Martin Variety in American Comics

The guide the deputy curator found was a very sturdy middle-aged man. Because of years of physical work, his skin was tanned, but he could still see some of the characteristics of the mixed-race aboriginals.

As soon as they met, Martin threw him a stack of green dollars.

Before departure, Bruce gave him permission to withdraw unlimited funds from the Wayne Group, ensuring that he could mobilize any resources of the Wayne Group and its affiliated institutions at any time.

In this regard, Martin just wanted to say that the feeling of hugging thighs was really good.

And the guide who had relied on the forest for his life was dizzy by the stack of dollars. He swore to Martin in English with a thick accent and promised that he was willing to do anything.

But when he sat on the hoof shadow and felt the feeling of flying on the ground, he began to raise his hands and beg for mercy.

"Boss, boss, your motorcycle is too fast, I can't hold it."

Martin braked hard.

The guide lay directly on the side of the road, vomiting violently, his limbs were weak, and he looked like he was about to fall at any time.

After vomiting violently for a while, he knelt and straightened his upper body, begging Martin for mercy: "I will return all the money to you, you should find another guide!"

Martin admitted that he did run a little faster.

Since he promised to lead the archaeological team into the forest to survey the tomb of the Aztec king, he didn't want to break the promise, so he kept speeding up.

He didn't feel anything, but others couldn't bear such pressure.

"You draw the route on the map, I will go by myself, and you can still keep the money."

Martin gave him another choice.

"You are such a good person, a kind and good person."

The guide kept bowing to Martin, and the money was more than the hard-earned money he had accumulated from his hard work in the first half of his life.

He took out a hand-drawn map and handed it to Martin, which clearly marked the route to the last town on the edge of the forest, although it was marked in Spanish.

"If you need, I can explain it to you in English."

"No need. There are not many cars on this road, so be careful!"

Martin rejected the other party's kindness, asked Hoofing to scan the map, and continued to move towards the primeval forest along the cracked cement road.

Not long after walking, the cement road came to an end, and only the compacted dirt road could be taken.

After that, there was no dirt road at all, only a small path made by the local residents with their feet, which could not be passed by motorcycles. Hoofing turned into a steel warhorse, running on four legs on a small path that could not be called a road at all.

When he finally saw the town marked on the map, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun gradually moved westward and was about to set in the west.

"Today's time was spent on rushing on the road. I have never had such an experience before."

The secret room under Martin's school always leads to all kinds of strange places, and those who ask for help or trouble him will always jump in front of him.

But in this world, he does not have the ability to move quickly for the time being.

"It's time to think about how to use space."

Martin recalled various magic and technology that can use space in his mind, while Hoofing rushed down the ridge and found a road leading to the town in the forest.

This road is paved with asphalt, and vehicles come and go, mostly off-road vehicles and trucks.

People who want to get rich by taking risks are sitting on the off-road vehicles, going inside.

Trucks are loaded with trees, minerals and various specialties, going out.

The two sides do not interfere with each other, forming a strange balance.

Hoofing turned back into a motorcycle, carrying Martin into the off-road traffic, and walked towards the town.

There was a checkpoint at the gate to the town, and a group of gunmen with guns checked every passing vehicle.

When it was Martin's turn, the gunman at the checkpoint stopped him and asked, "Why did you come to our town?"

"To go into the forest for archaeology."

Martin took out the contract he signed with the deputy director and handed it over.

The gunman at the gate glanced at the contract and sneered: "A person riding a motorcycle wants to conquer the pyramid that has swallowed hundreds of lives. There are only two kinds of people who would do this, one is a skilled and daring person, and the other is a stupid and ignorant person."

"You are the latter. I have seen too many people like you."

The gunman waved the contract and pointed with his head raised.

Martin leaned his hands on the front of the hoof shadow car and asked with interest: "Why can't I be the former?"

"Because you are too young, not even 20 years old, do you think you are the famous Martin?"

The gunman laughed and mocked the ignorant person in his eyes.

"Every young man thinks he is special, but the forest will use death to tell you that you are nothing special, just one of many cannon fodders."

"I don't think so."

Martin stood up and said to the gunman: "I think I am special, even the forest will make way for me."

"You are not only a fool, but also a stupid lunatic."

As soon as the gunman finished speaking, Martin took his gun from the holster and pointed it at his forehead.

The gunmen at the entire checkpoint jumped up immediately, pointed their guns at Martin, and shouted "Let him release the people immediately."

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Martin ignored the threats from the gunmen around him and said to the gunman under his gun: "Before you mock others next time, you should read the contents of the contract carefully. You missed the first chance, now I give you a second chance, don't waste my kindness."

The gunman was already sweating profusely. He quickly turned over the contract in his hand and saw the big signature. His heart seemed to stop.

"It turns out that you are really Mr. Martin. I am blind. Please forgive me."

Martin let go of his hand, and the muzzle of the pistol drooped directly and was handed back to the other party.

When the gunmen around heard Martin's name, they immediately thought of legendary adventure stories and put down their guns.

"Remember my words, before you show off your power next time, you should look at the target first, otherwise you will be killed by your own stupidity."

"I understand, I understand, I understand!"

The gunman took back the pistol in panic and stepped aside.

His clothes were completely wet with sweat.

The barrier at the critical point was opened, but Martin did not go in. Instead, he continued to look at the gunman and said, "Are you not going to charge me for the toll now?"

As the saying goes, you live by the mountain and you live by the water.

These gunmen built the whole town, of course not for charity. People who venture into the forest want to rest here, of course they have to pay the owner.

"You are..."

"Take it!"

Martin took out a stack of money and threw it in the gunman's face.

"Rules are rules, because you are weak, you should respect me as a strong man, just as I will respect the efforts of the town's order maintainers."

"Do you understand?"

All the gunmen were intimidated by Martin and just kept nodding.

Martin watched the gunman lower his head like a quail, and then he rode into the town with satisfaction, leaving only a back figure for them to look up to.

After he left, the pause button of the town gate was turned off, and whispers soon sounded.

"Oh my god, is this the legendary Martin?"

"He looked so handsome when he taught those guys a lesson just now."

"This is the life we ​​should live!"

"Don't even think about it, he's a legend, we may never see his shadow in our lifetime."

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