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Chapter 38 I’m Afraid They Won’t Come (Please Read, Thanks for Your Support)

Martin tapped the ground with his cane, and everyone in the car fell to the ground as if they were carrying a heavy burden, with their faces pressed against the cold car body, unable to even lift their heads.

"Where did this bastard come from? I'm freezing cold, ah-choo... It's really cold, I want to sleep..."

Killer Croc was stubborn and supported himself on the floor with both hands, trying to stand up against the invisible pressure.

But the harder he resisted, the greater the invisible pressure on his body, and the cold enveloped him from all directions, triggering the hibernation properties of his cold-blooded animal.

This stubborn guy shouted a few times at the top of his lungs, and then fell silent, with a snoring sound like the beating of a drum coming out of his mouth.

Deadshot and the other slick guys didn't move on the surface, but their eyes were all fixed on Killer Croc.

When they saw that even Killer Croc, a big guy with thick skin and flesh, couldn't break through the sudden invisible pressure, they stopped resisting and just lay there obediently.

Squeak!

The car door was opened a crack.

Everyone looked over, but only a hand stretched out from the gap, grabbed Nightwing, pulled him out, and then closed the car door tightly.

"horse……"

Martin put his finger to his lips in a hushing gesture.

Nightwing recognized Martin and quickly put down the short stick in his hand. He lowered his voice and said, "It's you! You are so mysterious, you really look like a wizard."

"No time for jokes with you."

Martin knocked Nightwing's hand away when he tried to grab his hat, and said to him, "Listen to me next. If you have any questions, ask Barbara."

"This morning, I raided a base of the Court of Owls. But in order to stop me from tracking them, they secretly fueled the Assassin's League's actions that would destroy Gotham."

"The Court of Owls?" Nightwing widened his eyes, finding it absurd.

Martin raised his hand to stop him from speaking further and said:

"I'll deal with the troublemakers in the city. You take the others and follow Barbara's instructions to rescue Bruce."

"I understand. I must rescue Bruce before midnight."

Although Nightwing's mind was full of question marks, he suppressed his instinctive reaction.

Less than forty-eight hours after Bruce was captured, not only was Gotham in chaos, but divisions also arose within the Wayne Organization.

A considerable number of managers no longer want to stay in Gotham.

International financial groups like the Wayne Group are very tenacious. No matter in which country, as long as they take root, they will sprout.

During the ten years that Bruce Wayne traveled, Alfred, as the guardian designated by the Waynes, suppressed the faction that wanted to take away the Wayne Group headquarters.

After Bruce returned, as the legitimate successor to the group, he led the group to grow bigger and stronger in Gotham, and no one mentioned this matter again.

But now, Bruce has been kidnapped, and the group’s executives are feeling grieving for their loss, and they are once again asking the group to move out of Gotham.

Alfred no longer had the status of guardian, and as a butler, he had no say in such meetings.

Although Nightwing, also known as Dick Grayson, is Bruce's publicly adopted son and heir, he is not in the company for many years and does not have enough prestige.

If Bruce is not rescued, the trouble caused by the crazy people in Arkham will be a small matter. They will just fight and smash things, and at most break the branches of the trees.

But once the Wayne Group moved away, Gotham lost this life-saving infusion bottle, and the city was truly finished.

"Take action now, go!"

Martin patted Nightwing's shoulder, pulled out some parchment, and drew a few symbols on the parchment with a quill.

"Time is urgent. The protective and buffing spells I drew temporarily are only valid for one day. Please use them carefully."

Nightwing took the parchment, stuffed it into his belt, and said confidently: "Don't worry, I will take care of this little thing for you. After rescuing Bruce this time, I will make fun of him." Martin was speechless when he saw Nightwing being burned to ashes by the fireflies and still having a quarrel with Bruce.

"Forget it. Just be careful. Don't forget who your opponent is this time. Make sure you don't fail to rescue Bruce and end up getting yourself involved."

Thinking of Arkham Knight, Nightwing became serious: "Don't worry, I'm ready to deal with him."

He turned his head to look at the car full of mercenaries and whispered to Martin, "Go ahead. I'll take these guys to search for suspicious places in Gotham."

Martin nodded, turned around and took a few steps, then turned to Nightwing and said, "You need to think of an excuse to save Bruce in advance. If you get exposed again this time, I won't be able to cover it up for you anymore."

"I see. Why are you so nagging like an old lady?"

Nightwing complained, quickly opening the door and hiding in the car.

Boom!
"Hey!"

Nightwing was hit on the head by the cane, and Martin's voice rang in his ears: "You ungrateful fellow, I kindly reminded you, but you still dared to complain about me."

"Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend!"

Nightwing touched the painful spot on his head, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and hurried away.

Martin sent Nightwing away with a fuss and came to the body of Firefly.

He lifted up his metal mask, and a puff of hot air came out. His body turned into a large piece of cooked meat, emitting an unpleasant smell.

But the face that was licked by the flames and was unrecognizable still maintained a hideous smile.

This guy who was obsessed with fire all his life eventually died in the fire he pursued. Although his death was tragic,...

"Alas, I wonder what he was thinking about in the last moments of his life, and whether he got the satisfaction he was looking for."

Martin ran his staff across Firefly's armor, and pieces of it fell off, revealing its roasted corpse.

"How sad it is to be able to obtain satisfaction only from pain all your life!"

He sighed, and a pale green light shone from his cane, shining on the corpse of the firefly.

The corpse covered by the light quickly decomposed into particles that were invisible to the naked eye and were blown away by Gotham's wind that was mixed with an unspeakable smell.

"Alfred, my name is Martin and I need a favor."

After dealing with the body of Firefly, Martin contacted the old butler who was busy dealing with the executives of Wayne Group.

"Mr. Martin, please speak!"

Although Alfred tried hard to control his breathing, Martin could still hear that his breathing was a little disordered.

Each of those executives holds a large amount of resources, and each of them is no worse than the Penguin. It is not easy for Alfred to deal with them.

Martin didn't exchange pleasantries and said directly: "I would like to ask you to increase my bounty on the dark web. The higher the better."

"If you do this, many people will target you." Alfred was very surprised.

Martin answered confidently, "I'm not afraid of them coming, I'm just afraid of them not coming. This will buy time for Barbara and Dick."

"I'm going to do it now!"

The old butler immediately understood Martin's intention.

After Martin hung up the phone, he went to the TV station and asked them to release a news item.

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