[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason: [What are you talking about. 】

The system hesitated to speak, and let out a strange-sounding gasp.

Jason:  …

Jason: [You say. 】

[I don't know what misunderstandings people in your family have about your own integrity. In fact, if chaos and evil can rank, excluding that heavy-tasting magician, your father, your brother... and you can continue to rank in the top three. 】

Jason changed the subject abruptly. When he heard the words of the system, he felt a mysterious guilt in his heart, but he couldn't believe it.

Can he actually compare with the two of them!

No... Strange, he doesn't even know who they are, why does he feel this way...

But he didn't bother to delve into it, just like subconsciously he didn't want to think about his family relationship, he just gave those two identities a vague attributive that he likes to mess around, and he didn't think about it anymore.

But he deduced from this that the guy in his head who claimed to be a system must know his past very well, but he didn't know why he showed an attitude of not wanting to mention it. When the past was blank, he still kept it. False peace as well.

"What am I going to do next?" he said to himself, "I need to fill my stomach."

The system spoke abruptly: [You have a bunch of baguettes in your safe room, I suggest you go back to the safe room to finish dealing with Thalia. 】

[Thalia? 】

The system didn't explain in detail, and Jason didn't force it. He patted his slightly dirty trouser legs, turned the blood-stained jacket over, and used it to pack dirty clothes. Fortunately, the jacket was made of leather. The lining is also clean enough.

He didn't want to throw the jacket away, decided to take it back to the safe house and wash it, maybe it could still be used again.

With the help of the system, he successfully found his own safe house. In this small apartment, everything was properly placed where it should be placed. There were a few potted flowers on the window sill. On the table was a basket of baguettes.

He was relieved.

This small apartment brought him an unparalleled sense of security and solidity. After entering the door, he carefully put the key on the shoe cabinet, and subconsciously said hello to the furniture in the room.

"Hello, bed."

system:【……】

Jason lowered his eyes and shuffled onto the bed, but before he could fall, a beautiful woman came out of the inner room.

She is really beautiful, with just the right curves in her jet-black hair, and her smooth, honey-colored skin glows mesmerizingly, but when you see this woman's eyes, those green eyes that are as sharp as blades will take everything away attention.

[She is Thalia...? 】

He suddenly understood why his past self made such an operation.

No one would refuse such a lady.

Neither can my dad!

He froze for a moment, and found that this father who couldn't remember who he was always messed up his mood. He quickly found a reasonable answer to this question.

cough……

After all, I was with my younger brother's mother...

"You're awake." Thalia said calmly, "I have to say this is indeed a miracle."

Jason laughed twice: "Crawled out of the grave, indeed."

"No." Thalia shook her head. She held Jason's face with a gentle force, staring at the same green eyes as hers, "I never thought you could wake up."

"So I can return you to your father."

"No!"

Jason blurted out, he didn't even need to think, he refused firmly, "I still have things to do."

Thalia narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking about something, Jason stared at him with a little tenderness, making his hair stand on end.

"I respect your choice." After a period of silence, Thalia said softly: "I found some teachers for you, and they can teach you a lot."

"But what you do with them is your freedom."

She smoothed the wrinkles on Jason's shoulders and turned her head: "Damian is very angry."

Jason moved back unobtrusively: "I have never seen a day when the devil bastard is not angry."

Thalia smiled lightly, she raised her hand and waved it, "I've got my father done, I hope you can too."

With a click, the door closed.

Jason sat down on the bed dejectedly, mechanically took a bite of the baguette, and swallowed, "Is there anything special about the teacher Talia hired?"

【Damian's teacher will be thrown to feed the fish after teaching him. 】

What kind of strange operation is this...

Isn't there a normal person around him?

Jason calmly classified himself into the normal category. He should have spent a happy night in bed when he was physically and mentally exhausted, but under an unknown drive, he thought I washed the jacket carefully and hung it on the balcony.

He suddenly remembered that the system had told him that he could draw one card a day.

【You have smoked today. 】

A very carelessly drawn card suddenly appeared in front of him, a red date was leaning against a huge baguette, and the expression of that red date was one of satisfaction and relaxation.

For some reason, Jason felt subtly offended.

The name of this card is also very long - [as many baguettes as someone's cereal. 】

someone?

He stared blankly at the word for a moment, then poked tentatively.

- Whoops.

The card twisted twice, shrunk into a ball and exploded, and a pile of baguettes fell from the void in a row, one after another, piled up on his neat and clean floor.

Jason: [...System, are you a little bit wrong? 】

System: [Didi - all cards are generated for a reason. 】

System: [This card does not have any negative effects, it belongs to——]

The sound of the system was suddenly cut off.

Jason waited for a few seconds with a pleasant face, and then heard the system say in an indescribable voice: [Sorry, it has no negative effects, but it has synchronous effects. 】

He waited for a few more seconds, seeing that the system hadn't responded, "So?"

……

Bludhaven.

Dick ended his night patrol as usual, humming a song and happily pushed open the door of the apartment. After some hard work, this low-key rich second generation paid off the mortgage by himself. This peaceful night should be celebrated with a bag of cereal——

He saw the most incredible scene in his life.

It's not that he's ignorant, whether it's alien rays or magic, as Nightwing, he hasn't seen any big storms——

But he had never seen this scene.

His cupboard containing various flavors of oatmeal was flushed open, and the scattered oatmeal piled up into a hill, and a bag of his favorite flavor trembled on the tip of the hill——

His first reaction was that his identity had been discovered, but no matter how many weird villains these days, they shouldn't break into his safe house and pour out all his cereal...

One cannot, at least one should not...

He touched his wallet and closed himself.

In New York, Jason calmly avoided the pursuit from behind. He should have expected it. What teacher could Talia introduce him to?

The teacher who taught him fighting was a human trafficker, and the teacher who taught him guns/guns wanted to poison him and her husband... Just now, he killed the teacher who taught him psychology, and he smuggled a large amount of arms.

He shot the man dead, picked out a few usable things from inside, and threw a lighter into the warehouse.

After a deafening explosion, he expertly sneaks through the New York night.

Jason: [System, can you tell me once, even just once - you are not a piece of trash. 】

System: [... May I ask if you want to draw a card. 】

shit.

Jason thought angrily, he had never seen such a stupid card drawing system, if he could use this card, it would definitely generate some messy negative effects, if there is no negative effect, then this card must be garbage Card.

The system justified: [That's because you didn't find the right person. 】

He clicked on the character card of a chasing soldier behind him, and the card was blank, not even a graffiti to make it work, just a few ugly words: [A cannon fodder. 】

Jason turned his head back calmly, aimed at the cannon fodder's brow and squeezed the trigger: "He's dead now."

The card jumped perfunctorily: [A dead cannon fodder. 】

……

fantastic.

After escaping for so long, he also discovered that something was wrong. An ordinary arms dealer should not have such great energy. The people chasing and killing him behind him were all well-trained mercenaries. The annoying part is their weapons.

These ordinary weapons have extraordinary lethality.

What's worse, in the process of evading, he seemed to run into a very troublesome place, but with more and more pursuers behind him, Jason had no choice but to grit his teeth, make a strong leap, and smashed a hole. He opened a window and hid in the heavily guarded building.

This is Jin Bing's territory. Jason estimated the number of guards and felt that he might have jumped into a bigger pit.

As soon as he landed, he quickly got into an air vent, and the next moment, dense footsteps sounded in this corridor.

He crawled forward, and the vent led directly into an open hall—

A very familiar red head!

Spider-Man was tied to a pillar, and next to him stood a few menacing men, who were especially pitiful against the backdrop. A little further away, Kim was organizing a deal.

Jason: [Really rich. 】

These gangsters don't know why they always prefer cash transactions. One after another, the silver boxes are opened, and there are colorful Franklins inside...

With a slight smile, the system suggested: [Would you like to take a look at Spiderman's character card, there should be many good passive skills...]

Jason sighed: [All right. 】

He pointed at the little spider vaguely - there are quite a lot of passive skills, some are gray and some are bright, but one skill is particularly eye-catching, and the font is also a circle larger than the others.

[Passive skill: Poverty. 】

Jason:  …

Are you serious?

The author has something to say:

It should be a daily update. Not surprisingly, it is updated every night at [-] o'clock. I saw a lot of familiar names in the comment area hehehe

Little Spider, the future president of Parker, said he was offended.