Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 522: Capture Them Alive (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

The leader of this settlement was called Win Min. He had participated in the Vietnam War and was a member of the South Vietnamese army.

After the Americans fled, he brought some of his defeated troops to the deep mountains of Myanmar near India, controlled several mountain tribes, became a mercenary, and did all the dirty work.

It was because of his experience that the CIA entered into a long-term cooperative relationship with him.

Two thousand years later, the United States' strategic focus shifted and the CIA gradually stopped contacting him until five years ago when all contact was completely severed.

Wen Min was very happy that the CIA came to him again this time. After all, he was used to earning dollars, and without the support of the CIA, his life was really difficult.

What's more, this mission was just to provide shelter for a few people. There was no need to participate in any battles. It was simply making money while doing nothing. Wen Min was of course happy to do it.

However, when he heard from his men that the door was broken open by a knife, his heart instantly sank, knowing that he had offended someone he should not have.

"Chief, do you know what the Justice League is?"

Martin was pointed at by hundreds of guns, but he still looked calm, as if he was the one who surrounded everyone.

"Justice League?"

Wen Min's heart began to beat rapidly, and her ears were filled with the sound of her blood vessels throbbing.

"Damn the Americans, I knew they weren't that kind, and they brought me such a terrifying opponent."

As a veteran of the Vietnam War, Wen Min hid in the mountains but did not give up contact with the outside world and listened to the news every day.

Although his English was poor, he knew that the recently famous Justice League was composed of only superhumans, all of whom were extremely powerful and no one of them was easy to mess with.

"Of course I know your name, but our small place doesn't even have many roads. How can we be related to a big shot like you?"

Wen Min was still being stubborn. He wanted to temporarily trick the knife-wielding young man in front of him who looked like he was not someone to be trifled with, and then send the four men away.

In this way, he can offend no one and make a lot of money from the Americans.

"Hey, I see you are not young anymore, you must have experienced a lot, why do you like to treat me like a fool?"

Martin swung the Snow Drinking Knife forward, and a cold air spread, making these mountain people who had lived in tropical forests all their lives feel the feeling of winter.

"Since you are playing dumb, I will tell you that someone has kidnapped an important member of the alliance and is hiding here!"

"You have two choices. Either you raise your hands and surrender and cooperate with me to tell me everything about the Americans. Or I will do it myself, destroy your little kingdom, put you in jail, and then interrogate you to get everything out of your head."

"nonsense!"

Wen Min raised his eyebrows and shouted, "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. This place has nothing to do with the CIA, and I don't know any members of the Justice League. We don't welcome overbearing guests like you. I ask you to leave now, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

"I never told you that the people you are working with are from the CIA!"

Martin curled up a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then mocked the guy for confessing himself.

"Kick these rude guys out of our homes, they are not welcome here!"

Wen Min's face turned red instantly, and it was unclear whether she was angry or embarrassed.

He gave orders to the people around him in the local dialect, then quickly retreated and soon disappeared from the battlefield.

bang bang bang...

The crackling sound of gunfire instantly rang out in every place in the settlement.

Martin looked around and saw that everyone from fifty-year-old men to teenagers had become their enemies, firing at them with rifles.

"Old Ma, what should we do now?"

Kong Kenan dodged here and there. Although ordinary bullets could not even penetrate his skin, he still dodged out of habit, not wanting the bullets to hit him.

"Don't worry about them."

Martin flew into the air, and as he moved swiftly and dodged, the wind followed him, like a god in the wind.

"The reason I angered them was just to keep these people. If they ran into the forest, it would take exponentially longer to catch them."

In addition, he also planned to use this place as a point to expose the crimes of the Americans. In fact, it was to find a moral high ground for the Justice League to cut ties with the United States and make the members of the league feel better.

"Let's rescue Bruce now. Dodge the bullets below and pretend to run away!"

As Martin spoke, he had already landed on the roof, with the Snow Drinking Knife in his hand flying up and down, dancing around him like a white silk ribbon, shooting away all the bullets flying in the air. At the same time, he jumped around on the roof, avoiding crowded places.

Kong Kenan saw that Wen Min, who was retreating, actually stopped and mobilized more soldiers to join the siege here. He suddenly realized what was going on and, imitating Martin, deliberately took several more detours.

"It seems these superhumans are not as powerful as the news claims."

Wen Min watched Martin being blown off the roof by a shell, and the panic in his heart disappeared instantly: "Those Americans are getting weaker and weaker, so they are afraid of these superhumans. But I am different. Get all the big guys out of the warehouse and blow those two guys to death for me."

Wen Min laughed out loud and had already thought of using Martin's body to exchange for something from the CIA.

Although these mountain bases are safe, they are too closed and there is nowhere to spend the dollars.

This time, I want the Americans to help me build a road so that good things from outside the mountains can be transported in continuously.

……

Among the three people who kidnapped Bruce, one was a burly man nearly two meters tall, covered in muscles and with fists as big as casseroles.

One was as skinny as a bamboo pole, with only bones beneath the skin, making one doubt whether a gust of wind could blow him down.

The other one was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He looked like the teachers you often see in school, with a greasy and slightly bald head, and a clever gleam in his eyes.

They were all wearing black exoskeleton armor with energy liquid that looked like blood flowing on it, making the closed room look a little eerie.

"The Justice League is chasing us!"

The middle-aged man wearing glasses was sitting in the middle of the room, but he was the first to see what was happening outside.

The big man rushed to the window, carefully opened a crack in the blackout cloth, and saw the lively scene of chasing Martin on the hill outside the house.

"Humph, what a bunch of rabble. We should have chosen another route and headed directly north."

The big guy couldn't stand the undisciplined behavior of the mountain people, and then he questioned this route.

"It's no use talking about this now, let's just think about how to get out of this!"

Skinny noticed the unhappy look on the bespectacled man's face and quickly stepped out to smooth things over, calming down this small conflict that could have caused big trouble.

"The man with a knife outside the window is not recorded in the Justice League's files. He is most likely the legendary Martin. The boy in the red tights is the Superman created by Dongda."

The man with glasses also came to the window and looked out. He quickly analyzed their identities and gave a plan: "Both of them are difficult to deal with. Let's go separately and each take a package to confuse the sight. As for who can escape, it depends on God's will." "Humph!"

The big guy snorted coldly, agreeing to the plan. Naturally, the thin bamboo pole had no other opinions.

"Let's draw lots and choose someone to bring the real Bruce Wayne."

The man with glasses took out three chopsticks and held them in his hand, all of equal length: "The one with the shortest chopstick will be chosen. There will be no second chance."

The big guy frowned, suspecting that this sinister guy with glasses might be cheating.

But at this point, he didn't care whether he was the most dangerous one.

For them, failing to complete the mission would not be much better than falling into the hands of the Justice League.

On the contrary, Skinny Bamboo Pole looked at the three chopsticks and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He didn't hope to be the one chosen.

The man with glasses stared at the chopsticks in his hand, saying nothing, as if he didn't care who was the chosen one.

"let's start!"

Bruce has been in disguise and just received a notice from the Martian Manhunter that Martin wants to capture all these people alive.

He immediately realized that Martin was going to use these people to do something, so he began to pay attention to the situation in the room.

When he heard these people were going to draw lots, he knew that the best time for him to take action had come.

Gambling activities such as drawing lots and betting will greatly distract the participants' energy and make them ignore some things around them.

Bruce heard them start drawing lots, but he didn't move. He just remained where he was, waiting quietly.

The man with glasses shifted his gaze a little, and was relieved to see that there was no change in the bag containing Bruce.

“I didn’t win!”

Skinny Bamboo exclaimed, excited that he didn't get the most dangerous task.

Bruce suddenly opened his eyes and shook his hands. The deformed metal hidden in his nails flew out and combined into a bat dart. He tore open the bag containing himself and rushed out like a leopard, heading straight for the man with glasses.

The man with glasses subconsciously looked at his companion, expressing his disdain for his cowardly behavior: "I don't know if the other party is real or not..."

He was halfway through his words when he sensed danger and subconsciously tilted his head.

The bat dart flew past his face, leaving a thin line of blood on his face, and then the dart exploded, spraying out a stream of green powder.

The armor on the three kidnappers deformed and their helmets closed, protecting them from inhaling more green powder.

"How could Bruce wake up and still have a weapon on him?"

The man with glasses raised his hands upwards, and with a burst of telekinesis, he grabbed Bruce directly and pushed him upwards.

But just as Bruce's back was about to hit the beam, his vision suddenly blurred and his hands and feet became limp.

"These are plant spores that Poison Ivy researched herself. Enjoy them!"

Bruce wrapped his hands around the beams, swung his legs, and kicked a hole in the roof of the wooden house.

"Stop him, don't let him escape, otherwise we'll be doomed!"

The man with glasses began to have hallucinations. He bit his tongue to stimulate himself with the pain and inject medicine into the armor. At the same time, he used his telekinesis to pull downwards, and the whole house collapsed with a crash.

All four were buried under the collapsed planks.

boom!
Bruce was the least depressed. He was very close to the roof. When the house collapsed, he protected himself by lying down. Then, with a little force, he threw the wooden board off his body.

Fortunately, this is a wooden house. If it was a brick or concrete house, he would probably be seriously injured without any equipment.

"kill him!"

The big guy and Bruce broke out of the ruins almost one after another. As soon as he emerged, he gave orders to the surrounding mountain people in the local dialect.

Although the blood-thirsty mountain people have not killed anyone yet, the atmosphere of the battlefield has invaded their brains and made them mentally unstable.

Hearing someone shout, they turned their guns and shot at Bruce, who was shirtless.

"Damn it!"

Bruce didn't understand the local dialect, but he had good eyesight and noticed the movements of the mountain people around him, and then he went to find a place to hide.

But there was nothing next to the house that had just collapsed, and there was no way a pile of broken wood could have been hit by a bullet.

bang bang bang...

Flames spurted out of the mountain people's rifles, and countless bullets were fired at Bruce.

He could only lie on the ground and fall behind the roof, betting that these mountain people were not good at shooting.

At this moment, Martin fell from the sky, kicking out a violent storm with his legs. The raging winds directly kicked away all the flying bullets, and the fragments of the wooden house under his feet also flew away.

The remaining two kidnappers also revealed their true identities. The skinny one fell to the ground, laughing, drooling from his mouth. He was already immersed in the illusion created by the spores and could no longer take any action.

The man with glasses shakily got up, looked at the big man, and instantly understood each other's thoughts.

Things have come to this point, there is no room for recovery.

They can only try their best to kill Bruce, only in this way can their people be spared.

"kill!"

The big man roared, and his body began to swell, growing to three meters in an instant, and rushed towards Martin like a wall.

A shocking glance!
Martin swung his sword swiftly, and the Snow Drinking Sword turned into a white silk and slashed at the burly man, but the blade only cut a small gap in his armor, and the sword energy was also blown away.

"Interesting! Savage was able to create something like this. His ten thousand years after the Ancient War were not lived in vain."

Martin threw the Mother Box to Bruce, ignored the man with glasses, and rushed towards the big guy, using the Red Plum in the Snow.

The knife flashed and the air was cold.

The heart of the Snow Drinking Sword cheered along with Martin's fighting spirit. When the magic sword was swung, the cold air had already frozen the surroundings. The sword energy was endless, like flying snow in the north, directly wrapping up the enemy.

Bruce grabbed the Mother Box thrown by Martin, turned it a few times, and a set of bat armor was teleported directly to him, fitting perfectly.

The man with glasses frowned, and then he heard Batman's dull voice: "Now, you should pay for your crimes!"

(End of this chapter)