Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 537 Arm Wrestling (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
Martin did not confront these people head-on. Instead, he took advantage of the factory's terrain and moved between various areas in a elusive manner.

None of those killers acted alone, they all had their own teams, but they were still as fragile as children in front of Martin.

Even though there were many superhumans among these killers, Martin's double swords had already chopped off their heads or pierced their hearts before they could use their abilities.

"Damn you, if you have the guts, come out and face us. Are you still a man if you keep hiding?"

The killers all had a feeling that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at them from behind, making them feel creepy and their backs cold.

This was supposed to be a hunting activity for the killers, but now they have become the hunted.

"Come out, get out now!"

The inexperienced killer could not bear such mental pressure and gradually began to lose control. He would open fire at the slightest sign of trouble and soon run out of bullets.

"Everyone retreat to the outside of the factory. There is an open space there. I don't believe that this guy can jump around in a place like that."

The experienced killer finally realized what kind of trap he had stepped into. His heart, blinded by greed, instantly sobered up and he called on the remaining killers to retreat outside the factory.

This is not because they are kind-hearted, but because the number of people who left the factory is too small to stop the target who is hunting them.

"Quick, quick, get out of here! If you still want to live, move your legs and get out of this factory."

The killers felt relieved when they heard such orders. They no longer cared about the mission and bounty and quickly retreated and ran towards the entrances.

Martin looked at the remaining dozen people and did not stop their retreat. He let them run out of the factory and gather in an open space.

"I once gave you a chance to live, but you were blinded by your own greed."

Martin rode out of the factory on his horse and stopped in front of the killers.

"Now that you have made your choice, you must bear the corresponding price. You want to use my life to exchange for the bounty, so you must leave your life behind now."

"kill him!"

The remaining killers were extremely nervous, knowing that their target would never let them go, and they immediately turned into ferocious beasts, howling and attacking Martin.

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Martin used the Force to sense every bullet flying towards him. He turned his two swords and melted every bullet into liquid, which dropped to the ground.

"Hurry! I'm going to tear your head off."

There was a superhuman killer with an enhanced body. He roared and his body continued to expand as he rushed towards Martin like a human tank.

He waved his hands, and every time his arms collided, there was a popping sound, as if the air in between was forcibly squeezed and exploded.

"What a great fellow, but a pity he is brave but not wise."

Martin looked at the big guy rushing towards him, pulled back his sword-holding hands, and the invisible force forcibly pulled the big guy, further increasing the speed of the opponent's charge.

When the humanoid tank was about to rush in front of him, Martin suddenly knelt down, held the two swords in his hands, and cut directly into the opponent's body.

High-energy particles are constantly flowing outside the blades of the Ni Lin twin swords. These particles are constantly moving, radiating heat outwards, and can directly tear open the hull of a spacecraft.

This superhuman with a strengthened body could block bullets from automatic rifles with his flesh alone, but his body was cut into three pieces by the double swords. The wounds were burned by the high temperature and healed instantly, so there was no disgusting scene of intestines and internal organs spilling all over the ground.

"Shit, if you have any skills, use them now. If you don't keep them hidden, we will need to be beheaded by the Jedi."

The killers who rushed out of the factory did not see how Martin killed people.

In their opinion, superhumans are very difficult to deal with. Even if Martin killed those people, he must have gone through a battle.

But they never expected that killing superhumans would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

"What tricks do you have left in your back pocket now? Do you think this is a game where you can save up your ultimate moves for the last?"

The killers wanted to drag out the bastard who shouted that and punish him severely.

It has come to this point, and everyone knows that if they hold back any longer, they will die. How could they still be hiding secrets?

The remaining killers are all ordinary people. They were able to survive because of their rich experience, and they do not have any super powers.

Now, they could only fight and retreat, firing continuously and throwing processed grenades, creating barriers with ice, electricity and fire, trying to stop Martin and buy time for their escape.

But Martin looked at these things, shook his head slightly, then he exerted his strength to jump upwards, and with a big jump, he jumped directly over these messy things and landed directly in front of them.

The killers slammed on the brakes, almost frightened to death, then turned their guns around and fired their last bullets.

Martin swung his left hand and a single sword spun out, striking one of the assassins and ripping his chest open, scorching his lungs and heart.

At the same time, his right wrist kept moving, and the remaining lightsaber in his hand shifted slightly, blocking all the bullets.

He kept moving forward, moving through the hail of bullets as if he was in an empty space. A large number of bullets and grenades exploded around him, but did not cause any ripples.

One of the killers took out a rocket launcher and was about to pull the trigger, but Martin pushed his left hand forward, and the construction waste piled on the roadside flew out and hit these people directly, knocking them all to the ground with tremendous force.

"We surrender, we surrender willingly!"

The killers were hit by various construction wastes that Martin pushed out with the Force. A few unlucky ones were pierced in the chest, vomited blood, and died.

The remaining people were held under the construction debris and began to beg for mercy and surrender.

Martin grabbed with his left hand, summoned back the single sword he had just thrown out, and placed it on the returning Hoofying.

He walked up to the killers, pressed down with both hands, and the Force turned into gravity, like a mountain pressing down on these people to prevent them from escaping.

"You gave up the opportunity I gave you, so you have to bear the corresponding price. Now you want me to change my mind, what can you offer me?"

Martin didn't say anything definite. Although he didn't think these people could come up with anything, his goal had been achieved and he no longer wanted to kill anyone.

When the killers heard that Martin did not say anything definite, they swore and some were willing to hand over all their property, while others were willing to work for Martin like slaves.

"enough!"

Martin stopped the nonsense these people were talking about, feeling bored: "Your property is just a number to me. Your loyalty is worthless to me, because you can do nothing but kill people."

"How about this, I'll stick to my original conditions. Tell me the name of your master and say it according to the script I gave you, and I'll let you go."

In the face of death, these people no longer cared about so much. As long as Martin was willing to let go, they were willing to do anything. Martin made up a few sentences and asked the killers to simply and clearly state the orders they received, and recorded them into a video and posted it on those video platforms.

He did this mainly to stimulate the masterminds behind the scenes, hoping that these people would be angry but not afraid, and send out more capable people, preferably Savage's army.

"Tiying, let's go!"

After doing all this, Martin jumped on his horse and rode his hoof shadow to continue rushing towards Gotham, but after killing the tail behind him, he could directly open the sonic boom channel.

"return!"

The killers who were held under the construction waste shouted to Martin: "You promised to let us go, you must keep your promise!"

"I have kept my promise and did not chop off your heads with a sword. Do you still expect me to get you out one by one and heal your injuries?"

Martin waved his hand, rode his horse into the sonic explosion channel, and ignored the killers.

Whether these can survive depends on whether their bosses have a conscience.

My Mr. Krabs has no conscience. He doesn't care about these killers at all and they are working for them with their lives. He deliberately doesn't send anyone to rescue them.

Then these killers can only wait for death.

The construction waste that was pressing on them was not light and it was not something that a group of seriously injured people could push away.

It could be said that if no one came to rescue them, it would be more merciful for Martin to chop off their heads with a sword.

"Is there anyone who survived?"

Luther, who was far away in Washington, watched the video circulating on the Internet and didn't take it seriously. The names reported by these killers were just a few minions.

What concerned him was that Martin did not kill all the killers and left a few behind.

"These heroes who seek fame and reputation are always like this. Being soft-hearted is their normal state. I don't think there is anything strange about it."

The witch watched those videos and felt that they were just like children venting their anger. There was no point in spreading these things.

The boss of those killers is the Black Glove himself, so even if he is dead, it won’t cause any harm to them.

"This is a provocation. This Martin is either wind or has absolute confidence in his own abilities, otherwise he wouldn't put himself out as bait."

Luther saw through Martin's purpose at a glance.

"Provocation! In a duel, the simpler the moves, the less flaws there are. Martin put himself out there, seemingly in a weak position, but if we want to move him, we can only use pure strength to capture him."

"You know, ordinary means are meaningless against a man like Martin. If we want to do something to him, we must use elite troops. And the dispatch of elite troops will expose our whereabouts and even Savage's."

"So we only have one real chance, and once that happens the situation will be reversed."

The witch was not stupid, Luther explained it so clearly that she immediately understood the risks.

"So what do you think we should do? We can't just watch Martin travel all over the United States and send all those people away safely, right?"

"Unfortunately, we can only wait."

Luthor did not force Martin to do anything just for the sake of face: "Basically, the fight between us and the Justice League has become a kind of arm wrestling competition of patience. Either the Justice League kills our allies in the United States first, or we get into the United States first."

"Even more unfortunately, this result will not cause much loss to the Justice League, but it is fatal to us."

"I don't want to go head-on into battle with those guys from the Justice League on the battlefield without any cover."

Although Luthor has begun to become familiar with the dark side of the Force, he is increasingly unwilling to engage in a head-on confrontation with Martin on the battlefield.

"If those people still want to kill Martin, let them send someone themselves!"

……

Martin returned to Gotham again, but instead of looking for Bruce, he went to Barbara's company.

These young people are all in the new city, receiving reorganization and familiarizing themselves with the new order of the Justice League. Gordon temporarily takes over Barbara's job and is responsible for managing this human resources company.

"You guys really made a splash. When Barbara informed me, I almost thought I was dreaming."

Gordon met Martin at the company gate. He was wearing a police uniform and the police car he was driving had been reinforced.

"Things are bad in Gotham, aren't they?"

Martin jumped off Hoofshadow, and the iron warhorse followed him without making any sound.

"Bruce is busy with his work for the Justice League. A shadow that brings fear to all criminals has appeared in the sky over Gotham. Criminals are going crazy. My police station is working around the clock, but even the central area is starting to get chaotic."

When Gordon talked about the crime situation in Gotham, he was no longer as helpless as before, and even seemed a little relieved.

"I'm just thankful that you've come up with a plan for us to immigrate. It's such a relief."

Gordon is not a man who retreats easily, but facing the huge Gotham, he has already felt powerless.

"This plan is a last resort. Gotham is a toxic place. We can't change the environment, so we can only start with the people."

Martin calculated the upper limit of the population that could be migrated under this plan, and it could only transfer two-fifths of Gotham's current population at most.

Moreover, this plan cannot last too long. Even though the US government has completely let go of Gotham, they will not sit idly by and watch the Justice League continue to transfer people from Gotham.

"There will be more people coming here, fighting in this quagmire, just to get a chance to live in the United States."

Martin whispered, then smiled and said to Gordon, "Did Bruce tell you about my plan?"

"He did tell me you were going to throw me out as bait, and I thought he was joking."

Gordon frowned, then realized that Martin was not joking.

"This is not fun at all, you are playing with fire!"

"Maybe. After a few assassinations, I may not be interested in playing anymore and go straight to Washington to arrest people."

Martin spread his hands, skipped the subject, and followed Gordon into the company.

PS: Finished, will continue tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)