Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 470: Everything is a mess! (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
With the help of the member who could control the electrical signals, the six members of the action team finally gathered together. They hid in a deserted building and struggled to resist the unidentified enemies.

"Go away!"

The physically strengthened team member punched away the enemy who tried to rush in through the window.

His fist was as hard as steel. The helmet on the opponent's head broke into eight pieces. The blood spurting out of his head dyed the mask red. His head tilted and fell to the ground. He was most likely dead.

These specially selected teams were aware of their duties, and were even more aware that the person who prevented them from approaching the assassin was a traitor who surrendered to Apocalypse, so they acted without mercy.

The unidentified armed enemies did not make any sound during the whole process. They were like robots, following a certain logic, trying to rush into the building from all directions and capture these people.

“Are these things really alive?”

The members of the action team were holding the latest weapon developed by the Justice League, which was a modular weapon similar to a briefcase. The barrel and core trigger could be replaced at any time to fire matter and energy bullets.

Of course, the material used to make this weapon is a special alloy synthesized with the help of alien technology, and the same is true for the structure of the energy module.

After the action team determined that there were a large number of opponents, they replaced their magazines with cans filled with red energy liquid. Just a small can was enough to support them in firing thousands of plasma balls, which could easily penetrate the bodies of those mysterious men.

Although everyone in the action team felt that these seemingly emotionless guys were not human, when they fell to the ground, red blood did flow out.

"Martian Manhunter, what should we do now?"

None of the members of the task force felt fearful, even though the other side seemed to be numerous and their abilities did not exceed the scope of human beings.

But those trained by the plan jointly devised by the Justice League's best tacticians do not lack the courage to challenge difficulties.

What makes them anxious is that there is a high possibility that the target of the mission will escape.

This mission is not only the combat team's first mission, but also a great opportunity to catch those traitors.

Everyone knows that the threat from Apocalypse is imminent, so finding these traitors is inevitable.

"Don't worry, the target not only did not escape, but took off his disguise and moved around the city openly."

The voice of Martian Manhunter sounded in the ears of the executive government members, reminding them: "Move to the rooftop now, someone will meet you there."

None of the members of the action team asked any questions. They started to act as soon as they heard the Martian Hunter's order, fighting and retreating as they moved to the rooftop.

The Martian Hunter was hanging at a height of a hundred meters, listening to the chaotic sounds in the city. His thoughts had drifted farther away, and he roughly guessed the purpose of these people.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hands, and his mental power started from his thoughts and passed through his palms, transforming into waves of invisible waves, pressing down layer by layer, directly covering the hotel where the action team was hiding.

Although the Martian Hunter suffers from post-traumatic stress syndrome, is afraid of fire, and cannot enter a city that has become a battlefield, his psychic power itself is one of the most incredible powers in the universe. Even at a distance of a hundred meters, he can still exert 100% of his ability.

It was as if the wild grasses on the wasteland had awakened in spring, popping up from the ground one after another and rushing towards the hotel. They seemed cold and mechanical, but they were able to carry out simple cooperation.

They were like a black tide, layer upon layer, enveloping the entire hotel, baring their ferocious fangs and pouncing on the six members of the action team.

Just as they were about to rush to the roof, an invisible spiritual force descended from the sky and knocked all the enemies into the ground.

Pieces of rocks that were shattered by the artillery fire were brought over by the Martian hunters and pressed on those people. They weighed dozens of tons, and no matter how those guys struggled, they could not turn over in a short time.

Then, the member who was able to manipulate electronic signals controlled dozens of small drones and launched an attack from the air to prevent the enemy from approaching the hotel.

Although these drones are small in size, they are equipped with high-energy propellants and can spray high-temperature, highly penetrating lasers, as well as large amounts of plasma, directly turning the area around the hotel into a minefield.

Even if the puppets created by the traitors were not afraid of death, their bodies could not withstand the ravages of these high-energy energies. After forcing their way into the hotel for a few steps, they became disabled people without arms and legs.

"Be careful, enemy air raid!"

The Martian Hunter sensed the danger coming and reminded the members controlling the drones to be careful of attacks.

The next moment, a squadron of medium-sized fighter jets roared over the city, passing low in the sky and releasing fragments that flashed blindingly, directly disrupting the city's electronic communication signals.

Then, the fighter jets began air strikes on key targets in the city, followed by more helicopters, sweeping the ground.

The hotel where the Justice League team was located was the focus of the helicopter attack. They used machine guns to shoot down the drones outside, and then directly launched rockets to attack the roof of the hotel.

"What the hell!"

When the Martian Manhunter saw these planes, he felt his intelligence was insulted.

He never doubted that the enemy was capable of bringing out air power, but definitely not the fighter jets and helicopters in front of him.

If those traitors who surrendered to Apocalypse have the ability to manufacture a large number of fighter jets, why are they still hiding in the dark? Can't they just unify the world?
"Whether those traitors are able to manufacture fighter jets themselves, or there are collaborators at nearby military bases, it is not good news for us!"

As the Martian Hunter muttered, he clenched his hands, and all the attacks flying towards the hotel, whether bullets or artillery shells, all stopped in mid-air, as if solidified in the air.

"Target appears, target appears, use napalm!"

When the Martian Hunter heard the news from the fighter's communication system, he thought to himself that something was wrong. He pulled his hands back and the bullets and shells bounced back one after another.

The fighter squadron had already pulled up high, but the helicopters were unable to climb quickly. Even if the pilots of the helicopters flew at the best level of their lives, they were still unable to avoid it. They all fell to the ground, emitting black smoke, and no one survived.

boom--

The climbing fighter jets fired gasoline bombs modified with special fuel, which exploded in the air, forming walls of fire that covered the surrounding airspace.

"Despicable villain!"

When Martian Leiren saw the flames approaching around him, his painful memories resurfaced and he could no longer maintain his invisibility. His true form was revealed in the air, and he staggered towards the ground.

He stretched out his hands and grabbed his neck, as if wrapped in disgust and unable to breathe. His calm face began to distort and he fell to the ground without suffering any real harm.

"No, no, no, stay away from me. Don't leave"

"Run!"

The Martian Manhunter fell to his knees, the fire guided by the fighter jet following him like a shadow, chasing him closely and causing his mental illness to erupt.

Hallucinations began to appear before his eyes. The tragic scenes of the deaths of his family and tribesmen emerged one by one, and the bloody hell of Mars once again strangled his throat.

The power of the mind went out of control and the Martian Hunter's body began to heat up. Within a few seconds, the heat turned into flames and enveloped him.

"what--"

The Martian Hunter fell to the ground, the pain of his body burning in flames stimulated his painful memories of the past.

He struggled to get rid of this pain, rolling on the ground, screaming uncontrollably, and slowly heading towards his end. At this moment, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded, and a red sports car rushed into the battlefield like lightning, flexibly bypassing the collapsed houses and rushing straight towards the Martian Hunter.

"An unknown vehicle has appeared. Start attacking. I repeat, start attacking. No limit on firepower. Be sure to kill that alien!"

All fighter jets flying in the sky received the order, opened the firing restrictions, all radars locked onto the vehicles running on the ground, and then pressed the launch button.

At least a dozen missiles were launched at the same time, dragging long flame tails down from the sky, like a punishment from the gods sent down by steel angels.

"Little tricks!"

Martin did not slow down. The exhaust holes on his tail sprayed towards the ground and he took off directly on the spot. His upper body deformed first, and his empty hands grabbed four missiles. His legs, which were in the process of transforming, used wheels to float on the ground, and he turned around and threw all the missiles in his hands back.

Boom boom boom boom
Explosions sounded continuously, and all the missiles in the air were detonated, turning into dazzling fireworks, but no one was hurt.

"Shit! What the hell is that? A car turned into a person. Are Transformers real?"

Martin's appearance stunned the pilots in the sky. They never expected that they would see Transformers today.

"No matter if they are aliens or Transformers, they are all our enemies. Don't stop, brother. Blow all these ghosts into the sky."

"The moon is as cold as frost, and the thunder is powerful!"

Martin recited a poem to set the scene, put his hands together, and pulled them outward. A scarlet crescent-shaped blade appeared in his hand. He gripped the hilt tightly, took a half step forward, and drew out a semicircle of blade light.

Click!

The bright blade cut through the air, and the surrounding heat was instantly absorbed by the blade, turning into a blade light like a waxing moon, rising from the ground and directly splitting the flying missile in half.

"Hide, hide!"

The fighter pilots laughed when they saw the robots on the ground taking out cold weapons, but before the laughter could leave the cabin, the bright light of a knife flew in front of them.

Don’t laugh, the knife will be on your face in the next second!
The fighter jet made an emergency evasive maneuver and the excellent pilot narrowly avoided it.

The worst pilot had his plane cut in half horizontally, while the two less-skilled pilots had a piece of their plane cut off and fell straight to the ground.

Although the pilot escaped by parachuting, the plane did not escape the fate of crashing.

The remaining fighter planes quickly pulled up and climbed continuously until they reached an altitude of two thousand meters. They looked around with lingering fear and only called for more support after making sure that the robot had not caught up.

Martin found the Martian Hunter caught in flames with a knife in hand, ignoring the fighters that escaped.

"Ron, can you still hear me?"

The Martian Manhunter has now turned into a piece of charcoal, with the fire in his body bursting out from his heart, and he cannot extinguish it by himself.

But Martin swung the knife just now, absorbing all the surrounding heat and extinguishing the fire on the Martian Hunter.

"Those bastards did a really good job of intelligence work. They even figured out that Ron was afraid of fire."

The Martian Manhunter did not respond to Martin's words, and he didn't even breathe.

If the same thing happened to the people on Earth, they would be dead for sure. Even if the gods intervened, they would be powerless to save the situation.

But Ron is not from Earth, and Martin’s experience is even more mysterious than that of a god.

He carefully placed the Martian Hunter in his palm, fearing that if his hand shook, parts of his charred body would fall off.

The mechanical structure in Martin's chest opened, and the core emitted a blue light, shining on the Martian Hunter and putting him into his body.

Motorcycle fusion, one of the special skills of the Robot King.

This move is no different from the "One Heart and One Body" of the giants of the Land of Light. As long as the Robot King starts this move, he can provide amplification and command for the combined motorcycle warriors.

However, this time, Martin did the opposite. He put Ron into his body and used his own energy to heal his body.

"I, am I not dead?"

The moment the Martian Hunter was wrapped in energy, it was as if he had returned to the amniotic fluid of his mother and woke up instantly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, Martians are really unreasonable creatures. As long as the mind reacts, the body will recover naturally. This is really magical!"

When the Martian Manhunter heard Martin's voice, he knew that he was definitely saved.

He looked around and found himself in a special space, surrounded by dots of blue light, like the stars in the night sky, with faint optical fibers connecting these light spots.

"I vowed to show you the results of my training, but something like this happened. I really failed to live up to your trust in me!"

Martian Hunter is aware of Martin's support for him, so he feels truly guilty now.

"Who could have expected that those traitors would know that you were afraid of fire? This is something no one expected, so it's not your fault!"

After Martin rescued the Martian Hunter, he rushed to rescue the seven members of the action team.

He did not transform into a sports car, but remained in human form. Even so, he could still easily leap over buildings with a light jump and slide forward on his wheels.

The Martian Hunter lay in the high concentration but gentle energy, relaxing his body and mind. He shared senses with Martin, observing the surrounding environment while telling him what he had just encountered.

"Those traitors want to mess up the countries around the desert by means of color revolutions, and use this method to slow down our progress!"

"Are you sure this was done by those traitors?"

Martin ran around the hotel and two cannons transformed on his shoulders. He fired them randomly, blowing all the puppets into the sky.

It was just something that had been semi-modified by Apocalypse technology. There was nothing special about it and it would fall apart if it was blown up.

"I understand what you mean. Modern countries are more skilled at using this kind of tactics to subvert a country, but I am sure that the assassin has mingled with the rebels in broad daylight."

Martian Manhunter had actually never seen such a thing. If he had never experienced any dirty things, there was no way he could have been able to sit on the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"Then go meet him and ask him face to face, and everything will be clear!"

Martin didn't dwell on these things and called on the team members to come down quickly.

　Please collect, read, vote, and recommend! Please leave more comments, thank you for your support!
　　

(End of this chapter)