Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 48 I have nine forms, nine forms! (Please read, collect, and vote)
"It's me, Martin!"

Martin pulled down his mask, revealing his face.

Although his skin turned blue, his facial shape and features did not change at all, and he still wore glasses on his face.

Those who are familiar with him can easily recognize him.

But Nightwing just stared at him blankly without any reaction.

Martin put his hands on his hips, shook his head and said in dissatisfaction: "Come on, am I that hard to recognize?"

Nightwing shook his head belatedly, pointed at the shadow tentacles flying everywhere and said, "Can't you blame me for this? You were a wise and reliable wizard yesterday, but today you have turned into... this horrible look."

He racked his brains but couldn't think of how to describe Martin who was surrounded by shadows.

"See, I told you that hiding your memories is a good thing. Even you can't bear such a change, let alone others."

Martin hopped over to Nightwing and dug him out, along with Deadshot and Killer Croc.

Nightwing spat out the sand in his mouth and looked at Martin who was swaying from side to side: "And are you too excited mentally? I can see the shadow of that madman Joker."

Martin waved his hand casually and explained: "I have to use this excited state to suppress the negative emotions in my shadow, otherwise I will become a tyrant who controls the world with my shadow."

"You're kidding, right?" Nightwing swallowed.

"Do you want to try it?" Martin asked, bending down slightly and approaching him.

A cold breath hit him, and Nightwing felt a hand on his neck. He shook his head quickly: "Forget it. But don't change into such a dangerous identity next time."

Martin shrugged. "It's not for me to decide."

"By the way, where is Bruce? You haven't rescued him yet."

Martin pulled Nightwing out of the dirt pit.

Killer Croc had a very keen intuition about danger. He looked at Martin's back and didn't want to get close to him at all. He carefully moved to the side of Deadshot and poked him in the waist.

"Hey, Lawton, do you know where this black-clad ninja comes from?"

"Of course I don't know. But I think the two of us should take the money and leave." Death Shooter answered simply.

Killer Croc nodded in agreement.

This job is not easy, and he just wants to take the money and live a carefree life.

"It's a trap."

Nightwing said to Martin in a somewhat depressed mood: "I completely fell into the trap of the Arkham Knight and was led by him. The moment I stepped into this tunnel, Captain Javelin's head was blown up, then it was Slipknot, and then..."

"I know today's failure was a big blow to you."

Martin interrupted Nightwing, now was not the time to blame himself.

"Carrying other people's lives and making decisions one by one is never an easy thing. I won't let you take it easy. As long as you still value other people's lives, making choices will never be easy."

"Now, you better pull yourself together. We have to put an end to this."

If the Court of Owls hadn't interfered, he would have uprooted the League of Assassins and thrown them out of Gotham yesterday.

Nightwing took a deep breath and quickly shook off his depressed mood.

Martin stretched out his index finger and spun it in a circle in the air. The shadow swallowed all the assassins and mercenaries little by little, bringing them into the shadow world and turning them into marks on the wall.

But he kept the Arkham Knight.

"Talk to him first. If he's willing to confess, then everyone will be happy. If he resists to the end, I'll take action."

Martin pushed Nightwing towards Arkham Knight, while he himself blocked Deadshot and Killer Croc who were trying to escape.

His body quickly expanded and turned into a burly fat man. He grabbed their necks with his palm-leaf fan-sized hands and said without letting them be refused: "Let's talk."

Deadshot and Killer Croc looked at the big hands strangling their throats and had no choice but to obey.

The Shadow Corps has nine chapters, the most common ninja group, with a large number of people and similar abilities to ordinary ninjas. Martin has now become a giant shadow soldier, with great strength and first-class resistance to injury. Although he is not fast, he is a strong meat shield and assault unit.

Killer Croc, the half-human, half-beast crocodile man, can easily crush a living person's head, but in Martin's hands he is no more than a chicken.

In addition, there are also swift shadow soldiers with eyes that can tear apart steel.

A flying shadow soldier who has the ability to fly and can control shadows to fire light cannons.
The helmeted soldiers wearing armor and charging into battle,

A soft shadow soldier that can transform and travel through any area.

A Shadow Devourer that can devour other shadows to strengthen itself.
There is a pincer shadow soldier with a spike in the left hand and a pincer in the right hand, and a sickle shadow soldier who can transform into a beast.

Nine types of troops, nine forms.

Martin can use these nine forms to deal with all kinds of troubles and enemies.

The assassins of the Assassin's League were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of him.

"Floyd Lawton, Jr."

After Martin turned into a giant shadow soldier, his voice became very low.

"You are an excellent killer, and your name is registered with criminal authorities in various countries. Can two million clear your name and allow you to live a normal life with your daughter instead of continuing to go to jail and escape from prison?"

"Transactions are transactions. My daughter has nothing to do with this business."

Death Shooter's face turned even darker. He knew very well that his identity could not be washed away by money.

But he had no other choice but to work as a killer to make money, and he could only keep deceiving himself.

Now that his fantasy had been shattered, he was furious and humiliated, but he did not take action because he could not beat Martin.

"There is an opportunity before you now."

Martin is like the devil in the legend, tempting the Death Shooter step by step into his trap.

"As long as Bruce Wayne can be rescued, you can ask him to find you a job in the Wayne Group. I don't need to emphasize the power of the Wayne family. With his endorsement, you can get rid of your identity as a killer and criminal, and give your daughter a chance to enter the upper class."

"I did it. As long as you guarantee that Bruce Wayne will fulfill his promise, I will do it even if it means I die."

Death Shooter sold himself out without hesitation.

Killer Croc snorted coldly and shouted, "I don't have any children, don't try to seduce me with this trick."

"You want to open your eyes and have endless roasted pork, roasted lamb, and roasted chicken..."

"Brother, from now on you are my real brother."

Killer Croc couldn't stop drooling just thinking about it, and he knelt down in front of Martin and bowed his head.

"very good!"

Martin let the two of them go, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm a good person, I will definitely not sell you out."

The two men looked at Martin, who looked gloomy, and they didn't think so in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it out loud.

"You do it!"

Nightwing came over angrily, and it was obvious that he was rejected by the Arkham Knight.

"He is simply being unreasonable."

"calm down."

Martin also felt that Jason Todd's brain was damaged by soaking in a hot spring. He didn't go after the Joker for revenge, but chased Batman. He was simply sick.

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