Martin Variety in American Comics

Mars Hunter had to admit that Martin's worries were reasonable.

Most of the officials in these third world countries had this plan. What they thought about every day was how to exchange their country's resources for US dollars and then send their families to the United States.

If the country can still be maintained, they will continue to make money; if an accident happens, they will take a plane to the United States and continue to live a rich life.

Since the Age of Exploration, the princes of the colonies have begun to do this, flattering the masters of the colonial countries and maintaining their status in their own countries.

Once a war breaks out, they will run away to the colonial countries and become second-class citizens.

After World War II, the original inefficient old colonial system was dismantled, and the Americans came up with a way of financial colonization.

Anyone in the third world can go to the United States to live a rich life and enjoy the life of a free American as long as they have US dollars in their hands.

But how to exchange things in the third world for US dollars depends on the face of the Americans.

Although the president signed a series of agreements with the Justice League, it did not prove anything, but he still refused to admit defeat in the face of artillery fire, which proved that he still had feelings for this land, or ambition.

Martin didn't care about the president's feelings for the country. As long as he could hold on and not leave easily, that was enough.

"It seems that my life has come to an end!"

The president was sitting in the air-raid shelter. The artillery fire outside was too fierce, shaking the top of the air-raid shelter to drop dirt.

He himself was a student from the United States. He wore a suit every day and was always neatly dressed.

But now, his tie was torn off by himself, and the suit was open. The white suit was covered with muddy yellow, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

After repelling the first round of charge, the president ordered everyone to hide in the air-raid shelter.

The third world countries fought wars, which were nothing more than three tricks. Especially the African countries were still relatively poor. They could not even maintain daily military training, so naturally they could not use any advanced tactics.

"I am the president. Anyway, I have lived a glorious life for a few years. It doesn't matter if I die here. It just makes you die with me in this place."

The president had a chance to run away, but he was unwilling to do so.

His family is good. His grandfather is a top businessman in his country. He is engaged in international trade business, which is actually selling local minerals cheaply to industrial countries.

When it comes to his father's generation, he started to sell cheap mining resources and process primary industrial products.

Such a transformation did not allow his family to accumulate more wealth, but it turned from an ordinary businessman into a local force that cannot be ignored.

When it came to the president's generation, he was sent to study in the United States at the age of 12. With the US dollar as a way out, he received elite education and seemed to be no different from Americans.

But although he is a black man, he is a black man from Africa, so his skin color not only did not bring him any privileges, but he suffered humiliation from local Americans.

From that day on, he decided to return to his country and let these Americans see his ability.

He had ideas and resources to implement his ideas. After returning to China, he began to engage in politics, using various tricks to ascend to the position of president and fight wits and courage with various forces.

After a few years, he felt that he was dozens of years older, but he did not gain any results.

At this time, the Justice League came to the desert, although those superhumans did not intend to directly influence the surrounding countries.

But the president still saw the hope of changing the situation. More importantly, he had no choice. If he didn't fight this time, he could only step down in disgrace and watch all his ambitions in this life being buried in the yellow sand.

Facts have proved that he made the right bet on the Justice League this time. Not only did he provide a lot of technology, but he was also willing to invest in building a lot of infrastructure and send people to work in the countryside.

"Even if I have another half a year, with the help of the Justice League, I will definitely make this country look different. But now, everything is empty."

The president sat on the ground dejectedly, looking at the pistol in his hand, and smiled bitterly. The black face made people feel abnormally pale.

"President, we haven't lost yet. The Justice League has invested a lot in us. They will never watch these investments go down the drain. They will definitely come to save us."

The guards trained by the president's family sat around him, holding his arms, fearing that he would not figure it out and do something stupid.

The president's troops are divided into two parts. One part is the guards trained by his family, who share the same interests and are absolutely loyal.

The other part is the mercenaries, who were the ones who were ready to move before.

The president spent a lot of money to hire these mercenaries, and there was no need to care about their lives.

But the president felt that he was on the road to death, so he dragged the mercenaries into the air-raid shelter from the artillery fire.

"They work for money, but now they have entered a situation where they have a life to make money but no life to spend. It would be abnormal if they didn't have any ideas."

These presidents were a little too calm and didn't take everything to heart: "But now there is a roar of artillery outside. Even if they want to kill me, it is impossible to use my head to exchange for a life."

"The rebels' shells don't know the difference between my head and other people's heads."

The mercenaries knew this better. Even if they cut off the president's head and escaped the bombardment of heavy artillery, they also escaped the siege of the soldiers.

The mercenaries wanted $1 million, and the soldiers outside wanted it even more.

To some extent, the rebels and the mercenaries were the real enemies, because both sides wanted the bounty, so they naturally had to kill all potential enemies.

So even if the mercenaries cut off the president's head now, they would be killed quietly by the soldiers below before they saw the leader of the rebels.

The mercenaries soon figured out this truth and fell into despair. They sat in the air-raid shelter, waiting for the soldiers to rush in and kill after the artillery fire ended.

This air-raid shelter only had the function of air defense. There was no escape tunnel underneath. Although a lot of food was stored, it would be consumed in a few days.

It was better to fight the enemy than to starve to death.

After thinking about it, the end of these people's death seemed to be certain. They sat on the ground decadently, listening to the sound of artillery fire outside, quietly waiting for death to come.

Slowly, the rumbling sound of the artillery outside the air-raid shelter began to weaken, and the dust that was shaken off the top became less and less.

Everyone became nervous, as if they heard the footsteps of death approaching.

Even the president, who felt that his life was over and wanted to die, subconsciously tightened his gun in his hand.

But one minute passed, and ten minutes passed.

The attack these people imagined did not come. The air-raid shelter they were in was not attacked at all, and no soldiers wanted to force an attack.

But the artillery sound that had subsided outside rang again, and it was even more violent than before.

"What happened outside?"

This doubt popped up in everyone's mind at the same time. The mercenaries huddled in the corner and were unwilling to go out and take risks.

Including several guards around them, they walked towards the door of the air-raid shelter with guns. They looked out through the periscope, but the mirrors on the ground were either blown up or covered with a layer of black charcoal ash, and they could not see anything.

There was no other way, they could only muster up their courage and climb up one level to a small compartment for observing the outside world. They worked hard to clean up the mud that blocked the pipes, and then saw a big knife falling directly and splitting the meat-like monster in half from the middle.

"Are we still on Earth?"

The guards rubbed their eyes, suspecting that they had stayed underground for too long and saw these messy things because of the lack of fresh air.

But when they looked out again, they not only saw the special blood flowing to the observation port, but also a robot taller than the building, waving and killing.

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"Crazy, crazy! There must be something wrong with our eyes and brains!"

Several guards hurriedly ran underground to report this puzzling fact.

At the same time, Martin waved the crescent-shaped knife in his hand, opening and closing it, drawing a knife light like the phases of the moon in the air, and splitting the bullets and shells that rushed towards him in half.

The rebel soldiers watched a huge robot fall from the sky, and they reacted in the same way as those who came out to investigate underground, thinking that they were hallucinating.

But when the cold blade passed in front of them, those large weapons that symbolized strength were as fragile as paper and were torn into pieces by the sword. The courage and greed in the hearts of those soldiers were replaced by fear, and they played the traditional art of the colonial army - running against the wind.

But their superiors were still here, so these soldiers just took a few steps back, trying to avoid the robot that looked terrifying.

"What the hell is this?"

The farthest place the old general had been in his life was the Middle East, so of course he couldn't understand what silicon-based life was.

But he firmly believed that no matter what kind of monsters and demons, they would not be able to withstand the bombardment of artillery fire, so he ordered his army to bring in more heavy artillery to blow the robot in front of him into pieces.

"There is no problem that heavy artillery can't solve. If there is, it proves that there are not enough heavy artillery!"

He said this to his subordinates with full confidence, firmly believing that once the large army arrived, they could solve the only accident today. Then, the world will return to what he knew.

"If you think so, I believe you and your army will suffer a great loss!"

The assassin who had remained silent all the time finally spoke, but the words he said were very harsh to the old general.

The general did not know what it meant to be respectful to the wise and humble. He said arrogantly: "If you don't know how to fight, please leave here. When everything is over, I will fulfill my promise."

The assassin did not leave. In order to prevent these people from being finished, he had to say something: "Maybe heavy artillery can solve all problems, but it takes time for your army to mobilize. With only these people and weapons, the robot can wipe out all enemies including you before the army arrives."

The old general looked at the robot standing on the ruins of the presidential palace. The light reflected by the long sword in the other's hand was so bright that even with a distance of hundreds of meters and a pair of sunglasses, it still stung his eyes and made him put down his pride.

"Maybe I should listen to your advice. What do you have in mind? Tell me now!"

The assassin did not answer. He just pressed a button that looked like there was no special, and then the land around the presidential palace began to move. A deformed monster rushed out of the ground, opened his mouth or waved his tentacles, rushed to stand on the big. Martin on the ground.

"Old sets of biological transformation weapons. Your technology and applications have not improved!"

Martin always pays attention to the surrounding situation. When these monsters are ten meters long, the mucus secreted on the body can corrode most of the inorganic objects, and each part of the body is a fatal weapon.

As a result, these monsters can walk through the ground silently, and find a deadly blow to the target.

However, after Martin became a locomotive family, the senses of the world were very different from the Earth people. Those self -proclaimed hidden hidden have actually been analyzed by him through data.

When monsters walking underground, even if the soil is corroded with mucus in advance, it is impossible to avoid contact with the surrounding bottom.

In this way, their actions were shocked, transmitted to the ground, and were captured by the sensor on Martin.

"The moon is cold as frost, the thunder is full of momentum!"

Martin grabbed the tail of the Yueyue knife and drew a big circle in the air. Where the blade passed, everything was broken.

The monsters rushed out of the ground felt the cold erosion, and then the cold light appeared and flashed. The tentacles on their bodies or how much the hands and feet came out were broken.

As long as these liquids are stained with these liquids, they are corroded to a stinky liquid when they board, and the ground is also corroded to large holes, but it does not cause any harm to Martin's body.

"Just use such a little trick, you want to win the people of the Justice Alliance. I think your level is just the same!"

Martin mocked these unreasonable monsters. The left hand of holding the knife was released, grabbing a monster with an horns on the head, the arm reversed, and the monster's head was directly pressed on the ground.

Immediately, the left arm was deformed into a barrel, and an energy beam was sprayed, and the head of the monster was directly blasted into fragments.

At the same time, his right hand holding a knife pierced forward, but when he was hard, his fingers were slightly loose, or the part of the knife handle slipped from the tail to the middle, turned the long handle and large knife into a short knife, and pierced the in front of the eyes. There are only black bear -like chins.

Our salary did not report the purple liquid. Martin, which flowed out of the wound, did not leave his hand. The hand of holding the handle tightly turned, and the blade piercing the opponent's head directly crushed the brain, but stuck the bones, but the bones were stuck in the bones. Essence

The monsters on both sides grabbed this opportunity, and Zhang Kaoba's big mouth rushed to him, as if to chew Martin and swallowed it into his stomach.

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