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Chapter 412 New Identity (Please subscribe, read, comment on monthly tickets)
Martin simply reinforced the seal of the Mother Box and left the fortress.

"It's not like you to just leave so easily."

Diana asked Martin this question only after she followed him out of the fort.

Although he made it clear that he did not want any special rights on Paradise Island, Diana would not miss the opportunity to enhance his authority in the hearts of the Amazons.

Although Martin's ability to reset other people's memories has not disappeared, if the alliance wants to implement its plan, the Amazons will have to know of Martin's existence sooner or later.

"My original idea was to use and do something with Apocalypse, but now I find that thing is too quiet."

Martin sat steadily on the horse, feeling a little uneasy when he mentioned this matter.

"The existence of the new gods is not only more flexible than the old gods, but they also have a system in the material world that is sufficient to support interstellar warfare. When we took back the three small mother boxes earlier, we had already attracted the attention of the other party, but they did not take any action."

"Are you worried that they have entered Earth through some other means and have started a plan?"

Diana immediately guessed what Martin was thinking and realized the importance of the problem.

Martin was silent for a moment before answering Diana's question: "There are many differences between the New Gods and the Old Gods, but they are the same in arrogance. Before we defeat the attack from Apokolips, Darkseid will not use any tricks against us. He will only send his army to attack the Earth directly."

"That means someone on Earth contacted Darkseid, betrayed the interests of the Earth, and became their pawn."

Diana has seen many traitors, especially those who are immortal and immortal. Their ideals were defeated by time, and all that remains is a paranoid idea.

"I'm afraid that's the case!"

Martin laughed at himself and said helplessly: "Although having a traitor is not a good thing, it has played a good role. At least it bought us time to react."

"Darkseid's lackeys must be hiding very deep. After the International Gang incident, we followed up immediately, but didn't find many useful clues."

Diana did not complain or say anything, but immediately started to think about how to fight this battle.

"Of course, finding clues about the enemy is a small matter. What's more important is how you want to deal with these enemies."

Diana didn't even discuss winning or losing against the enemy. This was not arrogance but self-confidence.

With the configuration of the Justice League, as long as they are properly commanded, there is no force they cannot deal with.

"Of course, we should fight an open war and let the whole Earth know that Apocalypse is going to invade. I am not interested in dragging the entire Earth to fight Apocalypse."

Martin spread his hands and said helplessly: "Even if I had the ability to command an interstellar war, I couldn't lead a planet without even a warship to defeat a civilization like Apocalypse."

Even though the Amazons and Atlanteans were very powerful, they could not withstand the artillery fire directly from low-Earth orbit.

Diana said with some hatred: "I don't object to your plan, but I am not optimistic about how much success this plan can achieve. Given the current situation on Earth, if Apocalypse really comes, I don't know how many people will sell out the interests of Earth."

“These are things we cannot decide.”

Martin was even more pessimistic than Diana about this matter. He was even prepared that only one or two countries would support him.

"But we can take over these abandoned responsibilities. This is the main reason why I advocate the formation of a new alliance, in order to save more lives in the upcoming war."

"I see!"

Diana nodded to Martin and said seriously: "I will discuss this matter with my mother right away. We will select elite troops from the Amazon army to form a new legion to prepare for the war."

Given the Amazons' tradition of war, Martin doesn't ask Diana to do more.

"You are good at fighting, so I won't interfere. I hope you won't go to extremes when dealing with the Greek gods. Even if Zeus does something bastard, you should not give up hope of winning over some of the old gods."

"I had intended to temporarily sever ties with Mount Olympus, in order to cut off Zeus's conspiracy tentacles reaching out to the Amazons."

Diana had absolutely no feelings for this biological father.

It is hard for people to have a good impression of him just because he made him hunt Ares for thousands of years and finally rescued Ares.

"I can only say that Zeus overestimated his charm. Only if the closed state of Paradise Island is broken and you and Queen Hippolyta reorganize the way of life on the island, Zeus will soon fade from your lives."

Martin was relatively knowledgeable about religion, and once he got close, the lustful side of sacred things would soon become apparent.

Apart from their influence on consciousness, the gods cannot control the lives of ordinary people.

The level of organization in today's society is terrifying, far beyond the comparison of something as rigid as religion.

"I'll consider your opinion!"

Diana did not change her mind and was still very repulsive to Zeus, but was willing to win over other gods.

"That's all I have to say for now. The Justice League will track down who surrendered to Darkseid, and you should also be prepared to use this opportunity to make the Amazons appear once."

Although Martin is not sure what his identity will be tomorrow, he still has to do what he should do and will not deviate from it because of the change in his identity.

Diana nodded, feeling a little heavy as she thought about the possible approaching Apocalypse.

Seeing that it was almost midnight, Martin and Diana did not walk too far. They found a place among the fortresses built on the mountain and rested there.

The two of them shared a bed, but they were too depressed by what happened on Apocalypse to think about anything else. They just snuggled together and talked about the direction in which Paradise Island should change.

After chatting for about half an hour, Diana lay in Martin's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Martin kissed her delicate cheek, slowly relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep with a head full of complicated thoughts.

……

"Cuckoo!"

Martin was awakened by the cry of pigeons. When he opened his eyes, he felt a cool breeze and a little pain in his neck.

He sat up and realized that he was not even covered with a quilt, and the thing he was lying on was just a wooden pillow. Everything in the bedroom had been moved away, except for a set of folded clothes and the remaining weapons.

The carrier pigeon that woke him up was standing next to his pillow, flapping its wings non-stop, sending a lot of feathers flying.

"Okay, okay, if you flap your wings again, I won't be able to stay in this bed!"

Martin whistled, and the carrier pigeon flew directly to his shoulder, revealing the bamboo tube letter tied to its foot.

"What era is it now? Why are people still communicating in this way? Aren't you afraid of delaying things?"

Martin complained quietly and unfolded the letter paper he took out of the bamboo tube. There was only one address on it, and it was in Gotham.

This picture looks very confusing, but the devil symbol that prohibits signature says it all.

Because that is the logo of the Assassin's League.

Martin also guessed his identity today, he should be a member of the Assassin's League.

But he did not intend to play any boring games with Bruce's old father-in-law, but was ready to find clues about the group of people hiding behind the International Gang.

Then, we will have a good fight before the battle against Apocalypse. To be honest, all the forces on Earth are villains who think they are smart. Maybe they have accumulated a lot of wealth by being shameless, but their level is just so-so.

"Go!"

He raised his hand and the pigeon flew out of the window.

However, Martin's house is now in a free space, and the pigeon cannot fly back to the assassin who delivered the message to him.

He stood up from the bed, changed into a cool black outfit, stuffed weapons such as steel knives, hidden weapons and crossbows on his body, and walked out of the house directly.

Maybe because he turned into an assassin today, the weather in this space was very bad, with dark clouds and not much wind, making people feel very depressing.

The pigeon that just flew out of his house did not try to fly out of this space, but just found a tree to stay at, apparently preparing to build a nest here.

"This Assassin's League is too out of touch with the times. They don't even want to give their members cell phones. They rely on carrier pigeons to communicate. No wonder they were beaten by Bruce alone."

Before going out, Martin walked around the house and didn't see any electrical appliances, so he couldn't help but complain.

Of course, this is only the treatment for ordinary members. People like Talia and the master assassin Lars can have all the technology they want, let alone mobile phones, and live a luxurious life.

All the complicated rules are meant to set up a taboo. Otherwise, even if Lars could really live for hundreds of years, he wouldn't be able to get a group of people to go through fire and water for him.

After all, the original intention of people to believe in religion is to have a better life. Even those factions that advocate abusing one's own body will say that this is to obtain greater rewards in the future.

Lars is a man who prides himself on being smart and calls himself the chief of demons, but he actually portrays himself as a saint.

As for the opponent's level, Martin didn't think he was much better than the leaders of those cults in North America.

"Isn't this nonsense? I still need to find a way to ensure that I can contact the Justice League at any time."

Martin was also in a difficult situation. This space was within the range of change, and it was difficult to solidify it no matter whether he used magic or technology.

With this headache, Martin opened a passage to the material world, walked in, and came to the streets of Gotham.

He glanced around and saw gangs of thugs wandering around the streets in twos and threes.

Although Bruce is trying his best to change the current situation in Gotham, the current state of this industrial city has lasted for decades after all.

Even if the Justice League forcibly changed some order, it would be impossible for people living in this city to change the concepts they had developed in the past in just a few months.

People over 30, especially locals and immigrants who have not received much education, tend to maintain the gang system of the past and use violence and threats to obtain money.

Those under 30 who were able to complete their studies all went to Metropolis. No one wanted to rot in Gotham.

Those who dropped out of school were unable to rebel against their parents and could only rely on family inertia to join various gangs to ensure their own survival.

"Hey, you in black over there. You're wearing all black in broad daylight and covering your face. Are you Batman?"

A few guys who were obviously drunk started looking for trouble when they saw Martin and staggered over.

The leader held a pistol, and the other five or six people each held things like wine bottles and baseball bats.

"Are you calling me?"

Martin is looking for the camera. As long as he moves in front of the lens, Bruce, who is monitoring the entire Gotham, will be able to see him.

He felt helpless as he looked at a group of young men, who looked no more than twenty years old, walking towards him.

He took off the black cloth covering half of his face, revealing his own face, and said to the drunkards: "You are wasting your energy looking for me. I am a poor man now and I don't have a penny in cash. If you want to make some extra money while drunk, you'd better go to another place and don't hang around in front of me."

"If you don't have money, you'll be beaten!"

The guy holding the gun was quite drunk. His hand holding the gun was shaking, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing at the sky and the ground.

"It's all your fault, you weirdos. No one cares when I go out to collect protection money. Damn it, you ungrateful bastards. You forgot how I protected them before."

Martin shook his head, ignored these guys, turned around and prepared to look for a usable camera or a public phone.

He was too lazy to deal with this gang of gangsters. If they still didn't repent at this point, there was no need to save them.

If the other party wants to rot in this place, what can Martin do?

There is basically no chance for such leaders to turn back. They have tasted the sweetness of this lifestyle and it is difficult for them to return to the days of living by their own labor.

"Fuck you, you give me face, but you are shameless."

boom!
The gunshots rang out, but Martin did not react.

Because he knew that a drunkard like this would not be able to aim at all, and the bullet might fly somewhere else. It would be fine if he stood still, but if he dodged, he might get shot instead.

Sure enough, the bullet fired from the other party's gun shattered the glass of a house across the street.

Martin turned and stared at him. "Now you're courting death!"

"you……"

He is fearless even when drunk.

But with a flash of cold light, the flying knife pierced his shoulder. The pain interrupted what he wanted to say and also stimulated his sanity to return.

The guy tried to shoot despite the pain.

Martin strode up to the man, stabbed the dagger in his hand directly into his arm, and pulled it outward.

He, who was so arrogant just now, started screaming and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Martin let go of the dagger, pushed his right hand forward, grabbed his yellow hair, and smashed it hard on the railing next to him.

With a loud bang of his head against the railing, the leader fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The thugs who were originally preparing to follow their boss were suddenly dumbfounded.

Although the people of Gotham are fierce when fighting, they are only as fierce as ordinary people, and there are not many superhumans involved.

Although Batman flies over Gotham every night, ordinary gangsters still don't have the qualifications to see him.

So when these young gangsters saw Martin suddenly burst out with a speed beyond their cognition and kill their boss in one move, they were stunned.

"roll!"

Martin didn't do anything to these people. He just shouted something in a low voice and scared them away.

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