Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 59: Right in this barber shop! (Seeking monthly ticket collection and investment)

Martin attacks in excavator form.

He inserted his sharp claws into the ground and pulled outwards, and square pieces of soil were pushed to both sides.

With a grunt, Martin quickly dug out a tunnel leading directly to the underground base.

Boom!

The moment Martin's hands touched the steel plate buried deep underground, an explosion sounded, the surrounding ground shook, and large pieces of soil and rocks fell, burying Martin's lower body.

He waved his claws and directly tore open the steel plate that was several dozen centimeters thick. He walked into the base again. There was nothing inside. Only the smoke and dust raised by the explosion covered everything.

He pushed aside the yellow dust, walked around the base and found the tunnel entrances that had been collapsed.

"Oracle found a map of Gotham's sewers, and Killer Croc provided some support. Lars and Talia can't get far."

Nightwing rushed over as fast as he could. He looked at the collapsed tunnel and comforted the silent Martin.

Martin said in a deep voice: "The old guy Lars is not as indecisive as Talia. He holds the Joker venom in his hands. I don't know how much damage it will cause to the people of Gotham."

The Joker claims that the venom can turn everyone in Gotham into another version of himself.

Although this is just a madman's self-boasting before his death.

But those venoms can indeed drive people crazy, and so far, they have not developed an antidote.

"Perhaps I should take a risk and use the power of the Shadow Kingdom to wipe out the Assassin's League and nip the danger in the bud."

Nightwing heard Martin's mumbling and immediately widened his eyes and tried to dissuade him: "Didn't you say that if you were controlled by the power of the shadow, you would become a cruel tyrant?"

"Given what you did to the Court of Owls last night, it would be better for you to stay sane. We can't afford for you to lose control."

"don’t worry!"

Martin already had a plan in mind: "I'm not a fragile porcelain that will shatter into pieces if touched by a shadow. I just want to use the Shadow Kingdom to find out how Penguin has transformed the underground passage and the whereabouts of the members of the Assassin's League."

"Ask Barbara to send the existing maps over. The rest is up to me!"

"I have no intention of entering the Shadow Kingdom."

Nightwing informed Barbara, waving his hands to show that he didn't want to be around this.

"It's not a bad idea to prepare early. You will have to deal with superhuman criminals more and more often in the future."

Martin quickly memorized the map in his mind, his body gradually disappeared into the shadows, and slowly sank into the black ocean of shadows.

The power of the Shadow Kingdom began to bless Martin. He felt that he could completely destroy Gotham City with just a thought, and this was not an illusion.

But he was not affected by the whispering in his ears. He raised his hand to block the buildings above him, and starting from where he was standing, he began to search for traces of underground man-made buildings along the map in his mind.

The intricate and crisscrossing tunnels were marked in bold by the shadow power, and although the network was so dense, it looked like a tangled ball of wool.

Even so, Martin still found the starting point of the ball of wool, sorted out the traces of life moving inside it, and forcibly imprinted their shadows into the material world.

He stood in the sea of shadows, surrounded by countless shadows, like a supreme emperor, issuing an irresistible order to his subjects:
"Shadows of the past, show me your traces!"

Nightwing didn't hear Martin's voice, but he saw that there was no space around him, and suddenly fixed shadows appeared, which connected together to form a comic strip of the actions of the members of the Assassin's League.

The soil and rocks in the collapsed passages were wiped away silently, and the tunnels leading to an unknown destination were like bold and reinforced fonts on an A4 paper. The shadows of the Assassin's League members were still visible, allowing people who walked in to see at a glance where to go.

"Wow!"

Nightwing looked at this incredible scene, nodded and said: "Even though I have said this many times, I will say it again this time."

“It’s great to have Martin on our side!”

"Wait." Nightwing had just finished praising Martin when he was dragged into the shadow kingdom. After his face was covered by countless shadows, he saw Martin.

The ninja uniform he was wearing was even darker black, and if you looked at it for a second longer, you would feel like you were being sucked in.

The blood-red light coming out of his eyes turned into two big red lanterns, and the area around his body became even colder, like an ice cellar, which could be called the central freezer of the human body.

"Are you OK?"

Ye Yi's heart skipped a beat and he shook his head like a rattle, looking for a way to escape.

But this is a damn place with no direction at all. Where can I run to?
"Stop shaking!"

Martin held Nightwing's head and shouted, "I have found the traces of those people from the Assassin's League. Now I will take you to double-row and kill monsters!"

Ye Yi's face was dark: "Are you okay? Why do I feel like you're even crazier?"

"calm down!"

Martin waved his hand and said, "I just used a stronger sense of optimism to fight against the power of the shadow. Is that why I look a little crazy?"

He made a gesture of pointing his finger at the universe.

Nightwing said hesitantly, "I'd better stay here. Gordon is coming with the police. I'll show them the way so they won't be scared."

"Don't worry, Batman is here!"

Martin grabbed Nightwing's shoulders, strode forward, and said with a smile: "Be brave, my friend! It's just an Assassin's League, there's nothing to be afraid of, just charge!"

"Help!"

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Nightwing opened his mouth and screamed, replicating Tachibana-senpai's famous scene.

Am I afraid of the League of Assassins? I'm afraid of you going crazy!
Nightwing used his hands and feet to flutter and try to break free.

Martin showed his white teeth and laughed, "Don't waste your energy. You can't escape from my grasp. Hehehe."

Amid the laughter of more than a dozen Soul Hall elders, Nightwing was instantly petrified. He lowered his head and accepted his fate, allowing Martin to drag him to an empty tunnel.

The power of shadows has spread here, and there are bold and black marks everywhere. The shadows left by the assassins are also marked clearly.

"Do you want to go separately?"

Martin suddenly suggested, and a big question mark almost appeared above Nightwing's head as he held the electric baton in his hand and stood alert: "Did Lars and Talia split up their forces?"

"No, I'm going to go on a killing spree and knock Lars to the ground. I'm just reminding you in case you run into a moral dilemma again."

Martin said this and pumped his fists a few times.

Ye Yi looked at him and said, "It's better for me to separate. If he gets too excited, he might treat me as his enemy."

"That's not a funny joke."

"I'm just a little high, not crazy!"

While Martin defended himself, he still agreed with Nightwing's opinion and gave him the Burning Flame of Sin for self-defense.

"Luckily the Court of Owls is over. There's not much magic left here. A sword is enough."

After encouraging Nightwing, Martin raised his hand and shot out shadow chains with spikes on the top, piercing those assassins who thought they were well hidden and dragging them into the shadow world, leaving nothing behind, thus completing the task of crushing them to ashes in another sense.

Ye Yi raised his eyebrows, jumped three meters away, and went to another road.

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