[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Spider-Man was so shocked by the screams of one person and one cat that he was speechless for several seconds.

He looked at the angry man and the cat, and pressed his face, "I'll stop them, you guys hide here."

After speaking, he stretched out his left arm, and the spider silk spray stuck to the wall of the building next door.The red and blue shadows turned their hands over the roof and fell freely.Jason popped half his head out, only to see the spider web grabbing Spider-Man's body, and the young hero swung around at high speed in the air, deftly dodging the killer's bullet.

The spider silk retracted, and he landed lightly on the outer wall of the glass building, as if his body was weightless.He is like a real spider, easily crawling along the outer wall of the building.He was one of the few men Jason saw who could never fall as Nightwing.

Spiderman was making a surprise attack in the killer's direction, and the killer on the rooftop of the opposite building also retracted his gun, turned around and ran away.Spider-Man braced himself against the edge of the roof, and he entered the chase.Only the endless gunshots and the water tower that was stuck and beaten by spider silk can prove that they are still fighting.

Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, and with sharp eyes, he noticed a subtle crosslight flashing from the taller building.

"There's more than one killer!" Knowing that Spider-Man might not be able to hear him, he still blurted out.

The little orange cat stared wide-eyed in his arms, its body stiffened with fear.Ordinary kittens rarely see such dangerous scenes.

If Spider-Man has a spider sense, it doesn't seem surprising that he has a cat sense.

"Someone came up to find us!" The cat's meow was hoarse because of nervousness.

Jason also noticed that after becoming a cat boy, not only did he have the characteristics of a cat.His senses and physical qualities are closer to cats than to humans.Perhaps Catwoman would envy him for this?

The cat's ears nestled in the motorcycle helmet trembled, and Jason stuffed the little orange cat into the deepest part of his clothes and rolled over on the spot.Bullets hit his feet, and one grazed his motorcycle helmet, following his tumbling path in hot pursuit.

After Jason rolled into the water tower, he borrowed a huge metal barrel to block the killer's attack.The shock of the bullet hitting the helmet caused double images in his vision for a short time, and he closed his eyes.

The killer clenched the gun in his hand, and walked steadily to the back of the water tower.The gun pointed at the water tower, and the killer's pupils shrank.

There is no one behind the water tower!

The young man wearing a motorcycle helmet turned up the water tower dexterously at some point, his steps were as light as a cat.He looked down at the killer below, and stepped on his shoulder from the sky.

The 180-pound weight was slammed onto the killer, forcing him to his knees.He shot upwards with quick reflexes.

Jason clamped his head and swung his waist to the side.The man who was taller than Jason was thrown straight away, hitting his head hard on the water tower.

Jason doesn't take the agility route, the kid from the slums prefers to use rough methods to show his strength.But when he turned into a cat, he obviously felt that his balance ability had increased to an unreasonable level.

He hugged the little orange cat and fell to the ground silently. At the same time, the second killer also entered the roof from the stairs and shot at Jason indiscriminately.

Jason is sure that he has no enemies in New York, maybe the second-generation Robin has, but Jason who has just crawled back from hell definitely has no enemies, unless the clown moves.

Jason took off facing the bullet. He didn't know if his legs had also undergone structural changes, making it easier to exert force.After a simple jump, he jumped up to a full two meters, and under the killer's unbelievable eyes, he kicked his chest, using him as a human cushion to relieve pressure.

The little orange cat sighed under the clothes, "So handsome!"

"But your favorite is still Spider-Man."

Spider-Man himself is also entangled with the killer, and he will not be able to save them for a while.Jason didn't carry many small props, he only hid a saber and a few darts inside his clothes.

The people who hunted down Spider-Man may have seen him sharing dinner with Spider-Man and misjudged his importance to Spider-Man.There were more than two killers who came to attack them.

Jason stepped on the fainted killer and broke into the stairs. From the gap in the stairs, gunmen could be seen emerging from downstairs.

It's bad news that he didn't have a shackle gun today.

Jason tightened the zipper to make sure the little orange cat wouldn't get thrown out. "The Cat is about to depart, are you ready?"

Without waiting for the little orange cat to meow, he stepped on the handrail and jumped off!

The howling wind blew away his windbreaker from below, revealing a fluffy cat tail.

Three darts flew out of his hand, blocking the killer's muzzle like eyes.The barrel exploded and split, wounding their own hands.

Jason stepped on the handrail with one foot, jumped forward lightly to the ground, grasped the killer's shoulders with both hands, and hit his waist three times with his knees in the blink of an eye, turning the killer into a bowed shrimp.

In an instant, he went down from the 33rd floor to the [-]th floor, but there were still miscellaneous fish rushing upstairs.

Jason stepped on the killer's gun with his toe, raised it, and the gun fell into his hand, as familiar as if it should have grown in his body.

He fired as he hurried down, each round being sent where it was most needed.Killers along the way fell with every shot.

Going down to the thirteenth floor, Jason saw only the last three killers in front of him.He squeezed the trigger, only to hear a hollow click.

Out of bullets.

The gun, which had run out of ammunition, came out and hit the forehead of the first killer.The opponent's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes, he saw only the fist that occupied most of his field of vision.

Jason took out the small knife in his arms, tilted his head to avoid the bullet behind him, the tip of the knife deflected, and pierced through the gap between his waist and elbow, and heard a scream as he wished.

The last one left.

The last killer was obviously panicked. He thought that the person who had dinner with Spiderman was just an ordinary citizen, and his identity was verified as a country bumpkin visiting New York.Who would have thought that it was such a killing god?

Jason, who still didn't know that the fake identity caused him trouble, took a step towards him. The killer could only pull the trigger desperately out of panic, causing the bullets to bounce around in the small space.

The reaction nerves of cats are different from those of humans. There is a saying that the reaction speed of cats is seven times that of snakes.

In Jason's eyes, every movement of the killer was too slow, too slow.He could clearly see the dust across his cheeks, he could hear the other person's heavy breathing, he could smell the foul smell of sweat, and the smell of fear.

He took off the motorcycle helmet with the cat ears attached to his head, and slammed it on the killer's head like a bowling ball.

The other party fell to the ground in response, and the edge of the motorcycle helmet had an obvious white mark because it was grazed by the bullet.

He clamped the helmet by his waist, smoothed the fur on his ears, and walked out through the fire exit on the 21th floor. The tragedy that reached the [-]st floor was blocked by a thick wooden door.

Jason walked to the elevator calmly with a pair of cat ears on his head.The twelfth floor of this building is a commercial area, where many young people enjoy shopping and dining.

The little orange cat got out of his clothes, jumped into the motorcycle helmet and meowed.

The black-haired young man wore a pair of fluffy cat ears, and the thin and slim windbreaker could not cover the hidden muscles underneath.He was holding a worn-out red motorcycle helmet, and the little orange cat inside stood up his ears, observing the surroundings cleverly.

This scene attracted the suppressed screams of excitement from several little girls around.

"Look at that cat! Its owner is wearing the same cat ears!"

"I'm literally choking on their cuteness!"

"Thank you," Jason passed the motorcycle helmet forward, and brought the little orange cat under their noses. "Do you want to pet it?"

The little orange cat meowed, "What are you doing, don't use me to divert other people's attention!"

To complete the task can only wait until the next time, at least his locomotive is still waiting to go home with him.

Jason came to the alley where the locomotive was parked from the side door of the building, and turned the accelerator of the locomotive.There is a touch of subtlety.

Jason squatted down to check, and found a tiny positioning on the motorcycle tire, which doubled as a wiretapping function.

This was absolutely not there when he first got the car!

The shadow covered his body, and there was a person standing in the alley behind him.

Jason subconsciously turned the accelerator to the end, but the light on the dial of the motorcycle flickered twice and then went out.Apparently, during the time he was away from the little baby, it had been tampered with a lot.

Fuck. He. Damn the devil whispered, "I think the cat ran away from home, and it still needs to explain to the owner, what do you think?"

Jason:! ! !

The little orange cat was not so terrified when it encountered a killer with Jason, "Red Robin, ahhhhh, it's Red Robin, why is he here!!!"

The sound of the devil's footsteps seemed to step on Jason's heart step by step, and he quickly thought of a solution in his mind.

Timothy got closer to him, and when he reached a distance where he could attack, retreat and defend, Jason flicked the little orange cat to the boy's face, stepped on the wall with his left and right feet, and hooked the wall with his right hand.

The little orange cat that was sold: "Meow meow?!"

Are you crumbs? !

Timothy caught the little orange cat, put the cat on the locomotive, sprayed the claws of the hook gun, and the claws clasped Jason's ankles, pulling him off the wall.

A long stick was pressed against the wall by Jason's ear, and Timothy's gentle words were accompanied by the gaze of the abyss demon, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Jason turned around and punched, just like when he was a cat, the unknown force made his fist barely stop on the tip of Timothy's nose.

Best! ! !

I kill you! ! !

Timothy looked at him with a smile, that smile seemed to say: Say it, say it, I will listen to your arguments.

Jason was expressionless, and the little orange cat on the motorcycle meowed angrily, "You even sell cats, you are shameless!"

"..." Jason said calmly, "Actually, I'm the prince of the cat kingdom, and this time I came to experience in the human world."

Timothy's smile crumbled subtly, "Say, keep talking."

Jason continued to make up. "Look, I have cat ears and a tail, and that's the proof."

Timothy smiled, "Go on."

"It's like this, as long as you put 100 million in my account, let me raise money to go back to the cat kingdom," Jason said seriously, "when I go back, I will make you the Minister of Defense of the cat kingdom."

"...Your cat country," Timothy said, "is it a monarchy or a republic?"

Jason: "Actually, a constitutional monarchy."