Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 539: There is always a surprise (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
"I wish you could stay longer!"

Gordon personally sent Martin away from the company and he himself also went to the Gotham Police Department.

When Wayne Company also left Gotham this week, the city completely fell into a state of anarchy. The scope of activities of the Gotham Police Department was greatly reduced, and it was actually a member of the separatist forces in Gotham.

Thanks to Gordon's efforts to maintain it and use his prestige over the years, the police system was barely supported and prevented from collapsing.

Although from the outside world's perspective, the situation in Gotham has become extremely bad, and Gordon, the police chief, has completely failed in his duty.

But those who know the inside story know that Gordon is an absolute genius. If he hadn't led the police to control the situation, Gotham would have become a battlefield long ago.

Many people were surprised. In their opinion, Gotham should have become a battlefield from the day the Wayne Group withdrew from Gotham.

They had no idea how Gordon did it, and even suspected that the police under Gordon had long been replaced by members of the Justice League.

All kinds of doubts seemed to have grown wings and flew all over Gotham, the entire state, and even the United States, making Gotham further abandoned.

Gordon has been fighting in Gotham for decades, and has never felt as reliant on support as he does now, nor has he ever felt as much pressure as he does now.

He sincerely hoped that Martin could stay a little longer to help him gain more space.

"I know the situation in Gotham is terrible right now, but I can't help you any more if I stay."

Martin thought for a while and said to Gordon, "The situation in Gotham is very complicated now. Have you investigated the underground religious groups in Gotham?"

"I tried, but to no avail. All the police officers I sent out disappeared. I once asked Bruce for help, but he told me not to go any further. I thought he said that because he was too busy some time ago."

It's really strange to say, although Gotham is in such a mess, there has never been any cult.

Gordon used to think that it was because guys like the Joker were too crazy that they were able to suppress those cult members.

But now it seems that everything that happened in the past was just an illusion, and those cult members are actually too deeply rooted, so they don’t need to go crazy like the Joker, because they want to do even crazier things.

"You have considerable authority within the Justice League. If you want to know about these things, just go check it out."

There are many evil cults hidden underground in Gotham. Even if Martin wanted to talk about them, he wouldn't be able to finish them in a short time. It would be better to let Gordon see it himself.

"I don't want to admit it, but I'm really old and not very good at this kind of high technology. Do you have a paper database?"

Gordon is not a man who rests on his laurels, but he certainly doesn't have time to accept more.

"We do have physical archives, but they are only used as backups. Apart from archiving, few people go there."

"However, we are making a small portable artificial intelligence machine. You can apply for a prototype. It may help you quickly understand these situations."

Martin still had no intention of explaining, but just gave a solution.

"To be honest, I don't know what these cult heads are thinking, but their target is always Bruce."

Martin didn't know what orders Barbatos had given to the people of the Court of Owls, but he just let them watch him change Bruce's life bit by bit.

"However, judging from the current situation, I can say that they will not take any large-scale actions, nor will they abandon Gotham just to fight us to the death."

"I hope so! I've studied these criminals for decades, and I still don't know what's going on in their heads."

Gordon shook his head. At his age, he had almost no choices left in life.

"You are a policeman. What you need to do is to catch criminals, not to understand them. Not everyone has suffered the same trauma as Bruce. They need to face reality with a more explosive attitude so that they can feel the reality themselves."

Martin and Gordon made a little joke about Bruce, and then he frowned.

"Take cover!"

As soon as he shouted, more than a dozen large off-road vehicles covered with steel armor rushed out from the street opposite the company, rushing towards them like wild beasts, with several automatic rifles extended from them, firing directly at the door of the human resources company.

"Lazy guys, hurry up, open your eyes, and keep your eyes on the target. Blow up this building for me, and everyone will make money."

"Batman will never return to Gotham. This city is ours from now on."

Gordon was an old Gotham man. When he heard Martin shouting, his body reacted and he hid behind the concrete pillar at the entrance of the company.

These newly built buildings in Gotham are basically bulletproof, especially the gates.

Judging from the intensity of gun battles on the streets of this city, a building is shot at least once a day. If it is not specially bulletproofed, the building will be destroyed within a few days.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. I almost forgot the simple folk customs of Gotham!"

Martin did not dodge. He raised his hands to his chest and then clenched them. All the flying bullets stopped in mid-air, as if they were shot into some kind of gel, leaving circles of traces in the air.

"What weird new identity have you changed into today?"

Gordon hid behind a concrete pillar and had already prepared for a gunfight with the attackers, but he did not expect to see a scene where all the bullets were controlled.

"May the Force be with you!"

Martin pulled his hands down and all the bullets fell to the ground with a clang. Then he also hid behind the concrete pillar and said a classic line to Gordon.

"Outrageous!"

Gordon then recalled that Martin had an identity as a Jedi Knight, but he had not expected that he would be able to see it with his own eyes.

"So, will the Force exist in this world in the future?"

Gordon took out his cell phone, waved it at Martin, and asked, "Do you need me to call the police for backup?"

"That depends on how many people in this city want to kill me today!"

Martin blew the whistle, and Hoof Shadow rushed out of the building. He took the two swords of Ni Lin from his warhorse and prepared for battle.

Without his original force, the attackers who blocked the entire street bit people like wild dogs. Not only did they have reorganized ammunition, but each modified off-road vehicle was equipped with a heavy machine gun.

The attackers didn't even look at the target, they just kept pulling the trigger, trying to turn the first floor of the building into a sieve.

Bullets of both calibers flew at extremely high speeds, flashing in the gradually darkening sky like fireballs. Even though everything on the first floor had been bulletproofed, they were still hit and debris flew everywhere.

Gordon looked at Martin's eager look and did not call the police, but sent a message to his informant.

"Someone has offered a reward of tens of millions of dollars on the black market just to catch you. They don't even ask for your life, as long as they can injure you and have photos as evidence, they can take the money."

Gordon exclaimed, he didn't expect the other party to offer such a reward.

He has been a policeman for decades and has never seen such an outrageous reward. It's simply giving away money.

"I can tell you very clearly that as long as there is this reward, the criminals in this city will go crazy and will not let you go."

"Give me your phone!"

Martin waved his hand and grabbed the phone with the Force. He looked at the so-called reward on the dark web and gave a mocking smile.

"This is bullshit. They haven't revealed my secret. Once my identity changes, what's the point of this reward?"

He threw the phone back to Gordon, not caring at all about the reward.

"Isn't it a good thing that they didn't reveal your identity? It proves that those guys don't want to break up with you."

"Bullshit, those bastards just want to maintain their own secrets and don't want to break the unspoken rules because of me."

Martin saw through those people's tricks at a glance.

"I reminded them not to play such low-level tricks with me again. If they want to kill me, they should send some capable people. It seems that they did not take my reminder to heart."

"What are you going to do?"

Gordon was not panicked at all. Even though the first floor was about to be destroyed by the bullets of these people, he had nothing to worry about as long as Martin was there.

"I'll take care of these attackers, show the Gotham bastards that I'm not someone to be trifled with, and help relieve some of your stress. In the meantime, I'm afraid I'll have to go to Washington for a while."

Martin smiled at Gordon and made his decision.

He found that he had overestimated the enemy's bottom line. The enemy really did not regard human life as something important. Although Bruce's offensive against those people could directly hit their weaknesses, it would take time.

But Martin was too lazy to play this boring game with the other party anymore.

"Gordon, you just stay here, I'll take care of these guys."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that. My old bones are really not suitable for doing this kind of thing."

As Gordon spoke, he turned his head to avoid the flying debris and opened his mouth to prevent his ears from being deafened by the various noises.

"RPG! Fire!"

Killers with rocket launchers appeared from behind more than a dozen cars and pulled the trigger at the building. The rockets, with long flame tails, crashed directly into the building.

"Since when did rockets become the standard equipment for these villains?"

Martin jumped out from behind the concrete pillar and swung his two swords directly, hitting two rocket launchers in mid-air.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and used the Force to control the two swords to spin like darts, blocking more than a dozen rockets.

The bullets flying towards him from the front all hit the Force shield beside Martin and bounced out, flying everywhere without a fixed trajectory.

"Shit, this is a superhuman!"

"Shit, the reward didn't say that."

"So what? We have survived Batman's tyranny for so many years. What's a metahuman?"

Martin heard a commotion coming from behind the car and was not surprised by the people's reaction.

This is how Gotham is. Even those who are truly professional won’t be the first to step forward.

"Ah, getting entangled with these little minions really consumes a lot of my energy."

He stretched his hands upwards, and the two Ni Lin swords returned directly to his hands. Then he held the swords upside down and thrust them into the ground.

Boom!

The ground beneath Martin's feet began to swell, as if something was about to rush out from underground, pushing the ground to the surface together, rolling up gravel and soil like waves, and crashing directly into the off-road vehicles.

The modified armored vehicles themselves weigh two to three tons, and with the weight of people and ammunition, the weight of a vehicle can reach four tons.

But in the storm brought about by the Force, the five cars in front of Martin were as light as leaves falling from a tree. They flew at least ten meters, then crashed heavily into the building opposite, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The car was deformed instantly after being hit, and the lives of the people inside were unknown, but no one cared about them.

"Sorry, my bad!"

Martin heard a cry of surprise coming from the building opposite, waved to them, then pulled his arm back, and an armored vehicle was captured by the Force and rushed directly towards him.

The Ni Lin Sword flashed, and the long sword chopped out vertically. The particles on the sword body surged, releasing a high-energy particle stream, which was swung out like a long whip, directly splitting the off-road vehicle in the middle.

The broken car body brushed past Martin's body and flew out. Although the attacker in the SUV was dizzy, he still endured the physical problems and shot Martin when he saw him.

"You are too slow!"

Martin exerted force with both arms, and the particles on the blade of the Ni Lin Sword had just been retracted, then wrapped around the sword body and turned into two streams of light, directly piercing everyone's throat, but only leaving a tiny blood spot.

In the blink of an eye, half of the attackers were killed, while Martin was unharmed.

After losing half of their men, the killers who had wanted to kill Martin only wanted to escape.

But the people of Gotham are all crazy. Even after seeing this scene, the remaining people had no intention of escaping, but just paused the attack.

"get out!"

Martin has no interest in killing these people. Even though the city of Gotham is full of crime, he has no interest in eradicating crime by killing everyone.

"I have no interest in scum like you. Leave here now before I change my mind, and save your own lives!"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the people in the SUVs around him, but he could sense that there were countless people hiding in the shadows outside the street, staring at him.

Those people came for his life, and even the dark clouds of Gotham could not hide the deep malice and greed in these people's eyes.

"I think those Sith must love this place! But I'm not that perverted and have no interest in torturing others."

"What do you think this is, heaven? No, my friend, let us tell you."

The people hiding behind the SUV had no interest in Martin's kindness. They didn't want to escape at all. Instead, they challenged Martin:
"This is Gotham. Death is the only language. If you want to get rid of us, the only way is to kill us. Otherwise, my people and I will follow you and keep an eye on you. When you relax, I will rush over and chop off your head for the bounty."

"Yes, I know! Gotham people, you really leave me helpless."

Martin smiled and said to them, "Then show me what you can do! You may be good at talking, but when it comes to fighting, don't let me down."

"Of course, just wait!"

After they finished speaking, they took out the injection from the package, stuck it directly into their necks, and injected all the transparent medicine in the syringe into their bodies.

Martin originally thought that these people were dealing in some kind of drugs, which was not uncommon in Gotham.

But after these people were injected with the medicine, he suddenly felt danger. This feeling came out of nowhere, yet it was so familiar.

He knew that this was the Force warning him.

Every master of the Force is able to do this, predicting what might happen in the future from the surrounding environment.

But how to understand the warning from the Force is another matter.

Young Anakin Skywalker misjudged the death of his mother and wife and let fear lead him by the nose. Everything he did became the root cause of his tragedy.

However, Martin did not need to worry about these things. The feeling of danger was too strong and it would not happen in the future but now.

Clang!

He subconsciously swung the sword in his hand, and the particles on the sword gushed out, directly cutting the flying off-road vehicle into two pieces and sending it flying away.

"call!"

The bodies of those who had received the injections expanded rapidly, with their bones, muscles, and internal organs all growing proportionally. Because they were growing too fast, many organs were broken down and reorganized, and blood seeped out, dyeing their skin completely red.

They lay on the ground, their big hands digging into the asphalt of the road, as if they were grabbing a few pieces of freshly baked tofu and crushing them easily.

"This joke is not funny at all!"

Martin watched these "Little Red Hulks" stand up and almost thought his eyes were blurry.

These guys looked like foals that had just fallen out of their mother's womb, or the fetuses of other mammals. The blood oozing out of their pores covered everything, making it look bloody and disgusting.

"Hey, parahuman, you don't have much of an advantage over us right now."

After injecting the drug, the attackers suddenly transformed and looked at Martin. They grinned and looked ferocious no matter how you looked at them, especially with blood oozing out of the pores on their faces.

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Although Martin was surprised by the sudden transformation of these people, he did not panic.

He exerted force suddenly, turned into a shadow, rushed out directly, and kicked the guy who had been provoking him in the air.

boom!
With the help of the Force, Martin's strength and speed were greatly improved, but the leading attacker still grabbed his feet.

"It seems that the result is very clear. There is nothing special about you."

Martin looked at the ferocious smile on the guy's face, smiled back, then swung out the Ni Lin sword in his left hand and pushed with the Force.

PS: Go! I'm recovering, the next chapter should be 5,000 words!
(End of this chapter)