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Chapter 60: Little White Mouse Bruce Wayne (Seeking to read, collect and invest in monthly tickets)

Martin rushed into the group of assassins, his body swelled up, and he grabbed the heads of two assassins with his big hands.

A strong hand cracks the skull, snap!
Red and white liquid flowed out from between his fingers, and the two assassins fell limply.

The other assassins did not retreat and used all their weapons to hit Martin.

"Mu Da, Mu Da, Mu Da..."

Martin faced the dense firepower net and pulled out a long-handled naginata from the shadow.

"Whether it's bullets, grenades or artillery shells, they are all ineffective against me. My ability is superior to yours!"

Martin, who was gradually going crazy, gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and swung it in a circle. Shadow flowers bloomed in the tunnel, pulling all the bullets and explosions into the shadow realm and turning them into flat marks.

Commonly known as dimensionality reduction attack!
The assassin, who had never dealt with magic or super powers, used his body as a barrier to block Martin's progress, but was crushed directly.

Martin swung the naginata, and the blade drew a cross. The shadows behind the assassins who were blocking his way moved, and cross blades emerged, which directly ripped open the assassins' stomachs.

The internal organs were shattered and blood splattered everywhere, but as soon as they left the body, they were assimilated by the shadow and turned into a flat picture.

Martin used his naginata to push aside the assassins' shadows and looked at what fell from them.

"No venom, and nothing of value."

Although he gradually became more and more excited in the battle, his rational logic became clearer.

The shadow that was gradually covering every tunnel beneath Gotham was transmitting all the information into Martin's head.

He quickly processed the complex information and locked onto the running members of the Assassin's League.

These assassins dispersed in an orderly manner and retreated in different directions through different tunnels, occasionally stopping for a while, and no one knew what they were doing.

With Martin's current level of fusion with the shadow, he can only perceive to this extent at best, and it cannot be clearer than that.

"Martin, I found the bomb that the assassin planted in the tunnel. Come and take a look."

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin jumped out of the shadows and came to Nightwing's side.

"What did you find?" Martin patted Nightwing's shoulder.

Nightwing's hands trembled while he was dismantling the bomb. He took a deep breath and almost had a cardiac arrest. Fortunately, he did not cut the wrong wire.

"Can't you see I'm defusing a bomb?"

Nightwing glared at Martin, looking unhappy.

Martin waved his hand carelessly: "There's nothing to be afraid of."

He simply pulled the bomb off and threw it into his mouth. With two clicks, the bomb broke into pieces.

Ye Yi's eyes widened, not knowing what to say.

Martin picked his teeth and said, "It's crunchy and tastes like plastic!"

Nightwing complained, "Nonsense, you're eating plastic, is there any other flavor?"

"At least it doesn't smell like explosives or poison!"

Martin patted his belly, walked forward along the tunnel, dug out a few remote-controlled bombs, threw them directly into his mouth, chewed them into pieces with a crunch, and swallowed them into his stomach.

boom!
After he ate the fifth one, the bomb exploded in Martin's mouth. The shock wave of the blast blew his head into a bulging balloon, but it soon shrank back.

Thick black smoke billowed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears, like a human chimney.

"I still like the sensible Martin!"

Nightwing looked at Martin, whose eyes were dazed after being blown up, and felt inexplicably tired.

"I'm fine, just my ears are buzzing. I'll be fine after a rest."

Martin shook his head and quickly returned to normal.

Nightwing was afraid that he would continue to do this, so he quickly said, "Lars mixed the real bombs with the fake bombs. This is to delay our time and consume our energy."

Martin blurted out his response strategy: "Leave the bomb disposal to Gordon and his police officers. We have a lot of things to do, so we should focus on arresting Lars and his daughter."

Nightwing added: "I'm afraid the police are not enough."

Martin looked at the serious Nightwing and shook his head, saying, "Then let Alfred publicly recruit professional bomb disposal personnel in the name of Wayne Group. As long as the money is enough, are you still afraid of lacking people?" When it comes to commanding the Wayne Group, Martin, an outsider, is much more skilled than Nightwing.

Nightwing didn't hesitate this time. Bruce had been rescued, and it was up to him to decide.

"Let's go!"

Martin drags Nightwing into the Shadow Realm to look for traces of Lars and Talia.

He wasn't worried about a bomb exploding in the tunnel.

The Assassin's League retreated so quickly with almost no obstruction in between, proving that Lars may have given up the idea of using the tunnel.

Even if those real and fake bombs are filled with venom, they are only a minority. With Oracle and Batman as the backing, it is enough to deal with the trouble in the middle.

"I've been here for a long time, nothing's wrong, right?"

Nightwing checked the marked tunnels and found many assassins, but no sign of Lars and his daughter.

"It's only a few minutes. What could go wrong? Even if your body is really transformed into a shadow, I can still save you."

Martin rubbed his eyes and interrupted marking the assassin's shadow.

"It is now certain that Lars and his daughter did not enter the tunnel, but escaped by other means."

"Bruce, our father-in-law, is really cunning. He tricked us."

Nightwing protested, "Marking the tunnel was your idea alone, don't drag me into this."

Martin rolled his eyes at him: "When I did this, did you offer any other suggestions?"

Nightwing shook his head.

"Then why are you wasting your time? Contact Alfred immediately to clear the bombs in the underground tunnel."

Martin pushes Nightwing out of the Shadow Realm.

Nightwing grabbed Martin's hand and asked nervously, "Are you going to continue to expand the area where the Shadow Kingdom covers reality? Don't do this. You will drive me crazy."

"Get out of here right now!"

Martin was too lazy to pay attention to Nightwing who suddenly went crazy. He kicked him and kicked him out of the Shadow Kingdom.

"Ouch!"

Nightwing rolled into a ball and hit the tunnel wall, getting hit on the head.

"Stingy guy, isn't it just a joke?"

He muttered quietly, then stood up and contacted Gordon and Alfred to discuss bomb disposal.

When Martin returned to the safe house, he saw Bruce trying to go out, and Barbara dragged her wheelchair to try to stop him.

"Don't forget, you still have the Joker's venom in your body that has not been resolved. Going out now will only increase the risk of losing control."

Bruce stopped, not because he changed his mind, but because he knew he couldn't beat Martin now.

"You know, I'm not one to wait."

"Of course, even if you die, you have to die in battle."

Everyone knows Batman's stubbornness.

Martin also knew how to keep him:

"I need your help. Lars and Talia are missing. If I have Shadow covering the entire city looking for them, I'll probably lose control."

Bruce immediately understood what he meant: "So you're going to start with the Joker's venom, and I'm the only sample right now."

"Let's get to work!"

Martin opened his hands.

"Wayne the guinea pig."

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