Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 540 The Game is Over (Please subscribe and read on, monthly ticket recommendation!)
The sword, pushed by the Force, flashed like a meteor and stabbed towards the "Little Red Hulk" rapidly.

With a puffing sound, the Ni Lin sword pierced through the skin, muscles and bones of the big guy's palm that was blocking in front of him, and half of the sword blade went directly into the guy's chest.

The speed of the Ni Lin Sword was so fast that it cut through the guy's body, but not even a drop of blood splashed out of his wound.

"You son of a beach, this really hurts me!"

The big guy whose palm was pierced by Martin cried out in pain and waved his right hand to relieve the pain, but at the same time he let go of Martin's left hand and threw him out.

"But this little thing is like a toothpick to me. It can only hurt me for a moment. Next, I will stick the steel pipe into your anus and let it stick out from the top of your head."

"It sounds specific, but I don't think you can do it."

Martin laughed, and suddenly stopped in mid-air. With no leverage, he twisted his body forcefully and kicked the big guy's heart again.

Although this big guy's body has grown larger, he seems to have not learned how to control his brain. He is only concerned with responding to his pain and pays no attention to the situation around him.

Martin seized the opportunity and kicked the guy directly in the chest, but he did not kick at the Ni Lin sword. Instead, he hooked the sword with his foot and pressed it down directly.

The high-energy particles on the sword were constantly running. Although the muscle density of this "Little Red Hulk" was so great that the muscle fibers were almost integrated into one, they were still easily cut by the sword, tearing a huge wound that went straight to the shoulder.

"Shit, fuck, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to tear your head off..."

The big guy put his hand over the wound on his body, blood gushing out from his palm. He still hadn't learned to control his body with his brain, and his body's instinctive reactions completely controlled his actions.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Martin shook his head, grabbed the Ni Lin sword that flew out from the chest of the big guy, and combined it with another long sword to form a two-handed greatsword.

He grasped the greatsword with both hands and slashed downward with the tip of the sword. An almost pure white particle stream emanated from the outer edge of the sword, tearing open the skin and muscles while also evaporating the flying blood.

Boom!
The big guy's head flew out and hit the ground with a dull sound, making the whole street quiet.

"It seems you're not as good as you boast!"

Martin glanced at the corpse at his feet and saw that there was no change on the guy's body, and he thought something was wrong.

Then, he walked over the corpses at his feet and said to the mutants of all sizes in front of him: "The results are already very clear. The things you injected into yourselves did not turn you into supermen. So, do you want to surrender or continue to fight me?"

He had no interest in these attackers. Such brainless people would not survive long in Gotham even if they did not die in his hands.

However, after these people were injected with the drugs, he changed his mind and decided to keep these people no matter whether they lived or died.

"You killed our people, kid! No one can kill our people in the Speed Gang and still..."

"I understand what you mean. Just answer with the word 'fight'!"

Martin didn't listen to their nonsense. He strode forward, raised the Ni Lin sword with both hands, and chopped it vertically directly at the nearest guy.

The high-energy particle flow on the sword was extremely active under the promotion of the Force, burning with vigorous flames, as if the sword had grown a longer section out of thin air, and the burning temperature caused the surrounding air to begin to distort.

These guys have no idea how to use their mutated bodies; they just act on instinct.

But just instinct alone is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he can barely keep up with Martin's current speed.

"Kill you!"

They yelled, grabbed the cars nearby, and smashed them at Martin like ordinary weapons.

Martin ignored them, both eyes fixed on his original target, and swung his sword down, directly splitting the wreckage of the off-road vehicle that the guy had hurriedly grabbed from the side.

The blade of the greatsword moved to the middle of his side. He took small steps to get in front of the man, and at the same time turned his body, swung the greatsword down, and directly cut off the guy's right hand.

"Ah, my hand!"

While screaming in pain, the big guy waved his left hand wildly, as if trying to catch something, but he had no target.

Martin was not affected by this hand at all, it just waved left and right and couldn't even turn in a circle.

He didn't even need to force it. He simply lowered his body and swung the greatsword in his hand horizontally. The active high-energy particles directly tore open his belly, and the high temperature burned all the meat and fat in his abdomen into carbon.

Then, amidst the unpleasant smell, Martin took a step to the back of the big guy, and at the same time split the Ni Lin sword in his hand into two single swords. He stabbed backwards, piercing his heart and abdomen from the spine, and burned his organs into carbon with the high temperature.

Even though this guy's body recovered faster than normal people after the mutation, he couldn't survive without losing all his organs.

“You guys are so low level.”

Martin killed the second enemy easily, but instead of feeling happy about it, he felt more uneasy.

He would rather these people were masters.

"You are a lunatic and a devil."

The consecutive deaths of two companions finally stimulated the brains of these guys, allowing them to break free from their physical instincts and realize the horror of Martin.

"Those who kill should be prepared to be killed. You want to use our heads in exchange for the bounty, but do you still expect me not to resist?"

Martin was thinking about his own things and didn't care about the emotional changes of these people.

These simple-minded guys seemed to have only two options in their heads. They felt that the man in front of them would definitely not let them go, so they took the initiative.

The big guys exerted a little force, aimed at Martin, and threw the off-road vehicle in their hands like a baseball, quickly and accurately.

Martin frowned, stuck his two swords into the ground, took a deep breath, pushed his hands forward, and the vibration of the Force turned into a powerful thrust, spreading outward in a circle.

The cars that hit Martin were blown away by the Force like leaves, leaving big holes on the ground, but the nearest car was also blown away a kilometer.

When the mutated attackers saw the flying car, they had no intention of retreating. They stood on the ground with their feet, thinking that they could definitely defeat the weak steel with their reliable bodies.

It wasn't until the storm hit them that they realized how wrong they were.

The seemingly invisible force that hit them was like a mountain hitting them, and the person who was rushing in the front had his ribs dented.

The power of the Force was still able to take effect through the body, and the broken bones that flew out after the ribs were broken were like bullets, directly penetrating their internal organs.

As these people flew out, they vomited mouthfuls of blood, looking even worse than the cars.

Martin pushed out the Force, then pulled out the two swords of Ni Lin that were stuck in the ground, turned into a shadow and rushed directly in front of these people.

His left hand is held in front of his body to protect him, and his right hand holds a long sword upside down, almost parallel to the ground.

He jumped over the unfortunate ones who were hit hard by the Force Push and with a big leap he reached the bodies of the attackers in the back row who were simply blown away.

They were only slightly injured, and although they could not keep their bodies steady in the Force, they could see a shadow rushing towards them, so they subconsciously fought back.

Martin slashed sideways with his left hand, knocking away the arm of the attacker in front of him. Because he didn't use much force, it only left a shallow scar on his arm, but it opened the opponent's defense.

Then, he swung his right hand, which was holding the long sword upside down, towards the abdomen, tearing open the opponent's belly.

As the tip of the sword passed through his belly, he loosened his right hand slightly, changing from an upside-down hold to an upright hold, and at the same time slashed forward. A stream of high-energy particles passed through his throat, directly tearing open the enemy's throat and turning half of the neck into charcoal.

After killing a man, he combined the two swords in his hands into a big sword, stepped on the corpse in front of him, jumped to the side and upward to avoid the attack of the attacker next to him, and stabbed downward with the big sword in both hands, directly cutting off his spine.

After killing the second man, Martin felt the danger coming from behind him again. He turned the big sword in his hand into a double-headed sword, rotated his wrist, and the high-energy particle stream danced like a fan, directly tearing the hands of the enemy behind him into pieces.

At the same time, he leaped into the air again, and the double-headed Ni Lin sword in his hand rotated, directly cutting off the head of the third attacker.

"Is this still a human being?" All the spectators, whether Gordon or those who wanted to exchange Martin's head for a bounty, had the same thought in their minds.

They couldn't see the situation on the battlefield clearly at all.

Martin's speed was so fast that even a superhuman could only see a ball of light moving continuously in the storm caused by the Force, but could not see the other party's specific movements clearly.

In the end, they could only judge what Martin had done by the casualties of the mutant attackers.

The creed of the Jedi Order is kindness, serenity, protection and neutrality. When encountering an enemy, they basically disarm the enemy. Even if they want to kill the enemy, they are required not to kill with one strike, and not to make unnecessary movements that would cause unnecessary pain to the enemy.

Martin implemented this point very well. No matter how he changed the shape of the sword or how he used the Force, he only needed three moves at most to kill the enemy.

The onlookers looked at the corpses flying out of the Force storm from a distance, carefully counted the wounds on the corpses, and when they found that each corpse had only three scars at most, their hearts sank.

They simply could not imagine how this mysterious man from the Justice League could kill an enemy with just three moves while being surrounded by so many mutants.

In short, these flying corpses became the most effective deterrent. Those lone killers who wanted to take advantage of the situation finally gave up their fantasies and left quietly after seeing those corpses.

Only a few of the remaining peepers are skilled and bold, and the rest are spies sent by gangs or certain organizations to observe Martin.

Five minutes later, the storm gradually subsided.

The ground was littered with corpses, and only Martin was still standing. He kicked away the attacker who had tried to grab his thigh before he died, shook his head to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and walked towards Gordon.

boom!
A gunshot suddenly rang out, continuing the chaos brought by the storm. A bullet flew from several kilometers away and shot towards Martin's head.

"Hoof Shadow!"

Martin sensed the danger before the bullet was fired and called out his horse's name.

With a whoosh, the hoof shadow rushed directly to Martin's side, swallowed the bullet shot at him in one gulp, and even chewed it a few times, but felt that the bullet tasted bad and made a complaining sound.

"Hey, don't eat random food next time! There are too many messy things in these worlds. What if someone fills the bullets with electronic viruses?"

Martin disciplined his horse and then walked up to Gordon.

"Wow, Martin! That was the most exaggerated fight I've ever seen in the past few decades. Oh, no, it seems you've done something this exaggerated before..."

Gordon was amazed by Martin's Jedi battle just now.

In the past, Martin was more used to using some sort of grand scene to directly kill his enemies, but this was the first time he had seen him kill an enemy with such precision.

"Calm down, Gordon. I have something more important to tell you!"

Martin grabbed Gordon's waving hands and stared into his eyes. The quiet power emanating from his black eyes slowly calmed him down.

"Is this the power of the Force? It's so quiet and peaceful. I feel like I'm back to my youth. I don't need to think about these things. Everything is carefree."

Gordon was extremely surprised by the power of the Force, but not excited.

"Where do you want me to take the body?"

Gordon is an old policeman. His fighting ability is average, but he is very sensitive to the case. The moment he saw the attackers mutate, he realized the problem.

"You collect all the bodies, and then the members of the alliance will come and take them away. You can leave the rest to them."

Martin said, as if he had thought of something, and pulled Gordon to an empty corner of the building and said to him, "Have your police officers paid much attention to the circulation of drugs recently?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this question?"

Gordon was a little surprised. The Justice League had strict control over addictive drugs. Even if someone had only smoked marijuana, their application to join the league would be rejected.

Members who have joined the alliance and have ever come into contact with addictive drugs will be forced to terminate their current positions and attend training classes.

Anyone who is still using addictive drugs or refuses to relearn will be expelled directly.

"You should know that every person on Earth has a hidden superpower gene, which can be triggered through a specific method. This is also what Savage and his gang sold the most to Apocalypse."

"Jesus, Mary, and Saint Joseph! Are the questions you want to talk about the same as what I am thinking about now?"

Gordon's eyes widened instantly, and he looked a little panicked and at a loss.

"Yes, I suspect someone has taken advantage of the drug distribution market to bring drugs that can trigger super-powered genes to the market."

Martin directly broke Gordon's luck and expressed his own speculation.

"I am also very interested in the research on superhumans. Even if superpower genes exist in humans, it is very difficult to trigger them. How can one transform into the Hulk directly with just one injection?"

Gordon found it hard to understand, let alone imagine, what human society would become after the rampant spread of concealed drugs.

"This is my second concern. This drug only triggers the super-powered gene in a targeted way and will only transform people into a specific appearance. Or the situation will be even worse. More people will not even be able to survive the transformation process and will die directly."

Martin touched his forehead helplessly.

"I still underestimated the bottom line of these bastards. I didn't expect them to do such a thing."

The "bastards" he mentioned were naturally Savage and others. Only they had close ties with Apocalypse and could do such a thing.

"I'm going to Washington right now, to catch that bastard Luthor, and to dig Savage's whereabouts out of his brain. Within a month, I'm going to wipe all these bastards off the face of the earth."

"Wait, that's Washington!"

Gordon had no doubt that Martin could do what he said, so he quickly stopped him and advised, "I know you don't care about the authority of the White House and Congress at all. But doing this is likely to cause a war. Even if you want to do it, at least discuss it with... Bruce!"

He wanted to persuade Martin to hold a special meeting with the alliance, but he was worried that others would not be able to suppress Martin.

"What's more, there is no final conclusion on this medicine yet. What if the situation is not as we think?"

"I know what you're worried about. Since those people already know my identity, they won't be able to catch any traces of my actions. If I want, I can complete everything within an hour."

"What you said makes sense. I do need to talk to Bruce. Those people are mad dogs. You can't use human logic to figure them out."

"But I can tell you very clearly. If they do something that goes against the bottom line, don't even think about me playing the game of order with them anymore."

"I got you!"

Gordon felt Martin's anger so strong that he said nothing more, and he had nothing to say.

"I will take care of everything here and wait for your orders at any time."

"Speed up the immigration process. The training in Gotham can be greatly shortened. It won't be too late to make up for the rest in the new city."

"We will expand the proportion of homeless people we recruit. No matter how bad a person is, I can invest resources to turn him or her into targeted talent. But loyalty, loyalty to our path, is hard to find and is the most precious thing."

After Martin finished speaking, he opened the sonic boom channel and walked in with Hoof Shadow.

Gordon sighed. He sensed the change in Martin's attitude from his different changes, but he had no intention of violating it.

Today's discovery even broke the bottom line of humanity. The people in Washington are really crazy to let such a thing spread.

PS: The second chapter is done, and it will still be 10,000 words tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)