Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 66: Laugh at your mother! (Please read and give me monthly votes)
The law——

The sound of war horses neighing rang out in the streets shrouded in the night, like thunder suddenly bursting out in the distant sky, bringing down heavenly fire to cleanse everything in the world.

then,

"Fuck, you're not sleeping at night and making this kind of noise. You're going to die!"

"Guys out there, I eat lemons!"

"Look, I'll use my gun to beat you, a man without public moral integrity, to your knees!"

Automatic rifles were protruding from the buildings on both sides.

Da da da……

Bullets flew everywhere, hitting the orange-red steel warhorse, reflecting back and flying everywhere, like countless fireflies.

"Hoof Shadow, come here!"

It's really terrifying how ferocious the ordinary citizens of Gotham are.

Martin didn't want to provoke them at all. He rode his iron warhorse and quickly left the street, heading straight for the city of Gotham in the evening light that looked like a sunset.

In order to ensure that the Chosen One can successfully complete the mission, the first mechanical life form Qilin created by Tiangong left behind the shadow of hooves and the two swords Ni Lin.

Hoof Shadow is a steel warhorse that can transform into a locomotive. When it runs, it can use its hooves to step on its shadow, so it is called Hoof Shadow.

The Ni Lin twin swords have pure white hilts that glow blue, and the blades connected to the hilts are like pure obsidian.

When the pure white hoof shadows met Martin, they turned into a divine horse that was like riding the fiery clouds in the morning and evening.

The two swords of Ni Lin were also dyed with a fiery orange-red color, as dazzling as the first flame that Prometheus brought to mankind.

Before Martin had time to get familiar with his horse and weapons, the Assassin's League had already arrived at the battlefield.

These lunatics were not targeting Martin. They formed a group and led the mercenaries to drive pedestrians on the road towards the city center and force them to walk into the poisonous gas.

"What a bunch of cruel, perverted lunatics. If they want to kill someone, they can just shoot them directly. Why do they have to force them into the poisonous fog?"

"What? You want to do something that's too bad for me to do, right?"

Martin complained about these lunatics while swinging his reverse scale.

The high concentration of energy particles tore through the air, igniting the oxygen in the air and causing an explosion. They pounced on the assassins fiercely, tearing off a piece of skin from the faces of those lunatics with high temperature, revealing burnt flesh and white bones.

Martin was a kind man. He sent these lunatics away from this world without letting them feel any pain.

"Brothers, grab your weapons and take this robot apart."

The other party did not feel the goodwill shown by Martin, but instead swung a steel knife and shot bullets at him.

Hoof Shadow raised his front hoof to avoid the chopping steel knife and transformed into a motorcycle in mid-air.

The moment the front wheel landed on the ground, Martin twisted the accelerator, spraying out two long tail flames. The motorcycle spun in circles and burned the approaching assassin directly into a pile of charcoal.

"May you rest in peace, even though you deserved to die."

Martin turned his head and saw a group of people surrounding him. He slashed with his sword, and the hard road surface was immediately split open, leaving a charred mark.

"Whatever you want, if you don't want to die, go back to your own home now, or run away from the city, and don't come near me."

When the passers-by who wanted to get close to the robot saw how ferocious it was, they all stopped and instantly gave up the idea of getting close to it. They dispersed in an instant and ran away without a trace.

Martin didn't have the heart to save people one by one now. The important thing to do was to quickly get rid of Poison Ivy who released the poison gas.

"I checked Harley Quinn's spending records. She has been very honest since she was released from Arkham. But my facial recognition software found that she was near the botanical garden last night."

Barbara finally has news.

Martin rushed to the botanical garden and asked curiously, "Why did you think of checking the botanical garden? Although Poison Ivy and the botanical garden are a good match, they don't seem to have much to do with Harley."

"I just searched Harley's face in the system of Wayne Group's assets, and this is the result."

Not surprisingly, the botanical garden was also funded by the Wayne Group. Martin told Barbara to be careful and safe, then he increased the speed of his hoof shadow, crossed the street like a meteor and plunged into the poisonous fog.

The first thing he saw were the dark shadows walking in the yellow-green mist. Their limbs were stiff, like puppets being controlled by someone.

But the roar of the locomotive was like a beast out of a cage, surrounding us from all directions, and everyone was laughing.

But there was no fun in this sound, only creepy distortion and struggle.

In the blink of an eye, these dark shadows broke through the yellow-green mist and came in front of Martin.

They are all pedestrians infected by the clown's venom, with pale faces, red lips and red teeth. They are crazy but not rational, and want to attack anyone they see.

"The Joker will be so angry when he sees this."

Martin shook his head. These things were all products of failure.

A bunch of defective products that are no different from wild beasts. This is not what the Joker wants.

"Hahaha, laugh with me and go crazy together."

"Laugh at your mother!"

Martin's answer was simple and brutal. He punched the first infected person in the face directly, pressing his facial features back.

"Have you eaten? If not, take my sword!"

The reverse scale flashed, flames shot up into the sky, and the high-energy particle flow directly burned the infected people around it without leaving any residue.

"As the saying goes, times are changing, and so are identities. You were victims the moment you inhaled the poison gas, but after you attacked someone, your identities are no longer clear."

The red lips and teeth of these people are not dyes, but the blood left after biting living people.

"Rather than suffering moral pain after you wake up, I might as well send you off now."

"As the saying goes, there is no pain without morality. If you lose your life, it's the end of everything, just like saying goodbye to pain."

The scales held in Martin's hands flew like two flying red dragons, circling around the infected person's neck, and his head rolled to the ground.

He was mumbling to himself, but he was just using words to relieve his psychological pressure. If there was a slight hope of saving the person, he would not kill him.

But at the moment, it seems that the venom created by the Joker is indeed unsolvable.

Once infected with this venom, death would be a relief.

Martin sat on the hoof shadow, and the burning scales quickly burned away the yellow-green poisonous gas around him, but it was soon filled with rolling poisonous fog.

When the infected people saw the light, they rushed up without hesitation, like crazy people.

No, they are crazy.

boom!
Martin knocked away another group of infected people.

"Do you think you are ashes? You rush at the light. Get out of here."

He patted the front of the car, and the hoof shadow turned into an iron warhorse. All four hooves were raised, kicking away the infected people who pounced on it.

Martin looked up and saw that the tall buildings were all entangled in thick vines, like countless giant pythons examining their prey.

The flower buds at the top of the vine kept opening and closing, revealing the cavity walls covered with sharp teeth, spitting out large amounts of pollen, forming mist that spread outward.

"Tiying, that's the real boss, let's charge!"

Martin patted the horse's belly, and the iron warhorse raised its four hooves, stepped on the outer wall of the building that was 90 degrees perpendicular to the ground, and rushed straight to the top of the building.

"Cut the fuck out!"

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