Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 47 Hi Hi Hi, did you miss me? (Please read and collect the monthly ticket)

Martin walked in the shadow world, the reflection of the entire Gotham was right under his feet. The shadows of every street and every building were intertwined, twisted and elongated.

If you look more closely, you can see countless people walking among the streets and buildings.

Martin's ears were lingering with countless whispers, the meaning of which was unknown and the source of which was unknown.

Those shadows are so close that you can touch them with just a stretch of your hand, and by grabbing these shadows you can control the actions of their corresponding persons in reality.

Martin didn't even look at these things. He didn't even have time to hide from these shadows, so how could he take the initiative to get close to them?

He trotted along until he found where Nightwing was trapped and jumped directly into the thing's shadow.

……

Nightwing and a group of criminals were trapped in the middle of an underground tunnel by members of the League of Assassins and mercenaries, who used cars to form a shelter.

The gunfire from both sides never stopped. The car used as a cover was shot into a sieve. Nightwing and the others were pressed down by bullets and didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"Nightwing, I'm out of bullets."

After the Death Shooter emptied one magazine, he reached for the next one, but found nothing.

"If you don't want to get your head blown off like Captain Javelin, lower your head."

Nightwing doesn't even need a gun, where would he get bullets for Deathshooter.

"I've called for backup, he'll be here soon. Protect yourselves. Even though you're all bastards, I don't want to see you die in front of me."

Of the team, there are only three people left: Nightwing, Deadshot and Killer Croc.

The Death Shooter aimed at the angle and threw a grenade that bounced off the wall and landed among the mercenaries.

"Quick, grenades are coming!"

Someone with sharp eyes saw the grenade and shouted a warning, and the people around quickly dispersed.

But the grenade fell to the ground, bounced again, fell into the crowd, and exploded instantly. The shock wave pushed the flames to explode, and fragments flew all over the sky. More than a dozen people were blown to the ground with blood all over their bodies.

"Yeah, let me show you bastards how powerful Death Shooter is."

Deadshot clenched his fist and pumped it vigorously, cheering loudly.

The assassins and mercenaries immediately began to fight back, automatic rifles and machine guns fired at the same time, and bullets rained down like flames.

Nightwing kicked Deadshot in the leg, causing him to fall flat on his face, and also dodged the bullets that could have torn him to pieces.

"You're a killer, not a three-year-old kid. Will you die if you're not careful?"

Nightwing screamed in despair, these killers were quick and efficient when killing people, and were no different from children in other aspects.

Nightwing pulled Deadshot to his side and yelled at him, "Why did you have to throw that grenade? Their attacks are getting more intense now."

Death Shooter was afraid that Nightwing would get excited and throw him out, so he begged for mercy: "Boss, I was wrong. But you said that support is coming soon, so it's okay for me to throw a grenade, right?"

"do not care."

Nightwing listened to the rumbling of gunfire, and the string in his head finally broke: "I'm going to throw you out right now, you bastard."

Seeing Nightwing's eyes were red, Deadshot knew that his ability to withstand pressure had reached its limit and he didn't dare to tease him anymore.

"Don't bother with your fuss, boss. I'll get out of here on my own."

Deadshot broke free from Nightwing's hands and rolled under another car.

Dang Dang Dang...

The bullets hit the car, splashing large sparks, causing Nightwing, who wanted to cause trouble for Deathstroke, to lower his hands again.

'I'm watching you!'

Nightwing gestured with his index and middle fingers, then crouched on the ground, and through the gap saw the assassins and mercenaries on the right advancing.

"This is not good!"

He gave up trying to trouble Deadshot and called out, "What's going on on the other side?"

"They're coming."

Everyone is ready for battle.

It’s not that Deadshot and the others don’t want to surrender, but the other party won’t accept it, so they can only follow Nightwing till the end.

"Mad, now it's not about walking until darkness, it's about walking until death."

Deadshot snatched Killer Croc's magazine and shouted, "Boss, when will the backup you said come? If he doesn't come, I'll run away. I have a daughter to take care of, and I can't die here with you."

"If there's a way to escape, take me with you." Killer Croc ran to Death Shooter with his tongue wagging, ignoring the flying bullets.

"Killer Croc, listen to me."

Deadshot swapped positions with Killer Croc, moving him to the front to block the flying bullets.

"Don't listen to his bullshit. If he really had a way to escape, he would have slipped away long ago. There's no way he would have stayed until now."

Nightwing no longer cared about his manners and kept swearing, and he still felt that it was not strong enough.

"Give me my bullet back, you nigger."

Killer Croc refused to take any loss and reached out to grab Deathstroke's gun. The bullets that hit him were all bounced off by his scales.

"Watch your words, sewer reptile."

The Death Shooter fell to the ground, pulled the trigger, and knocked back the grenades thrown by the assassin mercenaries.

Boom!

The grenade exploded above his head, and countless fragments bloomed like flowers of death.

The assassin mercenaries holding explosion-proof shields were blown to pieces. The death shooter pointed at the gap one by one and shot them in the head without any mistakes.

Killer Croc was panting heavily and didn't bother Death Shooter. He grabbed two broken car doors and slammed the approaching assassin into a pulp.

Nightwing threw a smoke bomb on the other side, blocking the view of the entire tunnel, hoping to use the smoke to engage in close combat with the enemy.

But two heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time, and the dense bullets tore through the smoke and pushed Nightwing back again.

He held his head and said to himself, "Damn it, when I get back, I must find a way to get a weapon that is more lethal than a short stick."

"Don't be stingy with your bullets. Use them all on the enemy and beat them so hard that they can't even raise their heads."

"I want him alive. Bring Nightwing to me alive."

Arkham Knight stood on the pickup truck, controlling the heavy machine gun to shoot everything in front of him.

The mercenary took out a rocket launcher and aimed it at the killer crocodile protected by scales. Several warheads loaded with high explosives flew out with long flame tails.

"Depend on!"

Killer Croc pushed the car door in his hand forward, then was blown away and crashed into the car.

"Hey big guy, are you okay?"

Deadshot threw a grenade, forced back a wave of attacks, and patted the Killer Croc who was emitting black smoke.

"It hurts!"

Killer Croc squeezed out three words from his mouth.

Nightwing pushed the wheel and slid to their side, warning: "RPG, watch out!"

Boom!

The rocket hit Nightwing's head, and the exploded concrete blocks fell down with a crash.

Nightwing and Deadshot looked at each other, and at the same time reached out to pull Killer Croc, whose eyes were still spinning, over to block themselves.

"You two bastards."

Killer Croc yelled as he was buried under the falling cement and sand.

Nightwing used a short stick to hold up a large piece of cement, providing enough space.

When the falling sound stopped, he pushed away the cement above his head, allowing Killer Croc to turn over and push away the dirt on top.

Then, Nightwing and his friends saw a group of assassins and mercenaries pointing their guns at them.

Arkham Knight stared at Nightwing, whose half body was buried in the dirt, and said coldly: "Now, even you are in my hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows in the tunnel began to riot, transforming into tentacles like octopus arms, wrapping around their owners' waists and throwing them out.

The Arkham Knight was in glory one second and was thrown out the next.

Martin jumped out from the shadows, laughing and shouting, "Hey, hey, hey, Nightwing boy, did you miss me?"

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