Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

"I really wish we could have a different work environment."

"No way, who told me to avoid my father, you have to hide it from Iron Man."

"Ummm...so what was the leading economic occupation in colonial America?"

"What? Hey, are you really going to study history in a place like this?"

Moses crawled on top of the New York sewers.Conner flew beside him, and there was a continuous flow of muddy liquid under their feet.

"You suggested me to memorize it while walking. But you're right, I feel like the note in my hand is green now, and the smell must have made me faint. Why don't other superheroes ever have to go Sewers? Wonder Woman doesn't have one, and neither does Hulk."

Connor pinched his nose and said softly, "But I guess Batman must have passed by."

Moses: "Batman's visor has a gas filter."

"how do you know?"

"What he said is true." A third voice sounded from the sewer without warning, "I've worn it before, and after wearing it, it's almost as if I didn't have a nose."

Moses: "..." I suspect you're implying that Batman is roughly equal to Voldemort and I have proof.

The sound appeared so suddenly that both Connor and Moses were taken aback.

Moses' gloved hand pressed an unknown sticky semi-solid against the wall—hopefully mud—weakened and almost fell into the sewage.Connor raised his head abruptly, hitting his forehead on the stone.

Superboy himself is fine, but the wall of the sewer is cracked.

In a panic, Connor tried to slap back the rubble he had knocked down, and said angrily, "Damian!! Can't you say hello before you speak?"

"I'm just curious about what you two want to do." The voice of the boy on the opposite side was much more immature than Connor's, "Besides, the communicator handed to you when we met last time was supposed to be used when needed, and your psychological quality is too poor .”

Superboy rolled his eyes and mouthed to Moses: Brat.

Then he snorted, "We met because my dad was going to find Batman, and they're friends, you and I aren't. Whatever we're going to do has nothing to do with you, you're in Gotham, you're not in New York. "

"But I'm in the Batcave." When Damian spoke, Moses could imagine him swaggering in his computer chair, "You're hiding from Super..."

Connor: "Don't call him by his name!"

"...Going to New York without telling your dad! Is this the head office?" Damian said, "The person next to you is Spider-Man, and you plan to cooperate to find the lair of the lizard people and kill him? Let me see, oh Spencer, aha, take the second right ahead."

Connor turned to look at Moses: "Is he right?"

"Yes." Moses felt a headache. He would rather face the sewer gas or a hundred history exams alone. "Among the first thirteen colonies in North America, which one was not established for religious or economic reasons?"

Damian answered quickly, "Pennsylvania."

Connor hesitated: "...I just haven't learned this yet."

While talking, they finally came directly below Osborne.Connor flew to the vent and unscrewed the metal railing and put it aside, whispering, "Professor Lizard has been taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D. We are now in his laboratory. Their equipment doesn't seem to be as advanced as that of Lex's." .”

"There are not many people in this world who are richer and more powerful than Luther, and this is not Osborne's main project."

Moses looked around in the room that no one had visited for a long time after the blockade, walked to the desk, and took out a notebook from the drawer: "The police haven't had time to collect evidence, this is Professor Lizard's draft. His experiment report must have been taken away by the project leader, but this thing was left as waste paper."

The notebook is full of scribbles and illogical entries, no wonder others find it useless.

Moses roughly flipped through the pages, and stopped on a certain page.

Connor walked to the window of the office and peeked out, and was surprised by the heavily armed police force below.

"Wow. Did Norman Osborn raise an army at the factory?"

Damian said: "Then he must have done something good."

"Damian is right. Connor, come and look at this." Moses picked up the notebook and unfolded the page he was looking at to Superboy. "The sketch on it should be Professor Lizard's wife. Below is The professor accused the cooperative company of having unrealistic delusions about their products. He believed that the products they wanted could never be actually produced... Oh! Look at the logo here, sure enough, Osbourne is working with Future Pharmaceuticals cooperate."

Connor asked, "You already knew about this?"

"I've done some research, but I don't know enough." Spider-Man put down his notebook and continued to search in the room. "Actually, if you are patient enough, you can get a lot of information by flipping through the newspapers. What people have done It can never be fully covered."

"Wait, it's dangerous."

Connor reminded at the same time: "Someone is coming!"

Moses raised his hand, pulled the spider's thread, jumped up and lay down on the iron door of the office, while Connor stepped back into the ventilation duct, and pushed back the slightly twisted metal railing.

The two people who walked in found nothing.

They are Osborne's guards.

"Did you see a flash of light here?" The man holding the gun swaggered open the door, "This place has been vacated by the boss a long time ago, who else will come back?"

"I don't know." The colleague behind him held an electric shock baton in his hand, "Just in case, come and take a look. If something really happens, we will have to walk around."

Moses winked at the backs of their heads, and crept forward silently along the ceiling.

In the ventilation duct, Connor's pupils shrank, and he danced and gestured to Moses to look in the direction of the desk—they forgot to put Professor Lizard's notebook back just now!

Moses nodded at him.

Behind the railing, Superboy wrinkled his cheeks and pointed his hand in the direction of the doorknob.This is where he differs from Superman in that he can fetch objects from short distances.The door of the office opened slowly with a click under the influence of his power, and the two guards turned around immediately: "Who?!"

Just then a spider's thread stuck to the notebook and brought it into Moses' arms.

The gate slowly turned about thirty degrees and then stopped.

"No one, maybe we didn't lock it tightly just now, and we were blown by the wind." The guard with the electric shock baton said.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief.

The guard with the gun frowned: "Wait, why do I feel that something is wrong?"

With a slight hunched waist, he walked vigilantly to the office window and opened the curtains.The transparent glass is firmly covered, and there is still a net of dust on it.

"Where did the wind come from?"

He raised his head subconsciously and looked up.The guard with the baton bent down and touched the railing of the vent in confusion, muttering, "Is this thing designed to look crooked on purpose? Why don't I remember it?"

The former happened to meet the red head and black eyes.

"Hi, good afternoon." The man on the ceiling said to him.

Then a hard kick hit the guard in the back of the head.

"Good night. Work hard, go to bed early."

At the same time, Connor lifted the railing and slapped another guard on the face: "If you think it looks good, I'll print one on you too."

It can be said that their actions to deal with the enemy were crisp and neat, but the huge siren still sounded. Rao Moses used spider silk to seal the sounding machine in time, and the news was still passed on.

"Oops, they have pulse monitoring devices on them, and they will automatically call the police if they lose consciousness. We have to get out of here quickly."

The spider sensor has begun to send out prompts frantically.

"I can bet ten Martha's apple pies," Connor said hastily, "This biopharmaceutical company was never built to treat colds and fevers. Go back or go through the sewer? Wait a minute, no, there are voices in the sewer!"

"Who would be as upset as the two of us? Forget it, if we can't go back the way we came, we'll go up... ah oh." Moses staggered when he jumped out and was forced to stop on the window sill, "This way doesn't work , is a combat helicopter, God, today may not be suitable for going out."

After opening the window, under the orange sky in the evening, the sound of the helicopter's wings spinning and the sound of the engine was deafening.

"I still need to help, right?" Damian's voice sounded from Connor's communicator, "I can temporarily control the weapon launch system of the helicopter, you take this opportunity to leave."

"Damian helped a lot." Connor broke the glass and pulled Moses out, "Can I take you flying? I haven't tried it yet, so I don't know if it will work."

"Thank you, but no, you'd better fly by yourself."

"Which one is better, Spiderman's silk or Batman's claws?" Damian said in a commanding tone, "Bring me one next time, I need to compare."

"Just take it as a thank you for your help, I will remember this." Moses pulled the support beam at the lower end of the helicopter, and shuttled through the hail of bullets amidst the screams of the pilot, "There is Osborn's in the corner." Surveillance video, Norman Osborn must remember us, but he dare not call the police, he is breaking the law himself."

The word "also" is very sad.

There was a sudden silence on Damian's side.

"Damian?" Connor said, "Are you still there? We're going out soon, hold on a little longer."

Still nothing.

"Damian! The helicopter suddenly opened fire on us! What happened?"

Connor made a wide circle as the muzzles behind him suddenly began to strafe.

The helicopter above Moses twitched and shook.In order to maintain stability, he had to pull down hard. As a result, under the influence of gravity and acceleration, the enemy plane, who was hacked by Damian and malfunctioned, started to smoke, and then spun and fell downward.

"Spiderman!" Connor caught a glimpse of Moses jumping down from the corner of his eye, and his voice raised an octave, "What are you going to do?!"

"The pilot is still inside! Hey, can you hear me? Grab the thread and I'll pull you out!"

There was hope in the eyes of Osborne's driver, and he grabbed the white silk thread and shouted: "Help me!"

Moses gritted his teeth and pulled him out of the cockpit and threw him far away, while he fell a few meters down due to the reaction force.The plane behind it hit the ground and exploded with a bang.

In the nick of time, Connor caught the second spider silk shot by Moses.

"Are you okay?" They gradually moved away from the chaotic battlefield and flew to the outside of the blocked factory.

"It's okay." Moses pressed his arm, his face contorted for a moment, "It seems that the right wrist is broken."

"You can tell your aunt that you went to fight."

"It sounds like you have a lot of experience."

Moses suddenly thought of another thing: "...But I injured my right wrist, what about the history exam?"

Two young people face each other in the wilderness far away from human habitation in the suburbs of New York.

Connor coughed dryly: "Maybe it will be fine when you take the exam? But then again, Damian hasn't moved since just now. Who is operating the computer in the Batcave now?"

There was a rustling electrical sound in his communicator.

Then a deep, terrifying, adult voice came from within.

Batman: "It's me."