Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 62: Simplicity is not a good thing (seeking monthly ticket investment and collection)

Martin's method of finding Lars is also very simple, that is to eat!

He threw the venom directly into his mouth, chewed it into pieces with a crunch, and swallowed it into his stomach, becoming familiar with the taste of the venom.

"Are you crazy?"

Barbara, who was passing by, saw Martin swallow the clown venom. Her eyes widened and she grabbed his hand, shaking it and urging him, "Spit this stuff out quickly, or you'll die of laughter."

belch--

Martin burped, completely digesting the venom.

He grabbed Barbara's wrist and thanked her for her concern with a smile: "I am just a shadow now. The Joker's venom is no different from ordinary water to me. But thank you for your concern."

Barbara suddenly felt a little hot, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

Martin didn't sense anything and continued, "When this is over, can we find some time to get your leg healed?"

"My legs? No no no!"

Barbara had been disappointed so many times that she had begun to doubt hope.

Even if she believed Martin, her first reaction was to refuse.

"Don't worry, your injury is not a big deal for me. But before that, I need to sort out the knowledge in my mind."

Martin didn't promise anything, just encouraged Barbara a few words, then walked out of the safe house and entered the shadow kingdom.

Unlike the real world, everything in the shadow kingdom appears in various shapes, constantly changing, and connecting to a deeper ocean of black smoke.

Martin stared at the ocean formed by countless shadows. He reached out and pressed his hand, and they became quiet, leaving only a layer of newly born shadows.

He found a shadow that was coiled like a poisonous snake. This was the smell of the clown's venom.

This shadow changes almost every second. Although it has not deviated from the shape of Venom, it gives people a disgusting feeling like a crawling insect.

"Fortunately, I didn't drag that lunatic from the Joker into this, otherwise who knows what this Shadow Kingdom would be like under his control."

Martin felt relieved.

The shadows in the Shadow Kingdom are the afterglow of the past and the legacy of death.

The ninja soldiers and shadow generals resurrected from here are all dead things. They are fixed in a certain form and will not change at all.

This so-called "immortality" can also be called sit-ups in a coffin.

Except for the Shadow General, other ninja soldiers have no self-awareness. Without orders, they stay in a corner and empty themselves.

It would be really fun if the Joker's madness really activated the shadows of the Shadow Kingdom, crossed the limit and attacked the real world.

call out!
Martin flicked his fingers and shot out a shadow chain, which entangled the ever-changing venomous snake, strangled it by the vital point, and pulled it hard to suppress its changes.

hiss--

The call of the venomous snake turned into a line of text and floated past Martin.

He flicked his wrist, and the venomous snake flew out, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Click!

The sound of glass breaking came from the venomous snake, and it shed its outer appearance like shedding its skin, shattering the madness within, and turned into a dead shadow.

"Go!"

Martin snapped his fingers, and the snake shadow followed its instinct and crawled somewhere.

He followed behind, and in a few steps, he crossed the entire Gotham and arrived at the Gotham Port.

Snapped!
Martin shattered the snake shadow, took a step forward, returned to the real world, and walked into an ordinary-looking iron warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with sets of instruments. Lars' assassins put cans of green liquid into the machines. After a buzzing sound, the venom was vaporized, the color became thinner, and was poured into other cans.

Bane's mercenaries, armed with weapons, surrounded the machine and were responsible for security.

“It’s so simple?”

Martin muttered softly, raised his hand and pressed it on the wall of the warehouse. Black shadows instantly covered the entire wall of the warehouse, blocking the place tightly.

Then, he jumped directly in front of the assassin and said, "Have you eaten it? If not, take my punch!"

Martin's body expanded and turned into a giant shadow. His fist as big as a casserole pot smashed out like a battering ram, and the assassin who was blocking him flew out like a puppet, slamming against the wall and becoming a hanging painting. "Don't shoot, there's poison gas everywhere!"

Someone shouted, and the assassins and mercenaries dropped their weapons, drew their swords, and rushed towards Martin, whose head was against the steel frame of the roof.

Of course, the assassins are in front and the mercenaries are behind.

Martin waved his hand and slammed the row of assassins in front of him away.

The mercenaries following behind saw a group of people flying over their heads like butterflies. They did not feel any beauty, but only felt horror.

They turned around and ran, but ran into the shadow wall at the door and were captured directly, turning into a black and white painting of a human figure.

"Damn it, I'm going to die either way, I'm going to explode with this bastard!"

The mercenary picked up his automatic weapon and fired at Martin's head.

Chi-

I don’t know which bullet hit the modified poison gas, and the green gas instantly filled the entire warehouse.

"Haha! Why should I laugh?"

"Hahahaha, this is the clown's laughter...hahaha, run..."

Within a few seconds, all people who inhaled the laughing gas laughed uncontrollably. Their hair fell out, their faces turned pale, and their laughter was so exaggerated that their zygomatic muscles became stiff and unable to return to normal.

Martin watched these assassins and mercenaries gradually die in madness.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to save her, but that he can’t.

Lars didn't know what modifications he made to the Joker's venom, removing the effect of turning a person into another Joker, but increasing its lethality.

"Alas, let me grant you my last mercy!"

Martin sighed and hooked his index finger. Big hands emerged from the shadows and broke the necks of everyone in the warehouse, ending the pain caused by their laughter.

Within ten minutes, Nightwing hurried over and gasped when he saw the corpses all over the ground.

Halfway through inhaling, he remembered that there might be residual poisonous gas here, so he quickly covered his mouth.

"Come in, the poison gas here has disappeared."

Hearing Martin's voice, Nightwing tiptoed over the body and walked to his side.

"The Joker creates a lot of poison gas!"

He flipped through the cans that were pierced by bullets, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

Looking at the tragic state of the corpses on the ground, he couldn't imagine what the scene would be like if the poisonous gas spread to the city.

"Please clean this place up."

Martin said this with a frown on his face, his tone full of heaviness.

"Oh, wait..."

Nightwing wanted to call out to Martin.

But Martin just waved at him and left the warehouse.

……

"La la la..."

Harley hummed a cheerful tune as she returned to the apartment she had bought with a loan.

She had just finished a day's work and was holding some snacks and wine, ready to enjoy a wonderful night life.

When the door opened, she saw an old man in a robe sitting on her favorite red sofa and she screamed immediately.

"Fuxk, what bad luck! I must have opened the wrong door."

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