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Chapter 73 Why Let Others Insult You? (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation and collection)

Martin is kind.

Although what Poison Ivy did was completely anti-human, he still gave her a chance.

"As long as you are willing to help collect the plants in Gotham City and purify the poisonous gas in the air, I can spare your life. But that's all. You still have to atone for what you have done."

Poison Ivy knelt on the ground, her long red hair falling to cover her naked body. She raised her head and said, "If it weren't for the last sentence, I would definitely bow to you."

"You know what? We crazy people in Gotham are flexible. As long as we can survive, we can endure any grievance. But we are also stubborn. There is only one thing that we crazy people absolutely cannot accept."

"The Joker, even in death, is determined to break the code Batman upholds. The Penguin cares about his lost family honor. Two-Face is chasing the fate that has pushed him into a desperate situation."

"As for me, I only care about plants. There's nothing wrong with making the world green again, and I will never give in for that."

"Then you can atone for your sins with your death!"

The flames on Martin's body were as dazzling as the sun, but his voice was colder than the cold wind on the polar snowfield.

He raised the giant sword in his hand, ready to give Poison Ivy the final punishment and let her atone for what happened tonight.

Even though the other party was plotted by Lars, she refused to show even the slightest guilt when facing the victims she killed.

Then she was not innocent if she was beheaded.

"No, no, no, robot. I can persuade her to cooperate. Please don't swing the sword."

Harley's vision was blurry, but she half-knelt and half-walked to between Martin and Poison Ivy, and pleaded for her best friend.

Martin looked down. The flames were burning through the underground network of tree roots at a far from ideal rate.

There are many influencing factors, and to sum it up in one sentence, it is difficult.

"ten minutes!"

Martin said to Harley coldly: "I will only give you ten minutes to persuade her to cooperate with us."

Harry squinted his eyes and jumped up: "Ten minutes. It takes me more than ten minutes to pee."

Martin swung the giant sword, creating a gust of hot wind that blew into Harley's face.

"Every second we waste here, more innocent people outside will be infected by the gas. So, if you can't do it, get out of the way and don't waste time that is more precious than gold."

Martin said this, thought this, and acted this way.

Harley tried to bargain, but he swung his sword at Poison Ivy.

"Stop, just ten minutes."

Harley's eyes recovered a little, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Now you are like a real robot, cold and heartless, only talking about logic..."

"You have nine minutes and fifty seconds left, hurry up!"

Martin turned his head, leaving Harley alone with Poison Ivy, and secretly sent Hoof Shadow to keep an eye on the two women.

"Batman, I have cut off the connection between Poison Ivy and the Gotham plants. What's the situation outside?"

Martin's call was quickly responded to by Dick: "The speed at which the plants spray poison mist has slowed down, but it is still spreading outward with the wind. The machine you gave me is very effective, but once the mechanized people leave the energy field, they become crazy again."

When Martin heard the news, his heart sank.

This news means that even if the poisonous fog is filtered out, those who have been infected may not be able to return to their original appearance.

Dick added the bad news: "Government officials are coming to take over, claiming they have an antidote."

"hehe!"

Martin laughed coldly twice.

He didn't even need to think to guess that this so-called official was the Sky Eye Society.

Under pressure from the Wayne Group and Bruce Wayne, general government departments don't want to care about Gotham, this cesspool, and pretend that this place does not exist in the United States.

Only the SkyEye Society under the control of Amanda Waller, which takes orders directly from the president and has a shallow foundation, can stand firm in the departmental fighting by risking its life.

Martin believed that Batman could definitely deal with the greedy bureaucrat, and the name of Amanda Waller crossed his mind and was thrown out.

"Batman is working on a cure, but I think there's little hope. Martin, what do you have in mind?"

Dick suddenly felt uneasy.

Batman is helpless and Martin is silent.

A father who raised me and a reliable friend who has been through thick and thin with me.

The two of them faced the same change at the same time, which made Dick, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, panic.

Martin turned his head and looked at Poison Ivy, whose mood was gradually calming down, and replied to Dick: "Harley has persuaded Poison Ivy to cooperate with me, but I'm afraid she can only control plants and has no ability to cure the infected." He moved his metal fingers and said in a deep voice: "Now, only this last trick can save the lives of those infected."

Dick said in surprise: "If there is a way!"

"If you knew what my method was, you wouldn't be as happy as you are now."

Martin did not explain to Dick what he was going to do, but simply asked him to prepare more machines.

"Xiaohong and I have already agreed to help you deal with the plants in Gotham City."

Harley held Poison Ivy in one hand and skipped to Martin.

Martin cut off the communication with Dick, stared at Poison Ivy and said, "She is atonement for what she did, not to clean up the mess for me."

Speaking of this topic, Poison Ivy became excited, staring at Martin with her emerald green eyes.

“Nothing I did was wrong.”

"Then go to die!"

Martin directly placed the giant sword on Poison Ivy's neck and said coldly: "Even without you, I can still deal with those plants and poisonous gas. It's just a little more troublesome."

"calm down!"

Harley mediated, feeling like she was walking on a knife's edge.

Martin has no need for Poison Ivy, but Poison Ivy is a stubborn person once the core issue is touched upon.

Harley carefully pushed the giant sword away and showed a difficult smile: "Robot, saving people is the most important thing now. Let's not waste time."

Martin retracted the giant sword, transformed it into a spear, summoned Hoof Shadow, sat on the horse's back, and said to Poison Ivy: "If you are willing to help, I will spare your life. If not, wait until this is over, and then wait for me to take your head!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the giant tree with the shadow of hooves.

The flames burned away all the poisonous gas around. The Gotham sky was covered with a black veil, and the stars light years away emitted a faint light.

Martin took a deep breath, even though he didn't need to.

He opened the armor on his chest, revealing the Chosen One chip.

His last trump card is new energy.

Since mortals cannot withstand the ravages of the virus, let's transform them all into robots.

Anyway, the robots on the planet Haven are no different from ordinary humans. They can cry and laugh, have feelings, and live long.

Of course, Martin was not wishful thinking. Even if this was the only way to save the infected from madness and pain, there would certainly be many people who were unwilling to do so.

So he didn't tell Dick and bore the consequences alone.

……

Inside the giant tree.

Harley looked at her best friend angrily: "Xiaohong, are you crazy?"

"The earth is dying, and I am saving it! Saving it from those shameless vampires—"

Harley drooped her face: "You know I don't like to hear these things."

She pulled open her clothes, revealing her snow-white back covered in bloodstains and hard splinters in her flesh.

"This is what you do to me when you go crazy."

Harley was furious, staring at Poison Ivy with wide eyes.

"Consider it as a debt you still owe me. Now go and control those damn mutant plants and keep your head off your neck."

Poison Ivy nodded reluctantly.

She knew very well that the robot would never let her go.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will spend the rest of your life in prison.

And there was no way he would feel at home in Arkham Asylum.

It was all pain anyway, it was just a matter of temporary or permanent pain. In that case, why did she have to lick her face and let that robot insult her?

But at Harley's pleading, Poison Ivy controlled the plants, left the giant tree, and chased the robot.

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