Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 511 We are on the same road (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
The bodyguards guarding the door seemed to have let down their guard, but they still stood in four directions surrounding Martin, alert that he might take action at any time.

Martin noticed all this but pretended not to see anything. He followed them into the room and immediately saw the middle-aged man standing at the door.

He was tall, about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body, some wrinkles on his face and a carefully trimmed beard on his chin.

Although he didn't look as handsome as other young men, he stood there like a wall, giving people a sense of majesty without even being angry.

Martin saw traces of a soldier in him. Although he was wearing a suit, the murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden from Martin, who was also a warrior.

"Fang Zhifu, nice to meet you, Mr. Martin!"

The middle-aged soldier was the first to extend his hand to Martin, looking like a kind uncle next door.

"My foreign colleagues were not used to my orders, so they gave me a nickname, 'Iron-faced General.'"

Martin suddenly realized, "I saw General Fang's name in the records of the Sky Eye Society. They called you the Ten Heroes and made up some very bad things."

"The Americans love to project their own issues onto others and spread them. We old guys each have our own duties and there is no such organization."

Fang Zhifu enthusiastically invited Martin to sit down. He was surprised when he learned that the Justice League had a real leader.

This surprise turned into admiration when he saw how young Martin was.

Although many people see the Justice League as an affiliate of the US government and the "childish behavior" of a group of young people, the top leaders are well aware that the Justice League is far more powerful than ordinary people see.

Before today, they thought that Superman and his people had spontaneously united and gradually reached this point in order to fight against Apokolips.

But I didn't expect that all this was made possible by the efforts of this young man, Martin. This made things very different.

Fang Zhifu's evaluation of the Justice League has been raised to a higher level, which means that the Justice League has a complete program and direction, and is not just a whim of the moment.

He even ignored the knife on the other's back and asked Martin to sit down and have a long talk.

"The Snow Drinking Knife is very cold, don't pull it out."

Martin took the initiative to hand the knife to the embarrassed guard and warned him not to draw the Snow Drinking Knife.

This magic sword is not gentle to everyone. If you are not careful, you will be turned into an ice stick.

The guard didn't believe what Martin said, but he was a professional guard and certainly wouldn't touch the guests' things.

After Martin handed over the Snow Drinking Knife, he followed Fang Zhifu into the reception room further inside. It was not big but private enough.

"Please take a seat."

Fang Zhifu made a pot of tea himself, but he and Martin both knew that this was just a polite gesture, a meaningless one to slightly adjust the atmosphere of the conversation.

"I'm still surprised. I didn't expect the founder of the Justice League to be so young and a Chinese. How could there be no record of someone like you in the country?"

People in the Justice League often overlook this point. Martin's identity changes every day. They have long been familiar with this and often overlook a lot of things.

But when Fang Zhifu met Martin for the first time, he immediately felt a familiar feeling about Martin that people in the United States and Western countries do not have.

"Strictly speaking, I am a Chinese from another universe, so it is normal that there is no record about me."

Martin casually revealed a bombshell.

"I see."

Fang Zhifu was surprised, but not as surprised as before: "We also have research on parallel universes, but we always have no direction, and many people have given up. If they knew about your existence, they would definitely jump up in surprise."

"Once we have sorted out the Apocalypse issue, I wouldn't mind meeting them."

Martin politely ended the pleasantries and got straight to the point: "General Fang, let's talk about Bruce. He was one of the most important people in the Justice League, but now he has disappeared."

"No need to be so polite, just call me Lao Fang."

Fang Zhifu was also annoyed about Bruce's disappearance.

Even without his identity as a member of the Justice League, Bruce is still one of the most important partners of the University of the East. The Wayne Group's annual investment in the University of the East is enough for local governments to worship him as the God of Wealth.

In order to protect Bruce's safety, he also arranged a lot of people, but the person still disappeared mysteriously without any clues.

"I don't want to explain this accident, but please believe me, I will do my best to bring Bruce back."

Fang Zhifu is a soldier. He always believes that "actions speak louder than words", so he doesn't want to explain anything.

"Unfortunately, I found some key clues at the scene."

Martin determined Fang Zhifu's character and decided to tell his discovery.

"You should be happy, but now you are hesitating. Are these clues pointing to a bad outcome?"

Fang Zhifu became nervous, but all he could think about was Bruce.

"Bruce did not disappear at the summit, nor did he disappear in his room. He left the room last night, and the memories of our security team members were all modified, causing them to forget the details."

Martin stated his findings directly, but did not go on.

"He ended his meeting with me last evening and should have rested at night. Why..."

Fang Zhifu suddenly understood the hidden meaning in Martin's words. Anger immediately spread across his face. A layer of iron armor grew on his body, and abundant energy spread around.

Martin sat in his seat, put his hand on the table, and practiced the Bing Xin Jue. His power penetrated his body and turned into an invisible air wall, which was forcibly controlled within his body by Fang Zhifu's power, thus preventing the room from being destroyed.

After a moment, Fang Zhifu controlled his anger, the armor on his body slowly disappeared, and the raging energy returned to his body.

"Sorry, I lost my temper!"

Fang Zhifu took a deep breath and apologized to Martin: "But what you said just now was implying that someone in our company colluded with the outside world to replace Bruce silently. This is a very serious accusation. If you don't have evidence, our cooperation will end."

Martin places the Mother Box on the table, and the cube releases everything he just saw, along with the memories that Martian Manhunter dug up.

"The Justice League has paid a lot to reach this covenant. When I was investigating, I didn't want this conjecture to come true. But if someone close to you hadn't stepped in, how could Bruce take such a risk and leave his room?"

As Fang Zhifu looked at the various evidences released by the Mother Box, his face became increasingly gloomy. He tried his best to control his emotions, but his hands were still shaking.

"asshole."

boom!
The exquisite table was smashed directly by Fang Zhifu's fist, and wood chips flew everywhere, even splashing on Martin's face.

"The evidence is yours."

Of course, Martin would not interfere in the other party's internal affairs. He pushed the mother box forward and passed all the information to Fang Zhifu.

"and many more!"

Fang Zhifu took out a brand new mobile phone with no logo on it, placed it next to the mother box, and copied the data directly. "If this is true, we will give you an explanation."

"I have no intention of intervening in your affairs. It would be very sad if you were to treat this matter as a normal incident and the Justice League as an insignificant little organization."

Martin really hopes to reach a cooperation with the University of Tokyo. There are only a few countries in this world that can look to the future.

The United States and its allies are definitely not such countries. They are either already rotten or are rotten.

"Please go back and wait for news! This matter will definitely have a satisfactory result."

Fang Zhifu said this expressionlessly. Although his face was expressionless, the anger in his heart had actually reached its peak.

For this matter, he specially arranged several teams, all of which were absolutely loyal, but he did not expect the possibility of a leak.

More importantly, the guards around him had no idea of the real purpose of this trip, and how did these people plan this conspiracy with the outside world?

Fang Zhifu stopped associating, perhaps because he thought of a possibility that made him feel scared.

Their internal attitude towards the Justice League has always been that the big brother helps the younger brother, but now something like this has happened.

Fang Zhifu didn't even dare to think about the impact this would have among his allies.

"I'll investigate Bruce's whereabouts. If you have any news, just inform Ron directly."

Martin did not intend to stop. He shook hands with the gloomy Fang Zhifu and left.

When he opened the door, he saw all the guards blocking the door, each of them holding a gun pointed at the door with a serious look on their faces.

"Everyone, Lao Fang was just showing me his abilities. The noise was a little loud. There's no need for you to be so nervous."

Martin spoke to the guards with a smile.

They are all trained superhumans, and each of them has impressive abilities, but they are not good enough in front of Martin.

"Put down your guns. Xiao Ma is our guest. What do you want to do by pointing guns at him?"

The guard put down his gun and made way only when he heard Fang Zhifu's voice.

Then, he walked to Martin, grabbed Martin's hand, and said seriously: "I hope that one day you can come directly to China, and I will entertain you with the greatest enthusiasm."

"Although you are Chinese from another universe, we are all brothers in this world, and we are all on the same path."

"I believe this day will come soon, not too far away."

Martin felt the warmth of Fang Zhifu's palm, smiled, and held his hand tightly.

"By the way, I'm asking the young people sent from the country to support you. They are very young and may make some small mistakes. I hope you can bear with them."

“It would be better if someone could help me.”

Martin did not refuse. No matter how young he was, he was trained. How bad could he be?
After saying that, he took the Snow Drinking Knife back from the guard and left the building directly.

The rebel troops were still standing guard around the area without making any moves. They were more like security guards than guards.

In a block not far away, thick smoke was already rising into the sky and sporadic gunshots continued to be heard without stopping.

It can be seen that the warlords knew very well who they should not mess with.

"What a shame. I don't have time to care about this matter right now, so you should just handle it internally!"

Martin looked at the rising smoke, shook his head, used his light skills to walk past the soldiers outside, and walked towards the black market that Zhou Zanxi had pointed out before.

The so-called black market is actually a corner that the mainstream cannot take care of, a piece of shadow that is slowly pieced together. The more the order is disrupted, the more prosperous this kind of place will be, and vice versa.

With the country in turmoil, the black market will of course flourish.

When Martin walked to the location Zhou Zanxi mentioned, he saw many people coming in and out, even soldiers among the crowd, and the people around him seemed to be used to it.

"My friend, you look strange! Do you have any acquaintances who would like to introduce you to me?"

Martin walked forward with the crowd, but was stopped by the gatekeeper, who asked him about his origins.

"Of course I have acquaintances!"

He reached into his arms, pulled out three or four stacks of green banknotes, and slammed them on the table: "Benjamin Franklin, this old friend, you should be very familiar with him, right?"

The gatekeeper's eyes lit up as he looked at the green banknote. He picked up the banknote, touched it again and again, looked at it again and again, and only let Martin pass after confirming its authenticity.

"My friend, for the sake of money, you are welcome here, but I hope you can be honest and not do anything that makes everyone unhappy."

Martin smiled at the gatekeeper's threat, then walked into the inconspicuous house, crossed the barrier in the middle of the room, and walked into a three-story building.

This building doesn't look big, but there is a whole new world underground. There are seven or eight floors deep underground, and each floor is packed with people.

These floors are divided into different areas according to the types of goods being bought and sold. The top floors are for secular things, such as water, food, and various electronic devices...

Going down, the things sold on these floors are getting more and more shady, weapons of unknown origin, stolen goods from various channels, land contracts, ownership of minerals in various mountainous areas, and people who are like livestock...

Martin walked through the floors with an expression on his face. He had seen this countless times before, but he still felt angry every time he saw it.

He controlled his anger and focused on his purpose of coming here, looking for the brokers who were selling intelligence.

This is not a simple matter. The intelligence dealer industry is often a mixture of true and false information. Each dealer has a different background and the quality of intelligence they can sell is also different.

"My hero, please stay!"

Martin was stopped by a middle-aged man who was dressed in a suit and had his hair oiled. He looked more like a lawyer than a black marketeer.

"I can tell from the first glance that you are a martial arts fanatic. You must be here to find a secret recipe that can increase your martial arts power! I have something good here."

"nice one?"

Martin didn't shake him off, and asked with interest: "You don't even have a decent store, what good things can you have?"

"Of course it's a secret medicine that enhances your power. It's made from pure human blood. One pill is stronger than six. I guarantee you'll feel better."

The businessman spoke with great excitement, as if he was acting, it was very exaggerated.

"I'm not a young man who has just started out. You're just trying to fool someone with your empty-handed tricks!"

As Martin made a move to leave, the businessman quickly pulled out his cell phone and played a series of pictures.

ps: Today’s is gone!

(End of this chapter)