[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

The most difficult thing about the Rhinoceros lies in his alloy-like skin.

It wasn't technically his skin, but a layer of polymer attached to his skin.The polymer body can withstand high temperature and severe cold, making it invulnerable.Jason's several fire. arrows. shot down just now, and the polymer body just turned a little black.The rhino roared loudly, and it seemed that he was not hurt at all.

"I think we should outsmart," Jason said, leaping and leaping like a real cat, stepping on the crumbling outer scaffolding of the construction site.

There used to be four or five buildings here, but now three of them have been knocked down by the head hammer of the Rhinoceros.The whole construction site was billowing with smoke and dust, which made people only vaguely aware of it.

Red Robin stepped on the scaffolding outside another building, "If you want to go over and have a friendly arm-wrestle with him, I won't stop you, Your Highness."

Rhino charged on Peter, and Peter's silk caught him just in time to brush past the terrible horn.He let go of his arms and rolled over in the air, shooting out spider webs from both wrists at the same time, sticking to both sides of Rhino's body.

About 20 tons of arm strength grabbed the spider silk, Peter put his feet on the ground, gritted his teeth and pulled back.And the rhinoceros were also using brute force to break free, and this contest of strength left cracks under their feet.

Peter's face was grim because of the exertion, and he said every word, "Please! Guys! Stop bickering! Help!"

"Actually, I'm already helping." Jason said, snapping his fingers.

The smoke and dust all over the field gradually dispersed, revealing several small discs under Rhino's feet.The part of Peter's hood that symbolizes the eyes began to grow bigger and smaller with his expression, "Do I need to let go?"

The high-voltage current was released from the disk, the blue-violet thunder light danced, and the thunder snakes snarled on the rhinoceros man's polymer skin, forming a terrible cage.

Electric currents flowed through every corner of the body, and the Rhino Man's movements became slow to the point of being visible to the naked eye.Peter let out a "wow", "It seems that there is no need to let go."

At the same time, a dark shadow descended from the sky.Peter let go of the spider web, rolled and escaped from the shadows on the spot.

The heavy container on the construction site wobbled and fell from the hook, overwhelming the Rhino Man, and the ground seemed to shake with a "bang" in an instant.Peter turned his head to look, only to find that Red Robin had sat in the driver's seat of the crane at some point, and was steadily manipulating the hook to lift another container.

Peter wanted to know why he was driving a crane, but he was afraid to ask.

"Hey!" He waved to Timothy, signaling him to stop the hook at a high enough distance.

As soon as the spider silk got sticky, Peter stepped on the hook.The spider web ejectors fired non-stop, wrapping the rhino who barely escaped the wreckage of the container into a fat white cocoon.The other end of the spider silk was stuck to the hook, and the Rhinoceros was hung upside down, leaving only one head exposed.

Peter clapped his hands, "Okay guys, how about the privilege seats?"

Amidst the rhinoceros' inaudible curses, Timothy jumped down and landed next to Peter, operating the laptop computer on the gauntlet, "I have notified the New York Police Department, and they will come and escort him to jail later. By the way, the hostage is also drinking tea at the police station, you can rest assured of her safety."

He looked at Peter meaningfully, "His nephew personally went to the New York Police Department to call the police while you were fighting, and Kim will receive the news."

"Thank you," Peter's expression changed under the mask for a while, and finally he scratched his head and reached out to Timothy, "I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Spider-Man."

Timothy smiled and held his hand back, "Red Robin, you should know that I am a member of the bat."

Peter looked around, "Where's the cat man, why didn't I see him?"

"Run away." Timothy said calmly, with a hint of interest in his tone that made Peter sweat down his back, "But it doesn't matter, I will catch him sooner or later."

Timothy's smile was full of blackness, "Next time I will remember to fasten the collar tightly for him."

Jason stood in the alley and looked back. From this position, he could faintly see the top of the crane on the construction site.He raised his eyebrows, took off his motorcycle jacket at the end of an unnoticed alley, stuffed it into a plastic bag, and then stuffed the plastic bag into the trash can.

He put on the red hoodie he just bought from the supermarket on top of his tight uniform jacket, and directly tore off the tag on the hoodie with his hands.The mission was judged complete, and the triangular cat ears and tail on his head disappeared together.Jason took out the solvent in his pocket, and assisted in taking off the domino mask on his face, revealing a young and handsome face.

He put on his hood, and walked out with his purse in both hands.People came and went on the streets of New York, Jason easily blended into the crowd like a drop of water and disappeared.

A cat jumped into the trash can after he was gone and ripped open the plastic bag.Cat stepped on for a while, satisfied with the warm biker jacket inside.It struggled to pick up the uniform, dragged and dragged it back to its den, and rolled it into a warm bedding.

The little orange cat was circling anxiously in the hotel room.The door opened, and Timothy, dressed like a normal person, walked in, "Well, it looks like you were dropped by the irresponsible prince."

He sat next to the little orange cat and rubbed the cat's head, "Spider-Man's problem has been solved. Please take you as a hostage and replace your brother as a guest on Titan."

The little orange cat stepped on his knee and meowed twice.

Timothy, who couldn't understand what it said, smiled, put the cat ball into his clothes, and said to himself while walking, "At least we can't let Bart know that we don't have any cats."

The little orange cat tilted its head in doubt, "Meow?"

***

It might be a bad idea to have cats on a teenage superhero base, but Blake's popularity on the Teen Titans has made him a well-deserved pop star.

Yes, although Black is called Black, it is indeed an orange cat.The reason for this name is that Timothy told Bart that they were going to have a black cat (blackcat), and when Bart sprinted over with great interest to complete his grandfather Barry's training task, he saw it lying on Connor's lap A little orange cat eating dried fish.

Bart: "Uh, wait, I mean, wait, isn't it black cat?"

Timothy sat on the sofa and read the "Gotham Daily" with a cup of fragrant coffee in front of him. "It is indeed a black cat," Timothy smiled, "its name is Black."

Bart stared at Timothy suspiciously, "I don't feel right, Ronaldinho."

Connor chimed in with Timothy, "Don't you like it?"

A vague shadow rolled over, and when they opened their eyes again, Bart had already held up Black and started kissing the cat's face frantically, "We have a cat, yay!"

Connor sat next to Timothy and lowered his voice so that Bart could not hear, "You really don't want my help?"

"No," Timothy turned a page calmly, "this is a contest between me and him, and I will win."

"Okay." Connor shrugged, "Instead of him, I hope that the time you meet next time can be delayed."

Peter, the popular superhero Spider-Man active in New York.Today I was invited to be a guest at the Titan Tower in San Francisco.

Although it's not that he hasn't met other superheroes, and it's not that he hasn't been in the Avengers' headquarters.However, this is different, the members of the Avengers are not as old as him, and it is the first time for him to meet a group of young Superheroes!

It felt a bit like a normal get-together between pals, where everyone ate, drank, had fun, and did anything but save the world.The only difference is that they no longer have to be careful to hide their superpowers.

Red Robin and Superboy, who cleaned up Rhino last time, took him into the Titan Tower.

"Cool, buddy." Peter looked at the interior of the Titan Tower, "I feel that your place is not bad at all compared to the Avengers' base."

The leisure area is full of people lying all over the place. The young heroes don’t care about their own image at all. They lie lazily on the carpet and pillows as soft as clouds, playing games with controllers, or gorging on fried food barrels.

The moment Peter stepped in, a small orange ball poked its head out from the layers of pillows. Seeing Peter's eyes lit up, it rushed over like a small orange whirlwind, grabbed Peter's calf and meowed.

Connor introduced Maomao to Peter, "This is Blake, our little star."

Peter squatted down, and Blake made an inch of it, climbing up his arm and hanging it in a single strand over Peter's shoulders.Peter protected the cat with one hand, "I think it looks familiar, have I seen you, little star?"

"If you're going to mention 'the cat that doesn't behave,'" Timothy said, "you did see them, and they acted together for a while."

"Then I remembered," Peter scratched the cat's chin, and Blake purred comfortably on his shoulder, "You invited me to dinner." But he didn't finish a bite of that meal.

When it came to eating, Blake's cat eyes widened. It twisted from Peter's shoulders and meowed at Peter to beckon him to follow.

Peter glanced at Timothy and Connor, Timothy smiled and said nothing, Connor let him helplessly.Peter followed the steps of the little orange cat, "Okay, let me see what's there."

The orange cat dumpling led Peter to the dining table. It had a small bowl on the dining table, and there was a steaming boiled chicken leg in it.Because it is for cats, no seasoning is added.

Blake squatted beside him reservedly, pushing his small rice bowl towards Peter.

Peter doesn't speak cat language, and has no special ability to communicate with animals, but he swears he understands what's written in Black's eyes.

It said: "Please eat."

Peter: "..."

He looked at the white chicken legs silently, without any desire to eat.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to grab Maomao's lunch." Peter politely refused.

Black tilted his head, walked around the rice bowl twice, and pushed the rice bowl towards Peter again, "Meow."

The little orange cat had round, golden-green cat eyes. Peter looked down at it, and suddenly saw a familiar look on the fat kitten's face.

It was an evening after the heroism in New York, and the young Spider-Man was squatting on the roof of a certain building.The floor is not high, just enough to see the city rails in the distance.

Peter took off the hood, revealing his bruised and swollen face. He hissed and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.There was also a large area of ​​abrasions on the chest, and the turned out flesh stuck to the uniform, which was painful and numb.

He didn't have the guts to go home, he was afraid that Aunt Mei would see him in such a miserable state.Aunt Mei has lost Uncle Ben, and he doesn't want to worry Aunt Mei anymore.

He dug out the cheapest temporary sandwiches in the store from his schoolbag. His money and the previous schoolbag disappeared in a certain operation, and now he can only eat temporary food miserably.

He had just peeled off the plastic wrapping and was about to take a bite when a thin meow caught his attention.

Holding the sandwich, Peter took a few steps cautiously, and saw a pair of golden-green round cat eyes in the gap of the water pipe.

The kitten let out a trembling cry, "Meow."

Peter half-kneeled on the ground, trying to reach in, the kitten saw him stretching out his hand, and hid deeper in fright.

"OKOK, I'll stop here." Peter withdrew his hand, and he caught a glimpse of a kitten between the water pipes, a small and thin cat with dirty and knotted fur.

It looked so thin that you could see the bones through the short hair.Peter tore off a small piece of his own sandwich, put it on the ground, and backed away slowly under the kitten's gaze.

He sat back on the roof, with his legs dangling in the air, biting into half a sandwich.

The taste is okay, not unpalatable.

He glanced back halfway, and found that the kitten had already got out, eating hard in front of the small half of the sandwich.It turned out to be an orange cat.

Peter looked away and finished his portion.He patted the bread crumbs off his uniform, and another small group rushed up and nested half a meter away from Peter.

"It's a nice day today," Peter said to the cat. "I saved New York again today, and feel like I can add a strip of bacon to my sandwich next time."

The little orange cat responded carefully, "Meow."

Seeing it laying there obediently, Peter boldly hugged it to his lap, licking the dumpling through the uniform while thinking.

"Aunt Mei called me just now. I told her that I have a project at school tonight and I will go back later. God, I still don't know how to explain my injury to her. The excuse of wrestling has been used last time , I said it last time during the fight."

"I don't really want to lie to her, I just, I just don't want her to worry. It's impossible for me not to be Spider-Man, who gave me this ability. Without Spider-Man, who is still a good neighbor to the citizens of New York."

"...but being a hero is really tiring." Peter hugged the cat, his eyes emptied to the bottom of New York, which was full of traffic and people, "I have saved up bacon for sandwiches many times. It's a bacon sandwich."

The kitten meowed softly, as if to comfort him.

Peter sighed, and put a smile on his swollen and terrible face, "Forget it, if someone invites Spider-Man to dinner someday, my work will not be considered in vain."

"However," he pondered, "this request is quite difficult."

Peter smirked, "Who would buy a vigilante to dinner, and no one begged us to be superheroes."

His legs were dangling in the air, "I treat myself to an impromptu sandwich, and give it to the kitty, woohoo."

The sunset brought the warmth of the last heat of the day, bringing the appropriate temperature to New Yorkers, vigilantes and stray cats without discrimination.The golden light is divided by multiple building shadows, and because of the refraction of the glass walls of the building, New York is turned into a maze of light.

Spiderman hugged a cat and hummed on the edge of a certain rooftop in the city. He knew that today's battle was over, but he also knew that today would not be his last day of fighting.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.The day he retires from being Spider-Man is either the day the evil disappears or the day Peter Parker disappears.

"Meow?" Black stretched out his meat pad and pushed Peter tentatively.

Only then did Peter come to his senses. He pinched the cat's paw and said with a smile, "It turned out to be you, little guy."

He picked up the tasteless and slightly fishy chicken leg under Blake's expectant eyes, "Although it's not that delicious to human taste."

Peter took a bite and swallowed without savoring.The white-boiled chicken legs were swallowed into his stomach, and Peter gave Black a silly smile, "But thank you for inviting Spider-Man to dinner."