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Chapter 420: The Bear Child (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

The entire underground fortress was messed up by the intruders from outside.

Talia took a group of people out and wanted to capture the people who provoked them.

The remaining assassins were busy transferring the arms, which was not a simple task. Although a transfer channel was prepared in the underground fortress, it was impossible to open a channel that was too large.

Although there are quite a few assassins left, it is impossible to take away all their weapons and equipment in a short time.

"When will Gordon arrive?"

Martin's plan was disrupted by Robin who suddenly broke in. Although he was angry, he could only find a way to remedy the situation.

He informed Barbara and Gordon of what happened here, asked Barbara to find out where that Robin came from, and asked Gordon to send police for support.

Martin is just an ordinary assassin today. Even if he can use some magic, it is impossible to keep all the assassins here. Gotham police are still needed to control the situation.

"My dad, however, will need more than ten minutes to get to the scene. Are you sure you can stop them?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Barbara's voice, and she was worried about Martin's current condition.

Martin stood in the shadows, watching the assassins passing by, and said helplessly: "It is impossible to keep these assassins. They are too vigilant and will run away immediately if there is any movement. But I want to leave those weapons behind. Without these weapons, the threat level of the assassins led by Talia will be greatly reduced."

He looked around and determined the number of assassins here.

The fifty-four assassins have now become coolies carrying weapons.

They picked up the weapon crates one by one, put them into the prepared corridor, and then slowly transported them to the prepared hiding place along the cart-like track.

Martin didn't know where Talia's second hiding place was, and he had no interest in guessing.

"Have you found out the identity of the person pretending to be Robin?"

Martin draws his pistol and asks one last question before dashing out of the Shadow Realm.

"Uh--"

Barbara hesitated for a moment before she said helplessly, "Just focus on dealing with these assassins. Talia will never hurt Robin."

"Okay, I see what you mean."

Martin nodded, and rushed out with his legs, landing directly in the middle of the assassins, pulling the trigger with both hands.

Amid the flames spurting out from the muzzles, bullets and sounds flew out together, instantly piercing the heads of the four assassins. Bones, brain matter, and minced meat mixed together, and began to spread in the corridor with a bloody smell.

Perhaps it was because the temperature of the bullet was too high, or perhaps it was because there was a problem with the construction of this underground bunker, the blood and flesh had just been sprayed out and had a rotten smell shortly after leaving the human body.

The assassins who were hit fell to the ground, thrashed weakly twice, and then lost their second life.

Even if he was put back into the Lazarus Pool, the assassin with a bullet through his head would never be able to stand up again.

"The Three Palace Demon is merciful in some ways. Although he took away a part of your soul, he truly gave you a second chance to live, instead of turning you into zombies like the devil did."

Martin stood among the assassins, holding two guns. While evaluating the effect of the Lazarus Pool, he pulled the trigger and fired at the assassins around him.

At such a close distance, if it were in the world of ordinary people, with Martin's marksmanship, no one could escape his death gaze.

But these assassins who have soaked in the water of the Pool of Lazarus are not ordinary people. Under the influence of the power of the Three Palaces Demon, their bodies and souls have been enhanced to varying degrees.

When the gunshots rang out and four assassins' heads were shot through, the remaining assassins immediately distanced themselves and narrowly avoided the whistling bullets.

Not everyone dodged the bullets, but with their superior physical fitness and combat experience, they forcibly twisted their bodies so that the bullets hit parts of the body that would not be fatal.

Ding dong!

The assassins had a large number of weapons around them, but looking at Martin standing among them, they did not pick up those guns, but drew out their own long swords and waited for battle.

Although they were wrapped in black cloth with only a pair of eyes exposed, one could still tell that they were very serious and even ready to die.

"No reaction at all. Aren't you curious about where the Lazarus Pool came from?"

The bullets in Martin's two guns were all used up. He watched the assassins' muscles begin to wriggle, forcing the bullets out of their bodies.

I thought that Sangong Mo was really an honest man. He had been meticulously executing the contract he signed with Lars for hundreds of years.

If this kind of thing happened to the devil in hell, he would definitely eat up the Assassin's League completely, from soul to body, before he would stop.

The assassins surrounding Martin did not react at all, they were paying attention to the man they surrounded.

They are like some kind of wild beasts who have returned from the dead. Besides their eyes, they have many other ways to recognize their companions, such as smell and feeling.

Although the man in front of them was wearing the unique uniform of the Assassin's League, they all knew that he was not their comrade and was very dangerous. They had to use all their strength to ensure that they could keep him.

"I know you all want to be loyal to Lars. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in playing this game of master and servant with you."

Martin smiled a big smile, with a full set of white teeth.

Then, he exerted force with his legs and suddenly jumped upwards.

The assassins around him launched an attack without hesitation, and their long swords stabbed at Martin's vital points from all directions like white silk.

The speed of these assassins was far beyond that of ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, the long sword had already stabbed in front of Martin and pierced him through.

At this moment, Martin twisted his body violently, like a loach rolling in a mud pit, and slipped out from the siege of the assassins.

He grabbed the shoulders of two assassins, and just as he landed on the ground, the assassins in the back circle launched another attack.

Martin threw away the empty gun in his hand, and drew out his long knife. He blocked the long knife left and right, pushed away the long knife, lowered his body and rushed forward, and the blade cut the stomach of the two assassins closest to him.

The clothes these assassins wear have been specially treated to protect them from the impact of bullets, but they are difficult to withstand the blades of steel knives.

The moment Martin slid past, the stomachs of the assassins on both sides were ripped open, and their intestines mixed with blood fell out.

Such a bloody and cruel scene did not stop the fighting between the two sides.

The assassins pressed forward step by step, one circle after another, and moved their long swords forward, trying to chop Martin into a pulp while he was still in this place.

Martin was too lazy to get entangled with these assassins. He knew very well that he alone could not stop all the assassins.

His target from the beginning had been that arsenal.

This Martin jacket was like it was covered in oil, rolling around and doing everything it could to break through the siege of the assassins.

"Goodbye everyone!"

Martin broke free from the outermost circle of assassins and leaped into the small armory.

The long sword chopped open the crates beside him, revealing the sealed energy weapons.

Martin picked up the energy weapon that the International Gang had modified according to Earthling habits and fired at the stone on top of the armory door.

shhhhh--

Dark red energy spurted out from the muzzle, instantly melting the cement rocks and the steel frame supporting the gate.

The assassins then realized what Martin's true purpose was, but it was too late.

The gate collapsed instantly without its support, and the dirt and rocks on top of it fell down with a crash, instantly blocking the only passage connecting the armory to the outside.

"asshole!"

Even as cold-blooded as these assassins were, they couldn't help but curse out loud when they saw the blocked passage.

They were not afraid of death. Even at the moment when the passage collapsed, an assassin rushed in and tried to stop Martin.

But this arsenal is not just some steel frames, it is solid reinforced concrete.

The moment the debris fell, the steel bars that emerged from the cement pierced their bodies, and then a large amount of mud wrapped them up. The lucky ones died on the spot, while the unlucky ones were filled with mud into their mouths and noses, and after struggling for a few minutes, they were suffocated to death with pain.

"Rest in peace! Even though you have already died once!"

Martin muttered a few words to the collapsed passage and threw away the energy weapon in his hand.

He also wanted to thank the assassins. In order to transport all the weapons away as quickly as possible, the assassins stuffed the boxes that had been moved out back into the armory.

Now that the passage has collapsed, the assassins outside can either abandon their ammunition and escape, or wait to be surrounded by Gordon and the special police.

"Oh, I almost forgot there's a transportation channel down there."

Martin looked around at the weapons and suddenly remembered that there was a hole he had not blocked.

He picked up a few C4 explosives, pressed the trigger and threw them directly into the passage.

With a loud bang, the assassin outside finally gave up.

They knew that the passage used for transportation must have also been blown up.

But what they didn't understand was that by doing this, wasn't Ading also locking himself in the armory?

This man is so fearless that he would rather sacrifice his own life to keep his weapons?
"He's a brave man, but he shouldn't have messed with the League of Assassins."

"What do we do now? Should we dig up these rocks?"

"There's no time. There's too much noise here. The Gotham police must have discovered it long ago. If we continue talking, Batman's henchmen will definitely come looking for us."

Several assassins discussed for a while, and finally had no choice but to give up their weapons.

With the shame of failing the mission, he walked heavily to the ground, ready to face Talia's punishment.

Fortunately, although we lost the arsenal, we also saved the life of the mysterious man, so it was not completely empty-handed.

……

Martin picked up a handful of the yellow bullets as if they were large grains of metal wheat.

There is a sense of joy of harvest!

But he had no interest in these weapons. He just took a quick look at them and threw them all away.

"I guess those assassins thought I was going to die!"

He wiped his hands on the flannel that wrapped his weapon, accurately anticipating the assassins' mentality.

"But the result is bound to disappoint them. I'm not someone who would seek death, and this place can't hold me back."

Martin took two easy-to-control pistols and walked into the shadow kingdom again, easily leaving the armory that had been sealed in the eyes of ordinary people.

He took a shortcut from the Shadow Kingdom and came directly to the ground, where he saw a man in a Robin uniform wielding a long sword and fighting against an assassin from the Assassin's League.

However, these assassins had lost all the ruthlessness they had when facing Martin. Not only did their attack methods become much gentler, they even fought Robin one-on-one.

Talia just stood by and allowed it all to happen, not caring about anything.

"Tsk tsk tsk, comparing yourself to others makes you feel pissed off!"

Martin left the Shadow Kingdom and stood in a place where he could not be easily discovered. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, watching the performance of that Robin.

"Talia threw away her son so ruthlessly last time, why did she become a loving mother this time?"

That's right!

The child disguised as Robin is Damian.

After being taught a lesson by Martin last time, this naughty kid finally obeyed his father and became well behaved.

But with the establishment of the Justice League, the Bat-Family became busier and busier, and each had a lot of things to be responsible for.

The child Damian was neglected again, and even Alfred couldn't take care of him all the time.

Then, the naughty kid got back to his old ways, stole Bruce's Robin uniform, and started causing trouble everywhere.

However, Damian did not act like the eldest son of the Assassin's League like in the original timeline, but instead saved people honestly.

However, this time he lacked intelligence support and had no idea what Martin was going to do, nor did he know that his own mother had brought people back to Gotham.

However, even after recognizing the members of the League of Assassins, Damian did not leave.

Although Bruce often has a stern face and has been very strict since the beginning of educating Dick, the child still falls for it.

Especially Damian, who grew up in the Assassin's League, feels that his father should be like this.

So, this naughty kid quickly accepted Bruce's ideas and began to change his way of doing things, but he didn't talk about these things.

"It's a good thing that the child has changed, but can't you let others know before doing anything?"

Martin looked at Damian who was fighting the assassin alone and was equally matched with him, and shook his head helplessly.

The assassins who withdrew from the underground bunker have come to Talia and told their leader about the attack on the armory.

Of course, Talia was furious, but she couldn't show too much anger in front of her subordinates, otherwise it would easily make people lose confidence.

The loss of weapons is an established fact, and it would be more troublesome if it affected morale.

"Let's withdraw!"

Although Talia does not have the ability to formulate strategies, she is clear-headed when it comes to tactical execution.

She did not lose her consciousness just because she lost her weapon, but decisively ordered a retreat to avoid being surrounded by the Gotham police.

Although those policemen are not very strong in fighting, they are not straw men who can only scare people.

Once they are held back and Batman's men follow, things will really get out of control.

"Take the child with you. My father has always wanted to see him."

Talia was angry and hated her ex-husband when she saw her son, who had completely resembled Bruce, after not seeing him for many days.

When the assassins received the order, they immediately rushed forward and attacked Damian from all directions, although they did not have the real unbelief in their hands.

But these assassins were all tall and strong, while Damian was still a child. Even if he had received training since childhood, he could not make up for the difference in size.

What's more, he doesn't have the advantage in numbers.

"You guys have an easy time this time. Leave Gotham now, or you will bear the consequences."

The young child threw down a harsh word and prepared to run away.

But it was too late. The assassins were as fierce as wolves and tigers and wanted to capture him and bring him to see Lars.

Damian used his physical advantage to defeat one or two more assassins, but he couldn't avoid the third, fourth, and more assassins.

Seeing that he could not escape this disaster, Damian did not retreat. He raised his long sword and prepared to fight to the end.

He didn't want to leave Bruce anymore.

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