Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 8: Small in stature, but big in appetite!
The Penguin may be cruel and ruthless, or he may be very capable, but he is not a good public speaker.

Not to mention Martin, an outsider, even the criminals trapped in Gotham had no reaction to the Penguin's speech.

We are all adults now, and when we decide whether to do something, we look at how much benefit we can get.

Running around for a few empty slogans is a stupid thing only naive young people would do.

The Penguin only talks about wanting to defeat Batman, but doesn't mention what the benefits of defeating Batman are.

Not to mention those big guys who control the territories, even those brainless killers scoffed at the Penguin's words.

Seeing that everyone was ignoring him, the Penguin's chest heaved violently. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The red wine dripped from the corners of his mouth onto his suit.

"Falcone, Maroni, both of you are our seniors and the undisputed leaders of the Gotham underworld. Can you tolerate the shadow of the bat lingering over our heads?"

Falcone, who looked very old, smacked his badly toothless mouth twice, pushed his reading glasses, and said softly: "Cobolt, let me say a few words. Don't think I'm taking advantage of my age. Batman has been active in Gotham for ten years. How many plans have you made to kill him? Have you ever succeeded?"

"Every time we think we have killed Batman, that man always crawls out of hell. I'm tired. Maybe Batman can really be killed, but that's your business, young people, and it has nothing to do with me, an old man with one foot in the coffin."

"Old thing!"

The Penguin listened to Falcone mentioning the word "old" every three sentences, and cursed the old man in his heart for being pretentious.

The day before yesterday, Falcone's nephew was killed. He immediately led people to wipe out the enemies of the Falcone family. At that time, he had nothing to do with the old word.

Now he pretends to be weak, obviously only wanting benefits but not willing to put in any effort.

With Falcone taking the lead, the others made various excuses and did not want to participate in the Penguin's plan to kill Batman.

Martin looked at the criminal gathering that was about to disperse, and he knew what they were thinking better than the Penguin.

Over the years, new gangs like the Penguin have come in with great force and have taken over the territories of many old gangs.

The two largest and oldest mafia families, Falcone and Maroni, are still in existence today, in large part because of Batman's secret help.

As a true idealist, Batman understands how reality works and does not have the fantasy of turning Gotham into a paradise overnight.

For ten years, he used his fists and the resources of the Wayne Group to set a boundary for the Gotham gangs, build a dynamic balance, and slowly narrow the boundaries of gang operations.

Falcone and his friends are well aware of this, but in order to survive and continue, they have no choice but to accept this fact.

With Batman around, they can still survive and maintain a relatively wealthy life.

Without Batman, the first ones to suffer bad luck are the two old guys. The first thing Penguin and his men have to do is to kill the two old wolf kings and fight for the throne.

Falcone and Maroni would certainly not do something that would harm themselves and benefit others, such as killing Batman.

As for other criminals working alone, they are even more speculative. If the big guys are unwilling to come forward, they will not step forward to die.

As Martin watched the party was about to end, he did not feel relaxed, but became more nervous. He stared at the Penguin, waiting for his next move.

Gangsters are all ruthless and cruel. Martin is sure that the Penguin will never let his colleagues go easily.

Either offer greater benefits to lure these colleagues, or take ruthless action and kill everyone.

Martin hoped it was the former, because the Penguin could not satisfy the appetite of everyone present at once, and he would inevitably reveal his hidden tricks.

Looking at the Penguin who was still silent, Martin sighed softly: "The Penguin's greed is even deeper than I thought."

If you don't speak, then of course you're going to take action.

He turned on the safety of the Garand rifle, put his finger on the trigger, aimed the crosshairs at the Penguin, and consciously held his breathing to improve the accuracy of his aim.

"You two old bastards should have been in the grave long ago. If you refuse to show your respect, don't blame me for being rude!"

The Penguin tore his face off directly, wanting to kill a chicken to scare the monkey, raised the umbrella in his hand, and pulled the trigger on the umbrella handle towards Falcone. Ding!
Three different sounds rang out at the same moment. A bat dart flew out of the darkness and blocked the bullet fired at Falcone. The 7.62mm bullet fired by Martin knocked the umbrella away.

"Batman is here!"

I don't know who shouted, but the whole banquet scene suddenly became chaotic.

Bang bang bang!
The smoke bombs that exploded one after another emitted gray smoke that covered the entire room.

When the criminals on the outermost edge heard Batman's name, they turned around and ran away. The rest were either brainless idiots or skilled and courageous fighters.

"This is not what I thought!"

Martin didn't plan to save Falcone at first. For him, knowing the Penguin's plan was more important than saving a gangster with bloody hands.

Gotham was already in chaos anyway, and Falcone’s life wasn’t that important anymore.

But Batman came to the rescue and Martin could not get any more information, so he shot and knocked the Penguin's umbrella away.

A black shadow rushed into the smoke, followed by a series of heavy collisions, and then one by one the Penguin Man's men were tied up with ropes and hung on the roof.

"Outrageous!"

Watching Batman knock down ten people and hang them on the roof in three minutes, Martin only had these two words to say.

hum!
Someone turned on the cabin's air purification system. The machine turned and generated a strong suction force, drawing all the smoke in the room into the pipe.

Martin covered his nose, smashed the iron fence, avoided the smoke, and jumped into the house.

Batman was entangled by Deathstroke, and almost everyone else had run away, leaving only a stupid electrocutioner.

"Look who this is! Detective Martin, who is as famous as Batman, has also come to this ship. I am so honored!"

The Penguin recognized Martin instantly, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he opened his arms like a winner.

"Electrocutioner, you don't dare mess with Batman, so just kill the boy and I'll give you a million!"

"A word is settled!"

When the electrocutioner, whose left half of his face was covered with scars, heard this number, his eyes lit up instantly. A current surged out of the gloves on his hands, and light burst out as the arc jumped, illuminating his hideous smile.

"Boy, stand still and let me twist your head off, or I will break every bone in your body!"

Martin chose to answer with bullets, pulling the trigger repeatedly at the electrician who was like a wild bear.

The flying bullets were blocked by the electrocutioner's electric gloves and turned into molten iron in the jumping electric arcs.

Batman noticed Martin's predicament, raised his hand and threw out a few bat darts, which burst out with strong light, trying to force Deathstroke away to help Martin.

But just as he turned around, Deathstroke's steel stick came crashing down on him: "Hey, Bat, your opponent today is me, don't be distracted!"

Batman had no choice but to turn around and use his arm blade to block the steel rod and continue fighting with this powerful enemy.

"Fuck, I hate super criminals!"

Martin cursed inwardly, his round face illuminated by the lightning.

The electrocutioner swung his fist with jumping arcs of electricity and smashed down.

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