Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 53: Don't Give Any Chance (Seeking to Read, Collect and Invest in Monthly Tickets)

"I am a reasonable person!"

The Joker's body swayed from side to side, but his gun-holding hand was firmly pointed at Bruce's head, not moving away for a moment.

Although he didn't laugh, the ending sound he dragged out at the end of his speech always gave people the feeling that he was laughing.

"Big guy, you are here for Mr. Wayne. And he is under my gun now, so you should surrender."

Martin ignored the Joker and pulled out one of his hands that was wrapped around Bane. His five fingers became sharp and pierced directly into his spine.

With his supernatural power activated, Bane's body began to shrink rapidly. All the energy in his flesh, blood, and bones was drained out. In the blink of an eye, his height and size were only half of what they were before.

Instead of absorbing the energy, Martin threw it all into the shadow of Bane at his feet.

Just like that, the shadow became extremely huge, while Bane's real body became just skin and bones.

The power between host and guest was reversed, and the huge shadow moved its hands and feet, trying to devour the main body.

Boom!
Martin stepped on it, and the shadow that almost covered the entire cabin was like being struck by lightning and shattered in an instant. The days of its ferocious and aggressiveness had just begun, but it was beaten back to its original form and there was no movement.

"Now we can talk!"

Martin turned into a ninja soldier, holding the skinny Bane in one hand, and shifted his gaze to Bruce first, and asked, "Can you walk by yourself?"

Bruce raised his head slowly. He did not recognize Martin, but he knew that this superhuman who could control shadows was here to save him, so he shook his head honestly.

He and the Joker have fought for so many years and are familiar with each other's weaknesses.

Moreover, the Joker enjoyed torturing Bruce, using almost all tricks and punishments. He didn't care whether Bruce gave in or changed, he just kept torturing him.

"All right!"

Martin nodded, then turned his gaze to the madman with thick oil paint on his face and said bluntly: "It is you who should surrender now."

All the shadows began to move at his voice, surrounding the clown from all sides.

"I'm not Batman. I only have one way to deal with people like you, and that is to kill them!"

"Whoa, calm down, Mr. Shadow."

The clown seemed frightened and took two steps back, but suddenly pulled the trigger.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet went through Bruce's shoulder, tearing through the flesh and piercing the bone.

"Humph!"

Bruce fell headfirst to the ground due to the impact of the bullet. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Even though his body began to twitch, he did not cry out in pain.

Martin sighed inwardly as he looked at Bruce, whose face had turned purple but who still refused to give in.

Although the Joker is special, he is still a mortal with flesh and blood, and it is impossible for him to keep having weird ideas.

At least when torturing people, the clown has to see the tortured person showing a painful expression in order to get a sense of pleasure.

If Bruce holds on so hard, the Joker won't be satisfied, his emotions will get out of control and he'll reveal his flaws.

Martin understood why he did this, but he felt that it was unnecessary.

"I am not a mortal. Now I am not even a human."

The swaying shadow suddenly jumped three feet high, wrapped around the wounded Bruce from several directions, and dragged him directly into the shadow world.

"Give me back my bat..."

The clown's eyes turned red as he saw his prey being suddenly taken away. He pulled the trigger repeatedly, and laughing gas that he had specially modified came out of the cabin.

But the bullet hit the shadow and went straight through it without even touching Bruce.

Martin inhaled all the poisonous gas that could make people die of laughter in one breath.

Then, nothing happened. He attacked in the form of a ninja soldier, grabbed two sickles with both hands, rushed to the clown silently, and chopped down at his head from top to bottom.

Ding!
The clown pulled out a long-handled wooden hammer from somewhere and held up the falling sickle blade. His eyes, painted in white, emitted a strange light: "You are not human?"

"Soon, you will no longer be a human being, but a wandering ghost."

Martin did not deny his identity, nor did he need to.

One of the important reasons why the Joker has been able to wreak havoc in Gotham for so long and cause so many horrific tragedies is that Batman is an ordinary person.

No matter how rich Bruce is, he is still a human being. He can get hurt and die if shot. Even if he can constantly create limits, he also has his own limits.

"I am just a shadow."

He stretched out two arms from behind, passed the big wooden hammer, and hit the clown directly in the face, knocking him away.

"Your bullets, your hammer, your poison gas, your schemes, everything you have, can knock down Batman and his followers countless times, but you can't catch a fleeting shadow."

Martin's voice came from every shadow, and the clown dodged the shadows' attacks in a panic.

This madman born from the madness of Gotham smelled the scent of death. He looked at the big hand slapping towards him and threw a grenade.

The explosion defeated the shadow's hand, but a moment later, a new hand stretched out from the shadow and slapped him hard.

Martin disappeared, yet he was everywhere.

Every shadow is him, and they all act according to his will.

The Joker ignored the omnipresent gazes, unbuttoned his suit, and said with a smile: "I have thought about my own death. Almost every possibility is that the Bat lost this war to me and took my life with his own hands."

"But I didn't expect that I would die in this damn place today."

The Joker is not leaving anything to chance.

Batman doesn't kill people because he wants to restore order to Gotham and eliminate the growing chaos.

He has to convince people that there are rules that protect their lives and allow them to continue as normal.

Therefore, the true meaning of the principle of not killing is actually not lynching.

But the shadow opposite is not Batman. The blood and body parts on the ground are enough to prove that he is a guy who kills without blinking an eye.

Martin did not respond to the Joker. He raised his hand and countless shadows turned into spikes, first piercing the Joker's limbs, and then the dripping blood lifted him into the air.

Then he walked out of the shadows, looked at the long sword [Flame of Burning Sin] drawn from his waist, and pierced his heart directly.

Martin was worried that the Joker's crazy will would have a bad influence in the Shadow Kingdom and was unwilling to give this madman any chance.

The pure white flame spread from the heart to the clown's entire body. The purple suit gradually turned into ashes, and the clown's grinning face gradually turned into ceramic, frozen in this moment.

"Hehe, we left you a big gift. I hid the Joker venom, enough to infect the entire Gotham, in a place. Go find it!"

"If you fail, I will come back again."

"I'm really unwilling..."

"Death... is so painful..."

Martin listened to the clown's last voice without being moved, nor did he pull out the flame of sin.

After hearing that the madman was completely dead, he smashed his body into pieces with one punch, threw all the pieces into the sea, and then sank the ship that was about to fall apart.

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