swallowed it in one gulp, and quietly threw the skewer into the corner.

When Nightwing turned his head back, he pretended to sit upright again.

"Lawton, shoot down the firefly for me."

Nightwing opened the floor of the carriage, pulled out a set of fire-fighting equipment, and put it on Deadshot's face.

"I know you're an accurate shooter, don't kill the firefly."

Death Shooter adjusted his gun and complained, "Boss, why don't you kill anyone at this time? That crazy guy Firefly wants to kill us all."

Nightwing ignored Death Shooter and said, "Stop pretending. Forget about the others, but are you really going to miss the target?"

“Workers have such a hard life!”

Death Shooter complained and pointed his gun at the fireflies having fun in the sky, aiming at his fuel tank.

boom!
The flames exploded, and the flames raging in the street suddenly jumped three feet high, biting the fireflies frolicking in the sky and dragging them into the sea of fire.

"Hmm?" Nightwing stared at Deadshot.

"Not me. I didn't fire a single shot, boss!"

The Death Shooter quickly let go of the rifle in his hand, lest his financial sponsor be unhappy and deduct his salary.

Nightwing wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and whispered, "I hope it's not another super criminal, otherwise we will be doomed here."

Everyone else in the car nodded in agreement.

call--

A strong wind came down from the sky, bringing with it a rolling cold current, swirling down large flakes of snow, suppressing all the flames on the street.

Nightwing and his group, who were so hot just now that they wanted to take off all their clothes, were shivering with cold in an instant.

Killer Croc, a cold-blooded animal, couldn't help but start dozing off.

The glass that was burnt black by the flames was covered with a layer of white frost.

Nightwing saw a figure approaching and picked up a weapon.

The Death Shooter and his men also pointed their guns outside the car.

At this time, they would rather believe that there were enemies outside the car.

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