Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 40: Yelling and rushing towards... (Seeking support)
Martin came outside the factory and whistled towards the sky.

“Chirp, chirp—”

A group of sparrows flapped their wings, came to Martin and flew around him.

"Go find someone who has the aura of these beads."

Martin opened his hand and revealed a bead of amber gold.

The summoned sparrows flew around the bead for a while, then flapped their wings and spread out, looking for the sharp claws transformed by electrum.

Martin let the shadow cast by the steel plant wall cover himself and hide his figure. Even if someone walked past him, they would not notice that there was a living person hiding here.

Although the leaders of the Court of Owls have gone underground, they still need channels to learn what is happening in Gotham, otherwise they will become deaf and blind.

If Martin was a member of the Court of Owls, he would use the families that have lived in Gotham for hundreds of years. They may not have much power or money, but they can undertake the task of collecting intelligence without attracting attention.

But there are too many of these people, who serve the Court of Owls only out of fear, and lack the loyalty and skills to be relegated to peripheral roles.

The truly important tasks should be done by the Claws.

Martin was never humble about such things, and he felt that he was the most important target in the eyes of the Court of Owls.

There must be claws around him watching him.

"Chirp, chirp!"

The sparrows took turns landing on Martin's shoulders, chirping non-stop and telling him about the people they had found.

"Thank you very much." Martin took out a handful of bread crumbs and sprinkled them on the sparrows. He said to them, "After you finish eating, leave quickly. It will be uneasy here soon."

A dozen sparrows quickly pecked the bread crumbs on the ground and left the steel plant without any green leaves.

Martin lowered the wizard hat on his head and grabbed the ground. The invisible shadow was torn off like a curtain and draped over his body, becoming a movable shadow.

The shadow spell will become ineffective once it encounters light, which has great limitations in a big city where there are lights everywhere, but Gotham is an exception.

This haunted place where the sun never fully rises all year round is perfect for the survival of shadows.

Martin hid in the shadows, moving freely in the shadows cast by the steel mill, easily climbed up the tower, and found a sharp claw at the top of the tower.

This clawed creature, whose species is still unknown, crouched low, almost blending into the tower. It had no heartbeat and no breathing, but it was monitoring everything that happened in the steel mill.

Martin made sure that the claw didn't notice him, so he cast a small spell, summoning a gust of wind that directly blew away the scarecrow's fear gas and hid in the claw's shadow.

"Mad, that Martin disappeared."

When the poison gas dissipated, only a few people were left alive. All of them were wounded, their bodies torn open, revealing their white bones.

The blood that flowed from their bodies fell on the ground of the steel plant and then evaporated, leaving a dark red mark.

Scarecrow's men were the first to discover that there was no trace of Martin in the steel mill. They searched almost every corner of the steel mill, but did not find even a trace.

The others who came for Martin couldn't help but shudder when they saw the corpses all over the ground, and deep fear rose in their hearts.

Although Batman is incredibly strong, he doesn't kill people.

The wizard who appeared now was not only powerful, but also didn't care about human life at all, and played them around in circles.

What a nonsense!

The survivors all had the same idea and quickly left the steel plant, dragging their seriously injured bodies.

Although the Scarecrow and his men used poison gas to carry out a massacre, they failed to catch Martin, the human check, and were very angry.

But after smashing things for a while, Scarecrow took his men away. He couldn't find Martin, and he couldn't go toe to toe with the steel plant.

The Scarecrow is paranoid, but not stupid.

When the steel mill was empty, the Claw hiding on the high tower stood on the high place, looked around, and found no trace of Martin, so he jumped directly from the tower and jumped into a random sewer.

Martin had been hiding in the shadow of this claw, and he passed through the complex sewer system without moving himself. "Why do people in Gotham have such a special liking for sewers? The complexity here is even more complicated than the trenches on the battlefield."

Not even Batman has a complete map of Gotham's sewer system.

Martin now has Claws to lead the way, so of course he can't miss the opportunity to memorize the map.

He used the Shadow Technique, and since he couldn't touch a physical pen or paper, he memorized the entire map in his mind.

After the Claw turned the twenty-eighth turn and passed through the third secret door, it finally stopped moving forward.

He waded through the dirty water, walked into a shadow corner, opened a secret door, stepped over the water-separated threshold, walked down the stairs, passed two rows of tall pillars with torches, and entered an underground palace.

Martin still hid in the claw's shadow.

As he walked through the palace gate, he held the staff in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

But nothing happened. This underground palace was equipped with cameras everywhere, but there was no defense mechanism against magic.

Martin broke directly into the core of the underground palace, a room similar to a court.

There stood a man in a black robe on the judge's bench. His entire body was covered in the black robe, not a single part of him was visible, making it impossible to tell whether he was a human or something else.

The jury seats on both sides were filled with men in suits wearing white masks with owl patterns painted on their masks. They sat upright, without any breath of life, like puppets.

"The wizard has disappeared!"

Claw knelt before the black-robed judge and told him everything he had discovered.

The black-robed judge remained silent, seemingly thinking about something.

The moment Martin entered the courtroom, he escaped from the claws, climbed to the ceiling, and dragged himself in the shadow of the chandelier.

He smelled the scent of burning spices in the air and heard the wailing of the shadows around him.

This is not a description, but a fact.

Every corner of this underground palace is soaked with the blood of innocent people, forming a huge cage that traps countless souls and produces evil darkness at all times.

The most obvious manifestation is the chill that even the fire cannot dispel, and the wailing that cannot be ignored as long as one has a little inspiration.

"This is it!"

Martin opened his eyes and prepared for action.

Of course he knew that this place was more than just a court.

But now is not the time to be cautious.

"Then go find him. We must not let that wizard escape from our control."

The black-robed judge banged the gavel vigorously and issued orders to the claws in the court.

hiss--

A shining sword fell from the sky and directly tore the claw kneeling on the ground in half.

"Hello everyone!"

Martin landed, used his cane to completely separate Claw's body, and said to everyone in the courtroom: "I heard someone is looking for me. Is it you?"

"kill him."

The black-robed judge shouted, and everyone in the court rushed towards Martin.

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