Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 39 An unexpected dog-eat-dog situation (please read on!)

"My name is Martin, and I know a lot of people in Gotham want my head right now."

"But I have to say that the people walking around the streets of Gotham right now are a bunch of garbage that is neither human nor ghost."

"I'm at the Siones Steel Works. If you have the guts, come and I promise you'll get what you want."

……

Under the financial offensive, screens on the streets of Gotham are playing Martin's "declaration of war" against Gotham, and he himself has walked into the shut down Cyonness Steel Plant.

"You're crazy. If you provoke me like this, the whole of Gotham will come to kill you."

After seeing the news, Barbara quickly called Martin.

“I just let them come to me.”

Martin walked on the ladder. The furnace in the steel plant did not stop because Black Mask was caught. The boiling molten steel flowed in the pipes, emitting heat that distorted the air.

"There are so many criminals in Gotham that it would take me more than a dozen days, let alone a dozen hours, to catch them all."

"Then it would be better if I took the initiative to provoke them and let them come to me. It would not only save trouble, but also buy you more time."

"But it's too dangerous." Barbara was conflicted. She knew Martin was doing the right thing, but she was worried about his safety.

Even through the communicator, Martin could hear Barbara's worry and comforted her, "I'm not bragging, but none of these people in Gotham can hurt me today."

"Just focus on finding Bruce's whereabouts. You don't have to worry about me."

"Hmm!" Barbara's voice was still full of worry: "I have ruled out most areas of Gotham and locked on a few special areas that are difficult for machines to survey. I can only let Nightwing and the others go to scout the situation personally."

"it is good!"

Martin walked to the very center of the steel mill and stood above a furnace filled with molten steel.

"hiss--"

On the steel beam above Martin's head, a woman in a brown snake-print leather jacket with black circles around her eyes was staring at him.

The woman's legs were as soft as a snake's tail, tightly wrapped around the steel beam, and a red snake core came out of her mouth, with her occasionally exposed fangs dripping with smelly venom.

"It's God's will that the other idiots haven't arrived yet. This $5 million reward is mine."

Copperhead is a killer. She doesn't have any lofty aspirations and just wants to make money and enjoy life.

In her eyes, Martin was not a person, but a pile of green money, which was the guarantee for her to live a life of luxury in Hawaii in the next few years.

The greed for wealth made the copperhead snake feel itchy. She saw Martin lying on the railing, looking down at the molten steel in the furnace, and she couldn't wait to rush out.

Three meters, two meters, one meter!
The copperhead snake was getting closer and closer to Martin's neck, and her fangs were just a little bit away from biting the other's neck and injecting venom into it.

boom!
Martin suddenly turned around and hit the copperhead snake's belly with the top of his cane, knocking it flying.

The copperhead snake was unable to react in time and was knocked flying, falling into a furnace filled with molten steel.

Suddenly, her legs stretched out as if they had no bones, hooked onto the fence under the ladder, swung in the air, and flew above Martin, spewing a purple poisonous mist from her mouth.

Martin took two steps back, shaking his cane. The temperature of the furnace beneath him increased, and strong hot wind blew out, blowing away the poisonous mist that was attacking him.

Then he drew the long sword from his waist, strode forward, and swung the sword at the copper-headed snake's head.

The copperhead snake swung its legs and moved around the ladder, trying to get behind Martin and deliver a fatal blow.

Martin turned his wrist and stabbed the sword straight down, nailing the leg or tail of the venomous snake.

"my leg!"

Although Copperhead, the master of judo, can be as flexible as a boneless person, he cannot ignore the pain.

Martin ignored the snake's wailing and swung his cane, knocking her unconscious.

Then he drew his sword and threw it towards the shadows. The blade reflected the light of the molten steel, emitting a dazzling light, and pierced through the chest of Victor Zass, who was covered with tattoos. "Since you are here, come out!"

Martin knocked his cane on the ground, and the sound grew louder and spread throughout the steel mill: "If you want to kill me, you should at least stand up first!"

He didn't use any magic.

If you want to delay time, you have to give a glimmer of hope to the person who is watching you secretly.

If he uses a big move right from the start and scares people away, they will then go and cause trouble for other people and all of Martin's work will be in vain.

"Ha ha ha, even Batman is not as arrogant as you. I will make your body into a specimen so that Gotham will know how powerful we are."

A brown poisonous gas rose from the steel plant and quickly swept to every corner, but it did not dissipate and enveloped the entire steel plant.

scarecrow!
Martin took out a filter and pressed it against his mouth to prevent himself from inhaling the poisonous gas of fear.

This is not the reduced-power poison gas bomb he had used before. Just inhaling a little bit of it will cause irreversible damage to a person's nerves.

Although the filter made by Batman is powerful, it cannot completely block the invasion of fear gas.

Fortunately, Martin still had magic. He cast a protective spell to isolate his body from the poisonous gas.

But the other people in the steel mill did not have such ability. They did not expect the Scarecrow to appear suddenly. They suddenly inhaled the fear gas and fell into the deepest fear one by one.

“This is going better than I thought.”

Martin looked at the poisonous gases around him and did not dispel them.

He originally thought he would have to have a good fight with these criminals, but Scarecrow's poison gas helped him a lot.

Those second- and third-rate killers took a few breaths of the poison gas and fell to the ground. Their blood turned black and they choked and stopped breathing.

Those who are still alive will fight recklessly, using all means at their disposal to kill anyone they see.

Martin found a place to sit down, watching the killers fighting in the poisonous fog, silently calculating the time in his mind.

On a whim, he wanted to use divination to calculate Bruce's whereabouts, but threw out a few leaves in his pocket.

As expected, no results!

Divination itself is a very mysterious thing, and Batman has too many secrets. It is normal that nothing can be figured out when the two are combined.

Scarecrow's men came over. They were wearing large protective suits that allowed them to last longer in the poisonous fog.

With a gun in his hand and night vision goggles on his face, he searched for Martin's whereabouts.

They did not find Martin.

Because Martin had left the steel mill.

……

Still in the darkness of Gotham, the men in black robes gathered again.

"Our plan was successful. The wizard really stopped targeting us and started chasing after those worthless minions."

"Perhaps we can go a step further and get rid of this trouble."

"What about the Assassin's League?"

"Don't add unnecessary complications!"

The Patriarch suppressed all the voices and ordered: "There is no need for us to charge forward. Cut off all clues and go underground. Do not carry out any more activities."

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