Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 471 He wants to prove himself (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"You did a great job. No one died, and no one was seriously injured. You should be praised!"

Martin gave the young men a thumbs up.

The team members looked at the robot standing in front of them with their mouths wide open. When they saw the Martian Manhunter emerging from the robot's body, they realized that it was Martin.

Stars appeared in their eyes. They were extremely happy to have finally met the legendary figure.

They had heard that Martin had a different identity every day, but no matter what identity he was, he could do surprising things.

Now, they were already surprised by Martin's new identity before they even saw how he did surprising things with it.

Just as their surprise turned into joy, they heard Martin's praise.

Then, these young people all hung their heads, like eggplants hit by frost.

"It's understandable that young people are always eager to prove themselves. But the battlefield is like this, and things change rapidly. No matter how careful preparations are made before the battle, there will still be all kinds of accidents during the battle. Especially for a small team like yours, you will often face such things!"

Martin reached out and touched the heads of these young people. Although his mechanical hand was large, it was sensitive and provided comfort to these young people.

"This is your first official participation in an operation. Facing an unexpected situation that was beyond the plan or even the backup plan, you did not panic and did not sacrifice anyone. This is already very good!"

The ones who sacrifice the most on the battlefield are always the newcomers. No matter how rigorous the training is, they can never simulate the resolute and ruthless nature of the battlefield.

Therefore, it is a very good result that no one from this team died.

"You must return to the new city immediately, inform Clark of the situation here, and then set out to investigate whether the countries or tribes that cooperate with us have encountered the same situation."

Martin gave these restless men a task and asked them to set out immediately:
"Intelligence is important, but your lives are more important. I don't want any absolute secrets, but a comprehensive and detailed investigation report. You are just the vanguard, and someone will come to support you soon."

The seven members of this team had just experienced a fierce battle, but when they heard Martin's assignment, they immediately took action without saying a word.

"Young people are always so impulsive. They should ask some experienced people to guide them!"

The Martian Manhunter's body has fully recovered, and as Martin said, the existence of Martians is always so strange.

"Reality will teach them the most profound experience. Although it is cruel, they have to face it, and we have to let it go."

Martin rejected Martian Hunter's opinion and only asked him to send more trained people to investigate the intelligence in groups.

Although both of them could guess what tricks the other was playing, the chaos in Africa did not happen overnight, and it would certainly not be something that could be solved in a short period of time.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go meet the assassin!"

Martin waved at the Martian Hunter: "Even if you want to incite the ambitious people in this country to stage a coup, you should send an enemy. But now, not only did the other party not hide himself, but he even jumped out in a swagger. Is he afraid that we will find out too late?"

"In your words, we don't need to guess, we just need to ask them!"

Martian Hunter closed his eyes, and thoughts of the entire battlefield flooded towards him like a tide, but were filtered out one by one by his strong willpower, and finally he found the assassin among hundreds of thousands of people.

Unlike a certain bald professor, Martian Hunter grew up in a stable environment. He has parents, brothers, relatives and friends.

These things fostered his strong will and ensured that his thoughts would not waver even in the worst circumstances.

"The friend we are looking for is currently discussing with a warlord how to take control of the city, and has received news of your appearance."

The Martian Manhunter opened his eyes, pointed Martin in the direction, and told him what he saw on the surface of his consciousness.

"You know these ambitious people. They are usually not outstanding people. This city is the largest scope of their activities. As for the rural areas and tribes outside the city, they don't want to touch them, and they don't have the ability to touch them."

Martin and Martian Hunter understood how interests worked in this world. If those warlords had the ability to kill the elders of those clans, they would not just be warlords.

"Even so, they are not geniuses, but they have the ability to turn this world into a cesspool!"

Martian Manhunter is somewhat pessimistic and hopes that Martin can resolve things here as soon as possible.

"This is not a problem for just one city, and I don't plan to kill those warlords right now."

Although the stability of these surrounding forces largely determines the stability of the Justice League's new city, Martin does not intend to solve this problem by force.

Because he can't do it either.

He could certainly deal with these warlord leaders within a day, but their subordinates would soon inherit their positions, and not just one.

The people around have long been accustomed to the days of killing each other by armed forces, so the intervention of violence will not only fail to stabilize the situation, but will also give rise to more incompetent minions, making the surroundings even more chaotic.

"This move of theirs is really cruel. We won't have peace from now on!"

Martian Hunter knew very well that if this chaos was not suppressed forcefully in the early stages, it would soon develop into a nationwide riot, leading to complete corruption.

"Not necessarily!"

Although Martin said this, he did not explain the reason to the Martian Hunter. He directly turned into a sports car and ran towards the assassin's location.

The Martian Hunter didn't ask any more questions. He turned his body into nothingness and followed Martin closely.

The sound of gunfire on the road became louder and louder, and almost no intact buildings were visible. There were more and more corpses, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger, mixed with the smell of blood, which made people feel nauseous.

Apart from the clothes on their bodies, there was no other difference between the government troops and the rebels. They all turned into gun-wielding thugs, indiscriminately attacking everything around them.

Several groups of people saw Martin and wanted to take this beautiful sports car for themselves, but as soon as those people approached, Martin transformed his arms and hit them on the head, awakening their hearts.

"Aren't these guys disgusting? They robbed things without even considering the situation. The war has turned out like this. How much can a sports car be worth?"

Martin complained about the level of these soldiers as they gradually approached the core area of the city. The soldiers blocking the intersections became elite soldiers, and the weapons in their hands also became extraordinary.

After approaching here, Martin directly changed into human form, stood on the street, jumped up, and landed directly on the roof.

Martian Manhunter landed on him and used his powers to distort the light and shadows around him, turning him into an invisible biker.

The duo ran around on the rooftops, carefully passing through the collapsed houses, and finally saw the core of the rebels and the assassin they were looking for in front of the Presidential Palace.

"The whole street is filled with tanks and heavy artillery. This rebel army is really rich!"

Martin did not rush to show up. He looked down and saw a large amount of military equipment piled on the street in front of the Presidential Palace. It did not look like a rebellion, but rather a military exhibition.

"Third world countries are like this. There is very little firepower that can break heavy weapons, so the second party who masters armor is almost invincible!"

"According to convention, as long as the stronger party displays their equipment, the sensible civil servants should obediently hand over their power!"

Although Martian Manhunter didn't say anything, those who don't know what's good for them will certainly die. Martin looked at the closed door of the presidential palace and the soldiers who didn't leave the surrounding area, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that this president is not a sensible person, so should this rebel just go in?"

Martin chose to wait and see, watching the assassin's actions while also seeing where the coup would go and preparing for dealing with such things later.

"This ignorant pretty boy, I've already spared his life and even refused to pay him, but he's still not grateful. Get lost!"

A fifty-year-old general angrily threw his hat on the table, extremely angry at the president's ignorance.

The rule of rebellion is that the winner takes all, and in the past, presidents who were overthrown had their property and wealth confiscated at best, and their entire families destroyed at worst.

"If I wasn't worried about the Justice League intervening, I would have used a cannon to blast open this broken door and chop off the heads of those pretty boys!"

The old general is always paying attention to the movements of the Justice League. In this area, they are the only ones who have the power to change everything at any time, which makes people have to pay attention.

"Don't worry, General. The Justice League is nothing more than a bunch of immature kids to us. Even if they really come out, I have a way to stop them."

The assassin in a black windbreaker said this to the old general, as if the fighter planes and puppets killed by Martin had never existed.

"Well, it seems like I have no choice but to resort to violence!"

The old general lost his patience. He had always believed in the so-called democratic human rights and only believed in the power in his own hands.

"Artillerymen, listen to my orders. Blow open this damn door. Everyone, rush in. Whoever finds the body will be rewarded $100,000. Whoever catches the person alive will be rewarded $1 million!"

The old general used his traditional skill – throwing money around, and throwing a lot of money around.

Upon hearing the news, the rebels all howled and looked at the presidential palace not far away, their eyes glowing green, just like a hungry wolf in the wilderness seeing a piece of delicious meat.

The conditions of the reward were broadcast through a loudspeaker, and everyone was aware of the generous conditions, including those in the Presidential Palace.

When they heard the number one million, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Greedy thoughts took root. They all held guns in their hands and began to get restless.

"I know everyone has heard the offer. One million is indeed an offer that is hard to refuse."

The president also spoke to the crowd: "With the general's credibility, I am sure he will pay the bonus. Those who receive the bonus can also leave this chaotic country and immigrate to the United States to live a wealthy life."

"But I want to remind you that not long ago, I signed a series of agreements with the Justice League as the president. Those superhumans will never allow their plans to be threatened. You can kill me and get the general, but can the old general send someone to protect you from retaliation by the Justice League?"

When the soldiers in the palace heard the president's words, their eagerness to move was not as strong as before.

These soldiers living on the African continent had no idea what the Justice League was before, until they saw the vast desert turning into an oasis and new buildings rising from the ground every day, then they realized that they were not to be trifled with.

If it was just betraying the president, these soldiers, who had experienced too many coups, would not have any hesitation.

But when they thought of the Justice League, they dared not move.

Those superhumans seemed to have no idea what the unspoken rules were. Every time they wanted to do something, they would always be attacked by the other side, especially the superhuman. Even the shells hitting his body couldn't mess up his hair.

Only a madman would be the enemy of such perverted people.

What’s the difference between that and seeking death?
When Clark took action in Africa, he adjusted the strength of his hands appropriately. He still did not kill anyone, but he would not let those military thugs who were no different from beasts have an easy time.

As a result, even though Clark had never actually killed anyone, his "reputation" had spread widely through various channels among the people.

It’s just that there are more people praising him than criticizing him, and even the soldiers in the barracks don’t dare to comment on this superman casually.

"Justice League, does that pretty boy think I'll be scared if he hooks up with those idiots?"

The old general was disdainful when he heard the name of the Justice League.

He has been scheming and plotting all his life, and he hates those who are just and upright the most.

If those people can live a happy life by this means, then what's the point of him torturing himself and others for a lifetime?
Is it because I am stupid and incompetent? This is absolutely impossible.

"Shoot me!"

As the order was given, all the guns were aimed at the Presidential Palace, and shells whizzed into the palace.

Amid the gunfire and smoke, the gate reinforced with special steel collapsed, the walls collapsed, and the presidential palace was in chaos.

"Charge in and capture that pretty boy. I'm going to peel off his skin and let everyone know who this land belongs to."

The infantrymen who had been prepared long ago, holding old AK rifles, swarmed towards the blown-open doors and walls, scrambling for the chance to catch the president and no one was willing to fall behind, fearing that others would snatch away the opportunity to seize the president and thus miss the chance to make money.

Just as the infantry rushed forward, heavy machine guns suddenly appeared from behind the blown-open gaps.

The person operating the machine gun pulled the trigger, and these deadly weapons began to spew flames. Bullets poured out like a rainstorm, covering the area in front in a fan-shaped manner to the maximum extent possible.

The infantrymen at the front were shot into sieves in an instant and fell limply to the ground like a piece of boneless soft meat.

This is such a tragic way to die!
Many of the attacking soldiers watched people around them fall down, parts of their bodies taken away by heavy machine gun bullets, and the smell of blood penetrated into their noses and clung to them.

"Get out, get out, get out!"

The attack was repelled. The angry old general cursed everyone around him as useless and then ordered the artillery to continue firing and bombarding.

This is what happens to an untrained army. It is good enough if they know how to charge and how to retreat, so the side that relies on building defense has the advantage.

Large-scale industrial creations always give people confidence.

So the old general no longer launched a charge, but instead ordered artillery bombardment.

"Blow up all these houses and turn them into ruins. I wonder where they can hide after that."

"It's our turn now!"

Martin decided to show up only after the rebels launched a charge.

"This presidential palace is about to be blown to pieces, and you're just deciding to intervene now?"

Martian Manhunter really couldn't understand Martin's thoughts.

Martin said calmly, "Although the president has signed an agreement with us, he still has to prove to me that he has the ability to continue fighting. At least he can't run away in the middle of the battle."

"If something like that really happened, the money and materials invested would be a small matter. If it triggers a chain reaction, how many of you would take our stuff for free and run to the United States to become a millionaire?"

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