Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin made the decision, and Arthur couldn't persuade him.

Moreover, Martin was the only one who could manage everything in Gotham now.

Arthur could only give him some advice at most, but couldn't make any decisions for him.

"Then be careful!"

Martin ended the call while Arthur was advising him.

"Martin, Alfred and his men have landed. But he and Dick haven't visited those congressmen yet, and a general from the Joint Chiefs of Staff has come to them on his own initiative."

Barbara walked into the monitoring room and informed Martin of the latest news from Washington, but saw him fully armed and sorting out his guns.

"The Assassin's League is gathering in Gotham, and I'm going to find out what they want to do. You stay here to prevent sneak attacks."

Martin handed Barbara the note sent by the Assassin's League pigeon.

Barbara stared at the message on the note with wide eyes, and her face shrank instantly: "After the last Gotham riot, I thought Lars's people were almost dead. Why are they coming back again?"

"The Middle East is not short of people who are desperate and willing to sell everything to survive. Maybe Lars will choose his followers, but Talia doesn't care about that. This is also an important reason why she can't compare with her father."

Martin put the guns into a big bag, carried it on his shoulder, and mocked Talia unceremoniously: "She has no faith, and her seemingly sharp ambition is always easily affected by external factors. So, no matter how cunning Talia is, she will never be as good as Lars."

"Because of this, if the Assassin's League is involved in the matter of Apokolips, the leader must be Lars, not Talia. Because this matter is too risky, Talia will never put herself in danger."

"This is not good news."

Barbara shook her head. Her memory of the Assassin's League can only be described in two words-pain.

"I will find out about the Assassin's League. You just need to stay in prison. As for Washington, let Alfred talk. It's not time for us to come forward yet."

"A member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, isn't such a person qualified to talk to us?"

Barbara felt that Martin's attitude was a bit too arrogant. People of this status have already stood at the top of the United States.

"You misunderstood me. We can't give any promises to the other party now. It is precisely because the other party's status is very high that we can't meet him easily."

Martin suddenly remembered a general he had wanted to meet for a long time. Before leaving, he said to Barbara: "What is the name of the general on Alfred's waist?"

Barbara glanced at her mobile phone: "Calvin Swanwick!"

"Send me all the information about the general. I am very interested in him."

Martin did not explain what he was going to do, and Barbara did not ask, but just said that she understood.

Investigating a general is not a simple matter, not to mention that Martin must know that it is definitely not the information on Google that can be obtained as long as he takes action.

In short, Martin's departure did not make Barbara idle, but became busier.

Martin did not drive the Batmobile when he left Blackgate Prison, but borrowed a prison guard's car.

The Batmobile was too conspicuous, and as long as it left Blackgate Prison, the news would spread throughout Gotham immediately.

But Bruce was operating in other places under his own identity, so the Assassin's League, who knew Bruce's true identity, would become vigilant.

In order to ensure the secrecy of his identity, Martin even borrowed a prison guard's uniform.

Even so, he was still monitored.

In order to get rid of the people following him, Martin drove around on the road for a while, found a restaurant at random, and sat for about half an hour before the people following him lost their patience.

Fortunately, the Assassin's League required the gathering time to be in the evening, and Martin had plenty of time to entangle with people.

Otherwise, he would have found a place, changed out of the prison guard's uniform, and got rid of the people instead of waiting for them to leave on their own.

Now that he was here, Martin did not just focus on acting.

He was busy all morning. Although he did not fight, he handled a lot of miscellaneous things and consumed a lot of energy.

He simply had a full meal in this fast food restaurant, then took a cup of iced cola, slowly left the fast food restaurant, changed into ordinary casual clothes, and drove to the secret base of the Assassin's League in Gotham.

During this period, Barbara also investigated Calvin Swanwick's information and sent it to Martin in full.

On the surface, this general seems to be the representative of the American dream. He was born in Brooklyn, New York. His parents died of illness when he was young. After finishing high school with difficulty, he joined the army to make a living.

He struggled all the way, relying on the merits earned on the battlefield in the Middle East, he was promoted to brigadier general, and then he withdrew from the front-line troops and began to enter political activities, serving several presidents.

This resume looks very innocent, but innocence itself is the biggest problem.

There are civilian-born officers active in the front line in the US military, but there is an obvious threshold to enter Washington from the front-line troops.

The US Congress has always been particularly vigilant about the military. Even those who come from a prominent family want to switch from the military to politicians, they must first cut off their military attributes.

As arrogant as MacArthur was, he wanted to compete for the presidency as a soldier, but ended up ending his life in disgrace.

Although Eisenhower was a famous general in the army, he resigned from various military positions before running for president, and even retired from active service, abandoning everything in the army, and won the presidency as an ordinary Republican.

And Calvin Swanwick, not only did he not have a prominent family background, but he was also black.

Although the political correctness of the American people is very noisy, various discriminations are still prevalent in the upper government.

A black person who wants to hold real power in Washington will never be treated fairly.

And the file fabricated by Calvin or Martian Hunter is too smooth.

However, fabricating files is not uncommon for Americans. After all, it is a free country. As long as there are enough resources, anything can be done.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Calvin did this just to hide some stains in his life.

But Martin knew that this period of life was a protective color used by Martian Hunter to hide his true identity.

"It seems that I have to meet this general as soon as possible."

In various versions, the reason why Martian Hunter came to Earth is basically because of the demise of Martians.

But the reasons for the extinction of Martians are different. Some are due to internal conflicts among Martians, some are due to alien invasions, and some are due to the influence of Darkseid.

The different reasons for the extinction of Martians will also affect the reason why Martian Hunter came to Earth.

However, the only thing that can be confirmed is that this spiritual master among Martians is definitely a good person and has no covetousness for the Earth.

Just being a good person does not mean that Martian Hunter has no fear. If someone suddenly rushes in front of him and says that he is a Martian.

Martian Hunter will never admit his identity, and will hide it deeper. Maybe he will feel that the Justice League is pressing step by step, thus severing the cooperation between the two.

Due to various concerns, Martin did not inform others that Calvin was a Martian, but prepared to meet him himself.

But before that, he had to solve the matter of the Assassin's League first, and he couldn't let those assassins do whatever they wanted in Gotham.

Even if they have nothing to do with the affairs of Apokolips, they can't stay here to mess up Gotham and affect Bruce.

Martin drove an ordinary car slowly on the streets of Gotham. After turning around a few times, he pretended to pass by the secret base of the Assassin's League as if he was not paying attention.

The person who summoned the members of the Assassin's League arranged the meeting place in an old residential building.

This building is only five or six stories high, and the painted wall skin on the outside has fallen off, revealing the appearance of red bricks and concrete.

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At first glance, this building looks like an old man whose life is coming to an end. It can only make people feel sad and sympathetic, but can't give rise to the urge to live in it.

The place where this building is located belongs to a civilian community. There is an open space in front of the door covered with weeds. Although there are fences installed around it, they are only half a person's height, just to block animals such as wild dogs, or young children.

The street in front of the door is full of homeless people. Very few of them are still relatively clean, and most of them are poor.

Those who are just freezing and starving are in a good situation. As long as they endure it, it will pass.

But those who are addicted to drugs are completely ruined, both mentally and physically. Lying on the street, they are quietly waiting for death to come and end their hopeless life.

Martin looked at the miserable state of the people on both sides of the street, sighed silently in his heart, and did not show this emotion on his face.

He bet that when he drove through the street, there were at least three pairs of eyes on the nearby buildings staring at him, waiting for him to make the wrong choice because of this matter.

Martin always sat on the fishing platform, holding the steering wheel with one hand and the drinks and potato chips brought out from the fast food restaurant with the other hand.

His eyes were always on the buildings on both sides of the street, and he remembered all the sentries outside.

After the vehicle left the street, he parked the car aside, took off his clothes, changed into a new set of clothes, and then walked back to the street just now.

This time, Martin pretended to be a passerby who had taken the wrong road, hurriedly crossed the street, and used his experience to dig out the sentries hidden in the dark and remember them in his mind.

Although Martin is experienced, it is impossible to find all the sentries by using disguise to detect the sentries, and there must be some omissions.

But he cannot use makeup to get close to the old residential building and confirm again that there are no omissions in the sentries he found.

Lars's assassins are absolutely capable. Martin can do it again and again, but not again and again.

Once he is lucky and steps into a certain area, he will face the overwhelming swords and shadows, and he may even lose his life.

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If he is alone, Martin will definitely rush in without hesitation to remove the sentries first, and then turn the old residential building upside down. Find the mastermind behind everything and beat him up. "

But Martin wants not only to solve the Assassin's League, but also to know why they want to attack Gotham at this time, and what their goal is.

With this idea in mind, Martin took out a drone and released it, adjusting the altitude. He marked all the sentries inside the buildings on the street one by one, monitoring the entire street.

There were three buildings on one street that were the bases of the Assassin's League. There were at least a dozen sentries set up in the streets and alleys. They were well camouflaged, and it was not so easy for even trained people to identify them.

But except for these disguised sentinels, the three buildings used as secret bases by the Assassin's League were very empty, and there were very few life signals.

It is estimated that the main force of the Assassin's League has not arrived yet, and it is not so easy to summon the secret agents arranged by the Assassin's League in Gotham to react.

What's more, the time written on the note is evening, so no one will come here in advance.

Martin took back the drone and thought for a while. He didn't plan to wait until night. He planned to go and explore first to see whether the person who was going to make trouble inside was the Master Assassin himself or someone else.

Martin did it as he said, disguised himself as a homeless man, and sneaked into the street again.

He had confirmed the location of the sentries, and used his disguise to successfully avoid their sight, approached the old residential building, went around the back of the building, and found the door to the basement.

Since the Assassin's League used this place as a secret base, it must have been carefully renovated.

The door to the basement looked very ordinary, and the door lock seemed to be pried open with only two iron wires.

But Martin could tell with his toes that a dozen assassins would rush out and beat him up the moment the door was pried open.

So before entering the door, he took out the jammer developed by Bruce, stuck it on the door, and released strong electromagnetic waves to temporarily interfere with electronic equipment within a range of five or six meters.

At the moment the jammer took effect, Martin took out the iron wire, pried open the door in two or three seconds at most, and went straight in.

The first thing he did when he entered the door was to take off his clothes, revealing the black combat uniform of the Assassin's League. His whole body was wrapped in black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes.

If you walk down the street dressed like this, you will be regarded as a psychopath, but the assassins in this residential building are dressed like this.

They saw that the surveillance was interfered by the jammer, and the screen suddenly started to snow, so they quickly sent someone to check the situation.

"What's going on? Did someone break in?"

The assassin who came out of the building did not doubt Martin's identity.

Because the clothes he wore and the weapons he carried with him all had the unique logo of the Assassin's League, even Bruce could not completely forge it.

"When I got here, I didn't see anyone else, and the door was closed."

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