Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

[Mission - Battle of New York has been cleared, the overall score is perfect]

[Mission rewards - Stamina X100, Diamonds X100, Starlight Coins X100, Fourteen Color Dye X10 have been placed in the closet, please check them. ]

[Finally, welcome to New York, Chris. ]

No, thank you, this kind of welcome ceremony is not sensitive.

Unlucky enough to move to New York and ran into an alien invasion on the first day, Chris dodged and hid in the alley immediately after the mission was completed. He emptied his cloak with one click, and regained his original height refreshed. Body shape, I don't even bother to complain about the system's stinginess.

He still has a lot of things to do, and moving to another city always involves a lot of ups and downs, especially when he moves not only his home, but also his tea and spice shop.

It's just next door to Demer's Sandwich Shop in Queens, New York, and it's the busiest time when it's just started to decorate.

As for the ruined Manhattan neighborhood not far away, there are unsung heroines who were sacrificed by default?

The moment he got the task reward, he was completely left behind.

……

Even if the aliens invaded Manhattan and destroyed half of the block, life still had to go on as usual. Chris pressed the recruitment notice on the floor-to-ceiling window, taped it, and then ignored the phone in his pocket that had been vibrating crazily for several minutes. Very prescient, he took the phone away and connected it again, and after the storm on the other side finished venting, he slowly put the phone close to his ear, and said, "So?"

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the shelves that occupy the entire wall of the store. Near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are two small round tables and a single sofa. The fabric sofa looks very comfortable when it is warmed by the sun.

Chris nodded in satisfaction.

"What's the reason!" The voice on the phone still had a bit of roughness characteristic of the juvenile voice change period, "I mean! I'm going to Wayne Manor tonight!"

"Go back." Chris walked back to the store and pulled out the chair at the counter to sit in. He corrected him unhurriedly, "Mr. Bruce Wayne hasn't reported the severance of father-son relationship with you yet, Jason."

Jason Todd on the other side of the phone, that is, the Red Hood who had just come back from the dead and had a fight with Batman, snorted coldly, but his tone was a little softer, "I am—"

That's right, tonight was the first time he returned to Wayne Manor after he had a fight with Batman that left Gotham restless, and it was also the first time he returned to Wayne Manor after he "resurrected from the dead"—he I don't know if I should say I'm going back now, so I subconsciously call the only person I can consult at the moment.

Pull him back from the death line, and accompany him to go crazy in Gotham, even if you have to face Batman for this, even if you have to make an enemy of the entire Gotham underground world, you have no fear, just smile on his wound He poured a whole bottle of alcohol on him, and sewed an ugly bow on his wound without anesthesia.Even if he had to leave Gotham because of him, he would invite him to make a final fuss with the keys of the motorcycle before leaving, and regard the roar of explosions and chasing sirens as a farewell fireworks carnival.

Ah, there are also Bat lights that have turned into colorful neon lights and played rock and roll, and Batman's angry growl and growl.

Although he himself doesn't know what he wants to express to Chris now.

"Bring a bottle of red wine to that hard-working housekeeper, and then shut up and listen no matter what Mr. Wayne says." Chris's voice was low and smooth, and each sound rolled through his throat seemed to be somewhat soft. With a smile, "Since you want to reconcile with Mr. Wayne so much."

"Fuck you! I didn't!"

"Need I remind you why I moved from Gotham?" Chris' tone suddenly turned cold, "Mr. Jason Todd."

The other side was choked all of a sudden, and after a few seconds of self-conscious silence, a beeping busy tone came from the receiver.

Like running away.

Chris shook his head and smiled, but there was no anger on his face. He just raised his hand and poured the brewed tea into the cup, enjoying the quiet time on the last day before the opening with the morning sunshine in New York.

Finally, I don't have to be dragged by Jason every night to fight with people from all walks of life. I welcome the dawn with a whole body of blood. The morning soaked in the smell of tea and spices is as beautiful as a dream.

So, Gotham is really not a suitable city to live in. Chris doesn't mind leaving Gotham, but he doesn't mind being forced to move out of Gotham when Batman yells at him. The mouth cannon said that he surrendered obediently.

He clicked on the mission panel, and above the ongoing New York mission was the grayed-out Gotham mission.

[Faction Battle-Gotham-Red Hood Faction, Mission Judgment-Failed]

Although it was true that the mission suits for the faction battle had been obtained after spending a lot of materials, but just thinking about how close he was to winning once, he couldn't be happier.

Jingle bell--

A bell on the door rings to announce the arrival of guests.

Peter Parker opened the door cautiously, and a rich, soft and warm aroma rushed to his face.

It was an extremely complex smell, with the smell of spices and tea mixed together, creating a kind of atmosphere that made people feel limp and ecstatic, as if they had strayed into a wonderful kingdom in the Arabian Nights, shrouded in smoke Flickering in the dream-like fantasy.

He first saw the spice cabinets occupying the entire wall, then he saw the exquisite tea sets shining in the glass cabinets, and finally he saw King Shanruyal sitting on a high-footed swivel chair as if he was on a throne.

A certain kind of extremely strong sense of disobedience rushed over his face. Obviously the appearance of the young man in front of him was not very exotic, but he couldn't restrain himself from feeling a certain strong sense of disobedience. It felt like an elf walking The feeling of being in the mortal world, or an angel falling into the sky, and being out of tune with this world.

He couldn't help but began to wonder whether it was the right choice for him to rush in when he saw the recruitment notice.

"That..." Peter began to think about it, feeling that his tongue would start to tie up under the gaze of those light smoke gray eyes, "Is this place recruiting?"

He still wants to give it a try. This store is very close to his home and school, and it also accepts part-time jobs. The most important thing is that the hourly wages are extremely attractive-Peter is not a child of a rich family. It can even be said that the conditions at home are not very good. He has been thinking about finding a part-time job to subsidize his family, and this part-time job is like a pie falling from the sky in front of him.

He saw the young man on the opposite side smiled, "It's true that you are recruiting, you want to apply?"

The bloodless lips raised a slight arc politely, instantly diluting the sense of disobedience, and brought Peter back to reality from the far-fetched Arabian Nights. Be more capable, took a deep breath, nodded and replied: "Yes, I want to apply for this job, my name is Peter Parker, I am 16 years old, and I saw that you are looking for a part-time clerk, and I just need a job too. It’s a part-time job, so I can’t come every day, but I will work hard and will never cause you any trouble. I won’t be late and leave early, and I can work overtime if necessary, bu—”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,, as soon as he was nervous, his speech speed began uncontrollably.

"Breathe, breathe." Chris looked at the boy in front of him with a smile, his face turned red after he took a breath, and asked after seeing him recovering, "If you work here, you have to leave school at least three days a week. Come here and work at full time on weekends, are you sure it's okay?"

Peter immediately nodded and replied, "No problem!"

"The usual work will be more difficult, and some physical labor is required when purchasing goods..."

"No problem! Please leave it to me!"

"In terms of salary, can we follow the two-week and one-week deadline in the external recruitment notice?"

"It's absolutely fine, that salary is already very good!"

The young man looked at Chris with bright eyes full of longing, just like a little milk dog looking at the meaty bone in the owner's hand with bright eyes full of longing, which made people feel weak and couldn't bear to make things difficult for him, Chris shook Shaking his head and skipping the next few questions, "Go outside and tear up the recruitment notice."

Peter's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes with some trepidation and doubt to see Chris's expression.

Chris laughed: "I mean, you're accepted, Mr. Parker."

It took Peter Parker a few seconds to react, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably and he showed a big smile and jumped on the spot twice, "Great! I mean that, thank you very much! I will definitely work hard Don't worry!" the boy said happily like a puppy chasing its tail.

"Then, let me tell you about the work." Chris said, "If you have nothing to do next."

"No." Peter shook his head and said, "I can go to work anytime!"

"The official business will start tomorrow, Mr. Parker when you are busy." Chris said for a while, and then asked, "Can I call you Peter?"

"Of course." Peter agreed without hesitation, "I also think calling Peter would be closer. I can't quite understand if you call me Mr. Parker, but no one has ever called me that. It sounds real. It's kind of awkward."

"Chris Elf, you can also call me Chris." Chris smiled and listened to the young man whispering in his ear like a bird, but he didn't find it too annoying, "You are mainly responsible for the cash register. If there are customers If you drink tea in the store, you should also entertain, the tea leaves and tea sets are over there, and I will teach you how to use them later."

Peter looked at the exquisite tea sets in the glass cabinet and the various teas in the side cabinet that dazzled him, and looked at the spice cabinet behind Chris that occupied the entire wall, and nodded in awe.

……

After completing simple staff training for Peter and finalizing the last chores before the opening, the day went by. Chris sat by the window with the last apple in the refrigerator and watched how the last ray of daylight was swallowed up by night .

At about this time, it was time for the big and small bats in Wayne Manor to start having dinner together.

I don't know if they will fight.

Just as he was thinking about it, a few new messages popped up on the mission panel.

[I helped you monitor Wayne Manor, your Jason should be in need of help right now. ]

[Would you like to do a daily task by the way? ]

"It's not just psychological mediation," Chris said. "I don't want to hear any more complaints about whether Dad loves me or not."

[Gotham-Subline: Batman, who was once your enemy, was attacked by General Bane, and now he is seriously injured and his life is dying. Please choose a suitable costume to heal his pain. ]

Tsk, it seems that the bats' dinner party is quite intense.

After chewing the last few bites of the apple, Chris threw the core away, wiped his hands and dialed the phone.

"Did you have a nice family reunion, Jason?" he said as he pulled out the closet and looked through it slowly. "Or did you have a big fight with your beloved father and squat in the safe house and drink?"

"No." Jason clenched his fists anxiously, feeling out of breath, turned his head and walked out, "There was no quarrel."

"So why do you sound a little unhappy now?" Chris asked, "Has Mr. Wayne finally figured out that he is going to have another bird?"

"I said no!" Jason yelled, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Chris chuckled innocently, "Just trying to comfort my poor friend who is about to lose his beloved father."

Well, I found it.Chris clicked the icons in the closet to confirm the equipment, stood up and put on his coat.

"Given that the uninvited guests at Wayne Manor tonight are really not polite at all... I remember it was called, General Bane?"

"How do you know?!" Jason subconsciously turned his head to look at the brightly lit Wayne Mansion, and subconsciously stood in the dead corner of the surveillance.

"A small channel." Chris smiled, "Why do you always like to waste this life that I have worked so hard to save? Jason, I must take more care of it."

"So, do you want to ask me? You know I can save him." His tone seemed to be coaxing a child who was unwilling to take medicine, "Be nice and ask me, maybe you can be saved."

"Fuck!" Jason almost dropped his phone on the spot, gritted his teeth and remained silent for several seconds before taking a deep breath and opening his mouth, every sound seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Please..."

He heard Chris laugh a few times in a low and pleasant way, and then suddenly there was thunder and strong wind, getting louder and getting closer, and within a few breaths, he was so close at hand, he could already see a nightmare-like The black horse approached like a tornado and thunder, stepped on the strong wind and roared like thunder and fell down, and stepped on the ground like a struggle to create a deep hole.

The person who was talking to him in New York a few seconds ago reined in the horse, pulled the black horse up and roared angrily, and then calmed down reluctantly.

The ground part of the set is as fast as the wind [Yiqi Lingchen], the mount Chris likes to use very much, but he has a bad temper and always kicks him.

"You know I can't refuse you, Jason." Sitting on the horse, Chris smiled and watched Jason, whose hair was blown like a bird's nest, shaking his phone, "Stay on call at any time."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole?" Jason gritted his teeth while pinching his phone, "It's the fake one."

"Then have you ever heard the saying that birds of a feather flock together?" Chris raised the corners of his lips, "We are the best partners."

Turn the bat lights into carnival rock lights, hold a bottle of wine and blow up ten best partners in the underground black market overnight.

"I'm a bastard, and you are each other."

The author has something to say:

Remarks: [Jason Todd: Batman’s second-generation Robin, who was later killed by the Joker, came back to life as the Red Hood, and was once an enemy of Batman, but this article uses the design of the Arkham Knight version of the game Surely, Batman was misled by the clown into thinking that Jason was dead. In fact, Jason was hidden by the clown in the Arkham Asylum and tortured... How does it feel even more abusive? [Cover your face]