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Chapter 51 The Big Man Who Came Back from the Dead (Please Read, Please Ticket and Collect)

After wiping out the entire upper deck of the cruise ship, Martin changed his form again. His hands turned into claws that were sharp enough to easily tear through steel, his legs pulled down to become sharp cones, and his head also bulged upwards and became pointed.

hum!
He crossed his arms over his chest, the wings behind him disappeared, and his body spun like a giant gyroscope, falling directly towards the cruise ship on the sea.

Amid the sound of steel breaking, Martin tore open the reinforced bulkhead and rushed directly into the cabin.

The assassins and mercenaries crowded in the corridor stared at the door with their guns raised. As soon as the intruder came in, they would fire all their bullets at him.

But a black gyroscope fell from the sky, and the friction of its high-speed rotation caused iron filings to fly everywhere, grinding the people around it into powder.

Bright red blood mist mixed with bone powder filled the entire corridor. Martin stopped spinning and waved his sharp claws at the man in scarlet gauze, like a demon walking out of the shadows.

"Fire!"

Every assassin in the Assassin's League has undergone hellish training and is loyal to the leader of demons.

While the mercenaries were petrified, the assassins stared at the stinking smell of blood, pulled the trigger, and fired bullets at the weird shadow monsters.

As gunshots rang out, the mercenary regained his sanity and pulled the trigger, firing bullets continuously at the shadow monster.

Countless bullets came towards him, but Martin stood still. The bullets flying from both sides passed through his body and knocked down a group of assassins and mercenaries on the opposite side.

Martin was a shadow, and mere bullets could do no harm to him.

Ripples appeared on his body, but they returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

"It's my turn!"

Martin took a wave of attacks from these people and confirmed that his body was no different from his shadow.
Then he stretched out a pair of sharp claws, inserted them into the bulkheads on both sides, tore off two steel plates with force, twisted his waist, and threw them to both sides.

The steel plates with jagged edges rotated at high speed, tearing the air apart, like two large rotating guillotines, directly cutting the people in the first three rows in half.

"Monster, damn Gotham monster!"

The mercenary looked at the invincible Martin and couldn't help but start to get scared, cursing loudly this damn city and the monsters living in it.

The assassins, without emotion and without knowing what fear was, began to retreat.

They realized that they had no chance of stopping the invader, so they wanted to retreat to the lower deck and inform their superiors of what was happening here.

But no matter what instruments they used or what frequencies they changed, they could not contact the outside world.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Martin grabbed the stuck steel plate and squeezed it hard, causing it to shatter. Countless fragments shot out, and the assassins and mercenaries who were a step slower had several big holes in their bodies and died on the spot.

"I have blocked the entire ship's signals. You are daydreaming if you want to inform that woman Talia."

Martin raised his pointed feet, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and walked down to the lower level.

The assassins of the Assassin's League are all brainwashed killing machines, and Bane's mercenaries often participate in wars around the world.

It is not an exaggeration to describe these people as people who deserve no pity to die.

Martin went on a killing spree, not only because he wanted to rescue Bruce as soon as possible to prevent Dick from being involved in the bloody plot of the wealthy fighting for inheritance, but also because these people deserved to die.

Tap, tap, tap…

Martin's pointed feet landed on the steel plate, making a clear sound.

"Don't even think about running away. We are on the sea and you have no way to escape. However, the members of the Assassin's League are all paranoid lunatics. They don't care about life or death."

"My fellow mercenaries, are you willing to accompany these lunatics and die in the vast ocean, without even a tombstone left behind, dying silently?"

Martin walked slowly and his shadow gradually covered the entire cruise ship with his footsteps, controlling all the situations on the ship.

Boom!
The assassin and the mercenary answered Martin with a closed door. "You are courting death. You can't blame me for that."

Martin was not at all surprised by the enemy's stubborn resistance.

People always stubbornly believe in something, and the more desperate the situation is, the more they will deceive themselves.

But this has nothing to do with Martin. Facing enemies who refuse to surrender, he will not have the slightest sympathy or mercy and will only defeat them with the most powerful means.

When the shadow covered the entire ship, Martin kicked his legs and rushed directly to the gate. He swung his claws and tore open the heavy door like tearing thin rice paper.

Amid the crackling sound of gunfire, Martin crossed the dense bullets and swung out his claws, drawing out several dark rays of light, and then several assassins and mercenaries were cut in half.

Whether it was a steel gun or a bulletproof vest with bulletproof steel plates, they were all as fragile as paper in front of Martin's sharp claws.

He pressed forward step by step, swinging his sharp claws continuously. The separated bodies fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the dark space.

The assassins showed no fear and rushed towards Martin one by one, risking their lives to hold him back.

Martin couldn't get past these people, so he kept swinging his claws, moving forward, and taking their lives.

Neither side gave in, lives continued to disappear in the dark space, blood and broken limbs flew everywhere, and shadows continued to spread.

However, the ordinary mercenaries were finally unable to withstand such pressure. They lost control during the fight and ran away screaming.

Martin did not chase them. These mercenaries had lost their will and could not organize themselves, so they had no killing power.

"Everyone get out of my way. I will defeat this shadow."

Martin heard a familiar voice and broke the last ninja's neck.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure walking in.

Bane!

Bane, who should have died in the explosion, came back to life.

He was carrying a canister of green venom on his back. His body was several times larger than before, and he had a breathing mask on his face. The blood vessels under the muscles of his limbs were like a wandering giant python.

"Damn Lazarus Pool!"

Martin thought quickly and guessed the secret of Bane's resurrection.

"Big guy, how does it feel to be dead? Have you seen what hell is like?"

Bane didn't remember Martin, but when he heard the voice of the shadow in front of him, he felt an unknown anger in his heart.

"Go to hell, I'm going to crush you completely, even if you're a shadow."

Bane opened the can on his back and injected green liquid into his body. His bones grew, his muscles became denser like steel, and his body size grew larger.

Boom!
Bane jumped up, causing the whole ship to shake and tremble. He raised his fists and punched Martin hard.

Martin did not show weakness. His body grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he had grown into a giant figure like a sumo wrestler. He grabbed Bane's fist and stood as steady as a rock, not moving at all.

"You want to compete with me in strength, then I will grant your wish."

Martin stared at Bane's green eyes, exerted force with both hands, twisted his waist violently, and Bane's feet left the ground and flew out in the direction of his force.

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