Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 534 You Can Go Now (Please Subscribe and Read, Monthly Ticket Recommendation!)
Martin did not stay in Star Labs for long. After interviewing about twenty or thirty ordinary employees, he was ready to leave.

Although the number of general employees he interviewed was far fewer than the people on Barry's list, the situations he encountered were quite diverse.

Almost every general employee who came for the interview had his own story. They mixed their professional theories with some specious realities to refute Martin.

But to Martin, any time these people attempt to engage in this kind of debate, they have disqualified themselves from joining the Justice League.

These people are generally around 30 years old. They are by no means rookies and are well aware of the importance of discipline in modern society.

But they still put on such a posture, obviously wanting to seize the right to speak from Martin and use the resources of the Justice League to become their new parasite.

This is what the petty bourgeoisie is like. They seem to be pursuing some truth, but in fact they are just using the "absolute" authority to suppress other classes in society, instigating people from other classes to die, and then they will step on the corpses of others to pick fruits.

Martin saw through these people's plans at a glance. Before leaving, he temporarily interrupted the interview and expressed his opinions to Oliver and Caitlin.

"Your perspective on the world is too dark. The employees of Star Labs are all..."

"I just need your professional advice."

Martin ignored Caitlin's voice, handed Oliver out alone, and said to him: "Ron will send someone to assist you with the interview. The situation here is more serious than I thought. If this group of people enter the alliance in droves, the research department will be finished sooner or later."

"Is it that bad?"

Oliver also had some doubts about Martin's judgment.

"Yao Fei should have taught you more than just fighting on Devil's Island."

Martin's question left Oliver silent.

"Yao Fei is an excellent teacher. He not only taught me how to do things, but also taught me the meaning of thinking itself."

"I'll keep an eye on these people and make sure they don't do anything."

"As long as Ron sends someone over, you can leave and help me do another thing, tracking down Savage's tentacles in the United States."

Martin would not let someone like Oliver waste his time in the Star Lab.

"Those guys who have lived for tens of thousands of years are not easy to deal with. Even if they didn't set up a main force in the United States in the past, it is not easy to find their traces."

Oliver was an expert at tracking, and he knew very well that the more sophisticated the beast, the less trace it would leave.

To find those cunning beasts in the jungle, you need not only skills, but also luck and even God's mercy.

"No matter how cunning the beasts are, they cannot escape their instinct to eat flesh and drink blood. As long as the bait is sweet enough, Savage will always take the bait."

Martin didn't think Savage was a beast, he was a giant, but a giant needed stronger limbs to move flexibly.

Once his limbs were broken, his huge body would be trapped in place and at the mercy of others.

Savage's limbs were his connection to society, and once those connections were severed, Martin could manipulate him at will.

"What kind of leader would come up with a plan to use himself as bait? You are kidding me."

Oliver and Bruce had the same reaction, both felt that Martin was being extremely irresponsible by putting himself in danger.

"I don't have the habit of committing suicide. Even if my identity today is not special, no one can kill me."

Martin answered Oliver the same way he answered Bruce, and would not accept any advice.

"It has been several hours since I took the initiative to reveal my identity. There should be many assassins who came for money gathered outside the Star Lab. I can deal with them myself, so you don't need to worry."

"Since you have already thought of everything, why are you still discussing it with me?"

Oliver was a little angry and simply threw everything to Martin.

"This is just the beginning. The first people to appear are often the least valuable. But as the level of pursuit increases, the enemies floating under the surface will gradually reveal their true colors. That's when it's time for you to make your debut."

Martin did not comfort Oliver. He waved his hand and walked out of the door of Star Laboratory alone.

In order to make his behavior seem less deliberate, he also borrowed a motorcycle from Oliver.

When he got on the motorcycle, he pressed the mother box directly onto the body of the vehicle and completely transformed it to ensure that the vehicle would not break down at the critical moment.

Martin rode his motorcycle, roaring all the way and braving the wind blowing in his face, heading towards Gotham.

In terms of importance alone, Central City's Star Lab is no match for Gotham.

Through Gotham's immigration plan, the Justice League will gain hundreds of thousands of industrial populations who can be considered loyal to the League. They can survive in a place like Gotham and can naturally create more miracles.

All the Star Laboratory has is a group of scientists, and the special information they have is meaningless to the Alliance.

The reason why Martin chose Star Laboratory as his first stop was because it was very unstable.

This scientist's ideology is too liberal, and the last thing the Justice League needs right now is someone like him.

"Gideon, are you on the line?"

Martin followed the road in front of the Star Laboratory and rushed directly to the highway, then contacted Gideon.

"Yes sir, I am always at your service."

"Help me pay attention to the surroundings and monitor those who are following me and various props."

Martin didn't pay attention to the situation around him, but just concentrated on driving his motorcycle on the highway.

There are some lanes on American highways specifically for motorcycles, but apart from professionals, ordinary people rarely ride motorcycles across states.

Despite this, riding a motorcycle on the highway is still a very dangerous and not at all comfortable activity.

Martin would never have traveled in this way if it wasn't for luring out the killers.

"I have identified the people and tools that are tracking and monitoring you. There are 128 targets. Among them, there are 72 assassins, none of whom are already famous. Most of them are newcomers. The sources of those who are monitored by satellites and cameras are quite complicated."

"You don't have to introduce them one by one. The remote monitors won't show up easily, and I'm not interested in causing trouble for them."

Martin listened to the information summarized by Gideon and finally decided to kill the first batch of killers on the road.

"Please help me choose a place with few people. I want to kill these killers silently, and it would be best if I don't cause public panic."

"On the way to Gotham, you will pass through many abandoned industrial areas, including a large number of abandoned factories or construction sites. There are many areas that meet your requirements."

Gideon projected the map onto Martin's helmet, marking all the industrial areas on the highway.

Central City and Gotham are both on the East Coast, the only difference is the north and south. Martin rides a motorcycle that has been modified for the Mother Box. He doesn't need to worry about energy problems and can always maintain high speed. He can reach Gotham before night.

"Let's walk for another hour and try to attract more cannon fodder so we can get rid of them all at once."

Martin decided to show off his abilities and let those who were watching him know what he was capable of, instead of always sending flies flying around his ears.

“Although I’m not afraid of enemy attacks, I don’t want to be surrounded by buzzing flies. I hope to attract more valuable targets through myself, rather than a group of minions.”

"I have marked an abandoned industrial area for you. At our current speed, we will be there by 2 pm. I will inform you then."

After Gideon finished this, he fell silent.

Martin did not call their names again, but increased his speed slightly, weaving among the vehicles, circling back and forth.

"What is this guy doing? Performing circuses? I really can't understand. What's so special about him that he is worth so much money?"

"The target looks like an ordinary person. We are going to make a lot of money this time."

"Hey, speed up now, catch up with that guy, and kill him right on the road."

The killers following Martin observed for a long time. They didn't know Martin's identity and just thought he was an employee of the Justice League.

More and more killers looked at Martin's back and felt that his back had turned into a series of numbers, as if waving at them, like a prostitute wearing only a gauze dress, seducing a patron.

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore! Now rush over, blow this guy to pieces, and then collect the bounty."

A killer sitting in a black Cayenne couldn't contain his greed, he rolled down the window, accelerated suddenly, and rushed to Martin with one step on the accelerator. Four automatic rifles were extended from the car, firing bullets, and several sticky bombs were thrown out at the same time.

"You are too impatient!"

Martin was surprised that someone jumped out and wanted to take off his head right now.

But unexpectedly, he freed his right hand and grabbed the mother box from the motorcycle. The mother box transformed into a lightsaber handle in his palm and directly spit out a red blade. Buzz...

He let the Force flow only for his senses, turned his wrist, and the Mother Box lightsaber directly melted the flying bullets, while cutting the sticky bombs in the middle.

Although the temperature of the Mother Box lightsaber was very high, Martin swung the sword too fast and the bombs were thrown out before the lightsaber and explosives could react.

"FUCK!"

"There must be something wrong with my eyes. That guy actually has a lightsaber in his hand."

"Quickly retreat, hurry up, and get all the big guys out!"

The four killers in the car were stunned when they saw their target took out a lightsaber, and their movements became panicked, but the two people in the back row still took out rocket launchers and pulled the trigger directly.

"Go away!"

Martin pushed his left hand downwards, and an invisible force burst out from his palm, pushing him and the motorcycle upwards four or five meters.

The killers stared in amazement as the target flew over their heads on a motorcycle and landed on the other side. They even forgot to pay attention to what the rockets they launched hit.

"You guys really have no sense of righteousness! Throwing explosives everywhere, what if innocent passersby are injured?"

The moment Martin landed, he pressed his face against the killers' car window, stared at them, and asked loudly.

If he hadn't used the Force to push the rocket, the vehicle passing by on the opposite road would have been blown up into the sky.

"Shit! Turn around quickly, this guy is a Jedi Knight, we can't beat him."

The four killers in the car were startled by Martin who suddenly stuck close to them. The driver slammed on the brakes, drifted, and the front of the car crashed through the highway railings separating the two directions, forced its way into another road, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Seriously? You all know I have the Force, and you think you can escape from me with just a car?"

Martin looked at the panicked killer, shook his head, and then stretched out his left hand towards the black Cayenne.

"call!"

He exhaled slowly, calmed his mind, and used the invisible force to act directly on the car, fixing it in place.

"Step on the gas, that Jedi is about to catch up!"

The killers watched Martin getting closer and closer, and kept urging their driver, without even realizing that it was not Martin who was chasing them, but they were approaching Martin.

"Stop urging me, shut up. Can't you hear the wheels rubbing against the ground? I've stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. This car is being pulled backwards. If you really want to survive, fire at the back."

The driver was driven to the point of exasperation by his three companions. Unable to endure it any longer, he started to scold his companions.

The three killers stuck their heads out of the window and found that their car's tires were about to burst and were moving backwards.

"damn it!"

The three of them cursed loudly, and each of them took out a rocket launcher and pulled the trigger at Martin one after another.

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Three rockets, trailing long flame tails, screamed and rushed towards Martin. The explosives stored in them would cause a large amount of shock waves and high temperatures upon collision, destroying the entire highway.

"My friend, times have changed. Kinetic weapons like this are no longer useful!"

Martin shook his head and swung his right hand. The Mother Box lightsaber flew out, spinning like a red disc cutting the three rockets in the middle.

Boom!

The rocket exploded in mid-air, and the shock wave pushed the flames to spread in all directions, instantly separating Martin from the killers.

This little flame did not have any effect on Martin. He used the Mother Box lightsaber that flew back to him and released his left hand.

The killer's Cayenne lost the force that was pulling it backwards and flew out like a wild horse.

"We've escaped, let's run!"

"Don't worry, the best is yet to come."

When Martin heard the killers' cheers, he lightly hooked his left index and middle fingers, and the left front tire of the car flew out. The car also flew out, rolled hundreds of meters, and finally landed on its top.

"It's more convenient to ride on Hoof Shadow for this kind of operation!"

Martin transformed the Mother Box lightsaber into a cube form, restored the modified motorcycle under him to its original state, and then turned on the sonic boom and summoned out the Hoof Shadow.

"Herod-"

As soon as this iron warhorse came out, it was eager to get close to Martin.

"I know, I've been neglecting you a bit lately. But now I have a plan to ride you more often. We're going to fight side by side for a long time."

Martin saved Hoofshadow's head, and after some comfort, he rode it through the flames created by the flame bombs and came to the overturned vehicle.

"You, don't come over here, otherwise, otherwise I will..."

Three of the four killers died, and the driver survived by chance, but he was covered in blood and several parts of his body were torn by the deformed vehicle.

He watched Martin slowly approaching. In fear, his adrenaline surged and he even forgot the pain. He raised a pistol and pointed it at Martin, but he wanted to shrink back into the car.

"Don't point that toy at me. In your hands, it's no different from a toy gun a child plays with!"

Martin jumped off Hoofing's back and looked at the guy covered in blood, examining him.

"What's your name?"

His gaze moved away from the killer and accurately scanned every killer around him, but after a circle, his gaze returned to this unlucky but lucky guy.

"Tom, I am..."

"Okay, I'm not interested in your identity!"

Martin waved his hand, and Tom's mouth was forcibly sealed for three seconds, and the words he wanted to say were held back in his stomach.

"what do you want to do?"

Blood continued to seep out of Tom's body, but he held the pistol and dared not move, for fear that the man in front of him would do something to him.

"Normally, if I were faced with someone who wanted to kill me, I would kill him as well."

Martin's eyes turned cold, and Hoofying also became alert.

"But I'm in a good mood today, so I can show some mercy to the first person who attacked me. You can go away now, tell your master, and have your master tell his master that I will not leave the United States for some time to come."

"If they want to kill me, they should show their real ability, not just send some incompetent trash around in front of me."

"If they keep doing this, I will lose interest in this boring game."

"You want to let me go?"

Tom seemed to have not reacted yet, his expression was dazed and a little bit unbelieving.

"What I need is a messenger. If you can't remember what I said, then your luck may be over!"

When Martin saw the look on this guy's face, he suddenly wanted to change his mind.

"No, no, no, I wrote down everything you said..."

Tom quickly repeated what Martin said, insisting on making every word clear even though the pain from his wounds was about to kill him.

"Okay, put your gun down and get out of here!"

Martin waved his hand, and the gun in Tom's hand fell into his hand. Then the guy ran away in a hurry with his seriously injured body.

“The human body is truly amazing!”

Martin looked at Tom's back, sighed, put away his pistol, turned over and got on Hoofying's back, and continued to rush towards Gotham.

PS: I can definitely do it, go for it!

(End of this chapter)