Martin Variety in American Comics

"I accepted the employment of Wayne Group to investigate the case of the museum's theft. Someone should have notified you."

Martin has no good face to this Andy, who is randomly abused.

Andy's attitude has nothing to change, and it is still a charming smile: "This museum originally belonged to the Wayne Group. I was a job. If this happened, no one wanted to break the case earlier than me. What do you have? Despite mentioning, I must work hard. "" "."

"I ask me not."

Martin waved his right hand holding the machine and said faintly: "But I want to take this thing."

Andy's eyes widened and hesitated, "I know Mr. Martin, you are a very famous detective, but this is also ... too ... do you want to see the riddles left by the riddles at least?"

He didn't want to offend Martin, but he was worried that the case could not break.

Even if it is a detective, it can't be so perfunctory!

Martin shook his head and said, "What time is it now, there is no need to guess the riddle, it is stupid."

The actual situation is that before he came, he had read the internal intelligence provided by Gordon, and he already knew the situation at the scene, including those riddles.

According to the museum's duty employees, the security system of the museum is a system produced by Wayne Group. It is very special. Once opened, it will be completely locked.

Unless the end of time or unlocking the system key personally, it is impossible for others to touch those collections silently.

So Martin has two doubts, one may be that someone breaks this strict security system. In view of Gotham's talents, this is not impossible.

Another possibility is that there are internal ghosts, and the fort is always easy to break from the inside.

Even one -thousand -thousand -dollar stolen goods, even one thousandth of remuneration, almost no one can refuse such a temptation.

Andy rubbing his hands nervously, seeing that he was worried that this incident would affect him, and he pleaded with Martin: "But the riddles usually leave clues in the riddle, which cannot be said to be worthless!"

"That is just a bait that attracts prey into the trap. I am just a detective, and the employer has no prescribed time limit.

Martin raised the machine with a successful bamboo: "And I have 100 % grasp to find a clue from this machine."

Canadian can't wait to ask: "What clues?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

Martin put away the machine and left the museum directly.

But after turning around, he entered the garage of the museum, installed a tracker on Andy's car, and found a corner that was not easy to find.

He didn't care about any machine from the beginning.

If someone really solved this security system from the outside, Batman would be able to find the traces left by the other party.

But two days after the case, Gordon did not receive a reminder from Batman, which made Martin began to tend to commit crimes.

In the huge museum, the Andy, who mastered the system's keys, is the biggest suspect.

Given that the other party had no criminal experience, Martin estimated that this might be his first time, so it just stimulated the other party.

A few minutes later, Martin, hiding in the corner, saw Andy rushing into his car with panic, leaving the garage with an accelerator.

Martin took out the tablet, connected to the network of Wayne Group, and began to monitor the movement of the other party, and even he heard the sound from the car.

"Your plan is about my fart, I want money. Get the money, I will leave, otherwise we die together, don't forget that things are hidden ..."

Martin listened to this guy to find the riddles for money, and he couldn't help but vomit.

It's another idiot.

At this time, I didn't run away, and I still took the initiative to find the riddles, which is different from the active finding death.

Does he really think that the riddles will abide by the rules of integrity. In the case of his exposure, he still pays?

"It's a fool. But if he is not stupid, I will be difficult to handle."

Martin does not have a car. The most important thing is that he does not understand Gotham's road conditions.

So he left the garage, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and reported the position of the riddle and Andy meeting.

"Hurry up, I have three times the price!"

Faced with the three fingers stretched out by Martin, the lazy driver came to the spirit instantly. As soon as the throttle stepped on, the taxi flew out directly.

Martin was suddenly pressed on the back of the taxi seat, and once again felt the wildness of the Gotham.

"Boss, see you next time!" When the car arrived, the driver waved his banknotes and beckoned warmly to Martin.

"We're better not to meet again."

Martin dragged some soft legs and said goodbye to drivers who drove very wild, and Andy was still coming.

The riddler agreed to meet a warehouse area near the port.

The get off work hours have not yet arrived. There are large trucks where they are everywhere. Workers wearing orange vests also shuttle in the middle of various warehouses. From a distance, it is like a group of ants.

Martin just found a construction site at the door, followed a vest, changed into an ordinary worker, walked into the warehouse area, and found the warehouse that the riddles said, and found that there was already a group of gangsters holding guns.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

To be precise, it was two gangs of gangsters who were trading arms, from automatic rifles to rockets, and all kinds of individual weapons.

"Killing someone with a borrowed knife!"

Martin spied on the transaction in the warehouse and immediately understood what the Riddler was up to.

If Andy, the idiot, really broke in, he would only be waiting for countless bullets.

Martin didn't care whether this greedy guy was dead or alive, but he still had the whereabouts of the collection in his hands, which was the real important thing.

He estimated that if he acted faster, he could catch the stolen goods and the Riddler in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Martin quietly left the warehouse, found Andy in a suit among the traffic and workers, and walked towards him quickly.

Before the other party could react, Martin put one hand around his neck, and the pistol in his clothes was also against his stomach.

"Don't move. The gun is against your stomach. If you pull the trigger, your stomach will immediately have a big hole."

"Mr. Martin, why are you here?"

Andy was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to gamble his life when he felt the hard object against his stomach.

Martin didn't waste his words with him: "Of course it's for the things you did."

"Maybe..."

"If you still have the fantasy of getting a reward from the Riddler, then take a look at what's in this warehouse?"

Martin didn't need to explain anything to this guy. He put the scene of the arms trade in front of him, and the facts crushed his fantasy.

Andy was stupid, but not stupid.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I risked my life to do things for him, and that bastard actually wanted to cross the river and burn the bridge?"

"The Riddler is a criminal with a disordered brain. You are the one who thinks he will abide by any agreement!"

Martin mercilessly pierced Andy's last fantasy, grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall.

"Where did you hide the things? Tell me the truth, and I can have you sent to the Metropolitan Prison to serve your sentence and guarantee the safety of your family."

Andy finally realized that he had no way out, and finally surrendered to Martin and confessed everything.

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