[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

pain.

Injecting the Extremis virus is not a little bit painful as Bai Ke said—hell, this kind of pain is like being knocked off and reconnected. The pain is secondary, and the more unbearable is the fine tingling sensation Like ants crawling around.

It was as if the itching from the wound had been amplified countless times.

Jason felt like a grilled chicken strung on an iron skewer. Who would have thought that he would have to experience this feeling of being forced to renew himself twice in his life?

The last time it was Lazarus Pool, this time it was Extremis Virus. I have to say that the latter is more than [-] times better than the former.

Jason: "Hey, white canned food, I don't have the money to renew the subscription, so what are the trial packs of Extremis? Short-term beauty products?"

Anthony walked over and looked at Jason with satisfaction.

The attitude of the other party is really in line with his aesthetics.

——The black-haired young man is already very good-looking, with a narrow and short face, beautiful and deep outline, green eyes thicker than the most beautiful gems Anthony has ever seen, but too strong personal temperament will always Let people ignore his appearance.

But now he is hanging pitifully, his aura is close to nothing, his habitual talk has lost the sense of sophistication that he is familiar with, and he has become harsh and inwardly for no reason.

Anthony: "Honey, you're awesome - Friday, take him back."

Anthony: "And his cat."

The veins on Jason's forehead twitched, his expression slightly cracked.

Although his past is less interesting than that of Dick Grayson, it is clear how to flirt.

Anthony is not unfamiliar with this kind of operation.

Bruce has done this countless times to men and women he doesn't know. The king of Gotham will always come, flowers, beauties, alcohol——

Jason: "Your brain is broken? Can you be normal."

The overly handsome man took off his tie abruptly.

Jason: "?"

Anthony stepped forward, stretched out his hand, covered Jason's eyes with his tie, and tied a knot behind Jason's head leisurely.

Jason was slightly taken aback: "What are you doing?"

I don't know what kind of material the black tie is made of. It feels very light and thin, but in fact, I can't see anything, and my field of vision is pitch black.

Jason: ... confused.

Anthony raised his lips, and said in an ambiguous voice, "You will understand, little robin, Wayne has a really good eye..."

Bruce's voice was about to drop ice scum: 【I need an explanation. 】

Tony was heartbroken: [...Yeah, your fucking eyes are really good. 】

The symbiote on Jason's body quickly deformed, and separated a bunch of little black faces that were picked up from the ground, and then wrapped them together in the armor. The whole process was extremely fast. Jason only felt his body suddenly lose weight, and within a few seconds , and settled down again.

He moved his fingers and was about to pull the tie on his eyes subconsciously, but he was only free for a moment, and in the next second, he was thrown onto a damn soft chair.

Knees are tied together, hips are buckled, arms are trapped behind the waist.

Jason: "Tsk."

Bruce: "Meow meow meow meow!"

"Shh, it's okay." Jason smiled reassuringly at the source of the sound.

The cat stopped meowing.

He waited for a while, guessing about the same, and leaned back lazily: "Do you really think these things can trap me?"

no respond.

Jason: "Hello?"

Jason: "Tin cans?"

Still no one cares about him.

Jason regained his spirits all of a sudden. He folded himself with some difficulty, bit the end of the armed belt with his teeth, and slowly pulled out a small bracket.

He didn't know that the white God was sitting opposite him, admiring it leisurely.

This level of flexibility...

Anthony stroked his chin.

He watched Jason struggle slowly, and applauded Batman in his heart, which was really the limit of the human body.

Jason ripped off the damn tie roughly, and for a split second the light returned to his world.

Jason: "shit."

This is not light, it is simply a huge spotlight, directly baked into the bottom of his eyes, as far as the eyes can see, it is all cold silver gray, and the lights on the ceiling are suffocatingly bright.

He rubbed his eyes uncomfortably, and his fragile eyelids turned red.

The black-haired young man took a step forward, intending to find an exit, and glanced aside inadvertently——

The man smiled and tilted his head.

Jason's expression distorted for a moment: "When did you come here? Are you sick? Your brain was destroyed by the virus?"

Three souls.

He drew his gun angrily.

Bai Can didn't take anything from him, Iron Man's arrogance after changing mentality was unbelievable.

Jason: "I don't want to be a bad guest—"

He choked when he saw his hand holding the gun.

That hand was white and smooth, without any old scars, and all the calluses from grinding disappeared.

A terrible conjecture emerged.

He licked his lips, his face was blue and purple, and he was stiff: "Give me a mirror."

"Friday." The man snapped his fingers.

Jason couldn't care less about scolding Bai Can for being crazy in his heart. He stared blankly at the figure in front of him and touched his face.

The person in the mirror also touched his face.

Jason: The old man on the subway looks at his phone.jpg

If I'm guilty, the law will punish me, not—

"Great," he murmured. "Now I'm a bitch like Grayson, it's awesome—"

The system was also quite shocking, and it shivered uncontrollably.

System: [Sister stickers? 】

Jason: [...Damn it! 】

He was so angry that he almost didn't jump up. If eyes could kill, the white jar would probably have been broken ten thousand times by now, "Take out your damn virus for me."

The voice was almost squeezed out from between the teeth.

Anthony spread his hands: "Why?"

He swept Jason from head to toe in a vague way, and said slowly: "Oh, I thought I was pretty bad—"

"None of your business." Jason interrupted roughly with a cold face.

Anthony did not stop as he wished: "Is this the resilience brought to you by the Lazarus Pool? Look at you, smoking, drinking, drug abuse-ah, in fact, you hide very well, but I’ve tossed myself that way too.”

He sneered: "If you were an ordinary person, you should be lying on the hospital bed now."

The Bat family has always been very evil. He had only been in contact with Bruce Wayne before, and he was deeply impressed by the endurance of the Dark Knight, but this robin seemed to be trying to make himself die young.

Anthony: "I heard Batman is dead? Does your chief know how loyal his little soldiers are?"

Boom!

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet collided with Anthony's transparent graphene mask, bounced aside, and embedded itself in the floor.

Anthony chuckled: "Even if you blow up everything on your body, let alone my armor, you won't be able to blow up this basement."

Jason's face was quite ugly.

He didn't doubt that Anthony lied to him at all, because it was unnecessary-the composition of the symbiote armor was checked just after he was hoisted up, and the material analysis results showed that the hardness was higher than any element on earth.

In addition, no one knows if the Extremis virus has been tampered with. If you stay here, you may find the real Tony.

Jason closed his eyes briefly and forced a smirk.

Jason: "Okay, so what do you think of me? Just lock me up, you shouldn't be that bored?"

Anthony nodded: "It's boring."

He looked at Jason's indescribable expression, and laughed viciously: "It's just a joke."

The man took a few steps in the room and said casually, "Why don't we talk about your plan—the baby in pajamas is probably reunited with your Kryptonians, where are they?"

A blue holographic map appeared in the air. Anthony stretched out his hand and slid it casually. The building was enlarged, and the simulated person could be accurate to the face.

"52 Salmento, Bay Area."

Jason frowned.

Anthony has placed drones on every corner of San Francisco, and they've been doing their best to avoid them, but—

It's still hard to imagine that the iron man with a warm heart in the past has become such a ghost.

System: [Do you want to draw a card? 】

Jason paused: [Don't smoke for now, I haven't found Iron Man yet, so it's fine to stay here, so as not to have to work hard to sneak in in the future. 】

Thinking about it this way, he immediately calmed down a lot. Although planA is finished, planBCD...is still useless.

He stuffed the gun back into the gun belt and straightened his clothes: "Okay, you won, and this is my cell next?"

"It's okay." Jason looked around, pointing to the strong light source above his head: "Can you dim it a little, it's too inhuman."

Anthony raised an eyebrow: "If you like this place so much, of course."

"It's just that the original plan was to open the entire Stark Island to you."

Jason's expression became more and more subtle.

Anthony's words sound really sugardaddy, but no matter what, he shouldn't be in the opponent's strike zone with his appearance?

Jason smiled hypocritically, picked up the cat and rubbed it a few times, then turned around.

He dictated, "Why don't you take me out?"

"Of course." The man narrowed his brown eyes slightly, opened the door, and stood aside indulgently.

Jason took a few steps forward, and what he bumped into was an extravagant party. His face was covered in rock music, and people in swimsuits lined up to jump into the pool. He thought he was locked in the basement, but it turned out not to be? ?

Anthony waved his hand casually, and as a blue light gradually fell, the secret room was pasted with a protective color and integrated with the wall.

No one noticed anything unusual.

"Anthony!" A beautiful red-haired girl clung to the man's body like a cat, stroking the man's neckline with her slender fingers: "Where have you been?"

"Talk to my little robin." Anthony had an ambiguous smile on his lips, "Treat him well."

"Oh!" The woman's eyes lit up, and she put her arms around Jason's waist: "Come on, baby."

She was taller than Jason, kissed Jason's face easily, and half dragged him to the dance floor.

Jason was prepared to blend into this atmosphere at first, so he didn't dodge, but after being dragged a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He used a little bit of strength——by the standards of vigilantes like them, it should be easy to break free from the hands of an ordinary person.

In the end, not only did he not break free, but he was dragged to a stagger.

Jason: "?"

system:【……】

System: [Ah. 】