Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 158 I'm Not Here to Save People (Please Subscribe to Read and Pass the Monthly Ticket)

Alfred was in charge of everything at the banquet, including the members attending the banquet.

When he heard Martin needed it, he immediately took out a list.

Perhaps it was because this old manor, which had been shrouded in silence for many years, became lively again, and Alfred also became more energetic.

Martin looked through the guest list for the banquet, while the old butler explained, "There are a total of 300 people invited to the banquet. Each of them has assets of at least 10 million US dollars. Including the female companions they invited, there are a total of 632 people at the banquet today."

"so many people?"

Martin was very surprised. He really didn't expect that there were so many rich people in Gotham.

"No wonder people say that they kill the poor but not the rich. Gotham has been in chaos for decades, but there are still so many rich people. It shows that the people of Gotham are still very wealthy."

"You were cuter when you were lively just now. Now you look so weird and weird, it's really annoying."

Dick poked Martin in the back and grumbled under his breath.

"For a place like Gotham, I'm being polite by being sarcastic."

Martin closed the guest list without even looking at it, and put it back into the old butler's hands.

Gotham is, in a sense, a microcosm of the American-dominated order.

The wealthy businessmen in the city center are the first world. They suck the blood of the entire Gotham to maintain their wealthy lives, constantly creating crises, and keeping the order going in the constant swings.

Villains like the Joker are the second world. They grow by relying on this constantly collapsing and reborn order, and use it to fight against people in the city center.

The ordinary people in Gotham are the third world. They have no identity and no name. They are simply categorized as “ordinary people” and serve as the background that no one will ever care about.

"Where's Bruce?"

"Master Bruce is talking to several partners of the Wayne Group."

"Then don't bother him."

Martin suddenly remembered Damian who was hung on the stone statue, told Alfred about it, and warned him: "Take that kid down before the banquet starts, don't spoil him too much."

Alfred had to take care of all matters concerning the banquet and really had no time to care about Damian, so he had to give up for the time being.

After the old butler left, Martin took a bunch of food from the buffet area and sat in the corner stuffing it into his mouth like a little hamster.

Dick was a little confused about what Martin was going to do, but after a moment he realized, "Are you going to sit back and watch that party killer kill people, and then find the murderer?"

"What's the word?"

Martin was immediately unhappy: "The mission of protecting these people is originally yours. What does it have to do with me?"

Seeing Martin's cheating look, Dick felt helpless.

Barbara was called away by Commissioner Gordon who had just arrived. He couldn't convince Martin and it was absolutely impossible to force Martin to do anything.

"Brother, now is not the time for you to lose your temper. Everyone attending this banquet is of high status. If one person dies, it will cause a huge public outcry."

Dick's scalp tingled. He never expected Martin to do this suddenly.

It’s not right to say it was sudden, his principles have always been clear.

Martin said indifferently: "Let them die! It's hard to find good people with two legs in Gotham, and there are conscienceless bastards everywhere. If one dies tonight, there will be more to replace him tomorrow morning."

Dick's eyes widened. He certainly didn't accept this logic.

Just as he was about to have a good verbal fight with Martin, a group of men and women in their twenties and thirties gathered around and started to get closer to Dick.

Before the Battle of Gotham Center, Dick was not popular among the noblemen and ladies of Gotham because he was not Bruce's biological son and went to Bluehaven to work as an ordinary policeman.

In order to stop Talia from using her son to control Wayne Group, Dick stood up and received the support of a considerable number of senior executives. Even though the news of the return of Bruce's biological son spread like wildfire, no one paid any attention.

"Goodbye!" Martin waved his hand and sent Dick, who was surrounded by so-called "human relationships", away with a wicked smile.

Then, he continued to stay in the corner, took out a tablet computer at random, and a crow jumped out on his palm.

"Excuse me, help me keep an eye on the surroundings of this manor!"

As an animal with a high appearance rate in various pantheons, the crow's most important duty is surveillance and communication. In Native American mythology, the crow also plays such a role.

"I want to drink beer!"

The crow used its beak to smooth its feathers, and when it talked about wine, the whole bird's eyes lit up.

"Why would a bird like you drink wine?"

Despite all his complaints, Martin still agreed immediately.

Anyway, Bruce, the rich man, is here, so when the matter is over, we can just beat up his rich man.

"quack!"

The crow flapped its wings excitedly, split into little crows, and flew all over the manor, staring at every corner of the manor with its scarlet eyes. Everything they saw was presented on the tablet in Martin's hand.

Ordinary people cannot see this scene. Even if they are multi-millionaires, they cannot see the crows and cannot sense the impending danger.

They drank and chatted about the world, and a few words determined the direction of the flow of large amounts of capital. It seemed as if the world was at peace and everything became unreal in the dreamy music.

Bruce, who was dealing with a group of old guys, heard the music coming from downstairs and his heart skipped a beat, as if his heart was grabbed by something.

He quickly dismissed the vampires who wanted to cash in on the downtown reconstruction plan, saying that these could wait until tomorrow.

"Please leave, there is a banquet waiting for us!"

Bruce's tone suddenly turned stern. The old man didn't dare to talk about his status and position anymore and left the office in disgrace.

After the office was empty, he untied his tie irritably and wanted to pour himself a glass of wine, but he saw an illusory crow lying on the windowsill, with only a pair of red eyes left in the night.

"Martin?"

"It's about to begin. Bruce, get ready!"

Bruce was startled and rushed out of the office and headed to the first floor.

But just as he approached the stairs, the power in the entire manor suddenly went out, all the lights went out, and the dreamy banquet was instantly swallowed up by the cold darkness.

Among the elites who came to the banquet, only a few were able to remain calm. The rest ran around and shouted in panic, using their fear to cause even greater fear.

Bruce stood where he was and did not go into the first floor to avoid being caught up in the chaos.

Wayne Manor is filled with generators, and whoever sabotaged the electricity couldn't destroy all of them in an instant.

The next moment, the destroyed electricity was restored and Wayne Manor became brightly lit again.

Under the lights, the hall was in chaos. Many of the guests' wives fell to the ground, their useless clothes were torn apart in the scuffle, and they were pushed down, some even had their limbs stepped on.

In the center of all the guests, a wealthy middle-aged man was stabbed in the neck by a dagger. He covered his neck with his hands and fell to the ground. The blood spurting from the artery wet the entire floor, forming a small pool of blood.

The guests screamed and tried to rush out the door.

bang bang bang! ! !
"Shut up, everyone, or I'll shoot him in the head with the next bullet!"

Three gunshots shocked everyone in the living room with even greater fear.

　Three more updates! I'll do it tomorrow! Please forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)