i spent the summer in gotham

649.

All of us sitting in a hidden helicopter with Damian the cat for a meeting.

The theme of the meeting was life in a different world from zero, the goal of the meeting was how to return to our original world, and the discussion content of the meeting was how to live in a different world while achieving the goal.

This was my first time participating in a family meeting, and I finally understood why Jason called my dad a bullshit.

Because he liked the most annoying leaders in social animals who liked to beep.I can guarantee that if he used this face to hold meetings with Wayne Enterprises employees every day, Luthor would welcome a lot of employees who switched jobs.

I saw Jason playing with his nails, and Dick seemed to be listening carefully, but he was actually wandering.

Tim opened his eyes with a cute smile, and looked carefully at the dull blue eyes.Damian would respond to what my father said, but unfortunately most of his expressions were not very happy.

The first option ruled out was turning to the Avengers.Not everyone is receptive to comic book characters coming to life, and it remains to be seen exactly how that goes in this world.

Even if it can be confirmed that this is the Marvel world, it cannot be confirmed which of the many parallel worlds this is.No one wants to fall into the hands of Snake Team Bai Can.

Therefore, the first policy of Operation Different World was determined. We will serve as DC's undercover agents (crossed out) and lurk in the Marvel world, relying on ourselves to support ourselves.

To translate it in a more understandable language, we, a group of vigilantes, former secret agents, Maomao and Shushan Jianxiu, will start an ordinary career as a worker in the Marvel world.

Congrats, congratulations.

650.

I raised my hand and said, "Actually, I have something here that might help."

My dad looked at me deeply.

I swallowed. "I might, maybe, probably have Spider-Man's phone number."

???

Amidst a series of question marks, Tim turned pale with shock, "You actually have Spider-Man's phone number!"

Okay, Tim's fan base has also been exposed. Are there no Hawkeye fans in this family other than me?

651.

I went through a lot of interrogation from the bat vigilantes.

Mostly from my dad and Tim.

I talked with Peter for less than 5 minutes, and Tim questioned him four or five times carefully, wishing I could draw it down and make it into a drama for him to play repeatedly.

"So should we call him for help, like help finding a place to live?"

My father thought for a moment and made a decision, "We can solve this kind of trivial matter by ourselves, and save this note for emergencies."

"So where do we sleep? A helicopter?" I asked.

Sleeping in a helicopter is actually unrealistic, because we can only hide the helicopter in an inaccessible mountain forest, but we must go to the city if we want to collect intelligence and make money in this world.

Is our family going to sleep under the flyover?

Let Afu spread old newspapers under the overpass, Damian and Maomao sleep inside, and my dad sleeps outside with Dick and Jason.My mobile phone still has a bit of power, enough to play a song "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" to set off the desolate and helpless atmosphere.

My father glanced at me, and lightly took off the watch from his hand, "First find the black market to sell this watch."

Assuming I remember correctly, this watch was on the cover of a luxury magazine not too long ago.

Damned bourgeoisie! !

Jason comforted me, "Just get used to it, think about the pocket money he gives us every month."

Ok?

Do you still have pocket money? ?

652.

Bat's Marvel Survival Manual The first step is to sell watches and find a rental house.

The second step is to drive his useless sons and daughters out to find work.We were all kicked out of the house except Damian.

I carefully weighed and compared carefully, and found the most suitable job for me-is there still a shortage of street performers performing chest-breaking boulders at the entrance of Chinatown?

I could also put together a circus troupe with Dick, and he happened to be doing knife-eating and fire-breathing.

"Can you think of some ideas that carbon-based creatures can come up with?" Jason said, "You have cultivated immortality for many years just to go to Chinatown to perform boulders on your chest?"

Isn't this situation stronger than people, hey.

Why don't Jason join us as a team, he can hold his hood around the arena, "Friends, those who have money can go for a money game, and those who don't have money can go for a personal game!"

"...Go away." Jason pushed me away indifferently, and walked past me.

Boom.

653.

Even Damian the cat was thrown out by us to make money.

Mao Mao's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that even an innocent kitten like herself would be thrown out to support her family.

Dick said sadly, "We are a family of eight, and we can't live for a long time with just Bruce's watch!"

The friendly elder brother said so, and then threw Damian Maomao to Maocao two streets away from the rented house.

"Come on, little D cat!" said the person who did the crazy thing, "Don't bite and scratch people, go to work, and we will pick you up in the afternoon!"

Damian the cat meowed and yelled, maybe he was swearing in Arabic, but unfortunately none of us could understand meow.

Everyone looked at the first cat in the family to find a job with respect, and waved to him enthusiastically, watching the little black cat screaming miserably, being embraced by the cat cafe staff into the eyes of cat lovers.

Happy work, cat!

654.

Dick was thinking about going out on the street with me and performing bouldering.

"But we may encounter police officers who maintain law and order." Dick said, "Actually, I have a hidden skill that will definitely make me a lot of money."

"Ok?"

"Go striptease at the rich lady's bar."

... You might as well act with me as a living being.

655.

Tim dug out a set of more formal shirts and trousers in the suitcase.

He quietly disappeared all morning, and when he came back in the afternoon, he was already wearing a three-piece suit, and his whole body exuded the golden light of a successful person.

Jason looked him up and down with a serious expression, "Xiao Hong, I know our situation is a bit difficult, but pyramid schemes are against the law."

"Can you have a little bit of respect for your food and clothing parents." Tim said, he stretched out two fingers, comparing the size of one that can only allow bacteria to pass through, "a little bit."

"What did you do, Tibbo?" Dick worried. "Even if it's not a pyramid scheme, it's hard work to distribute flyers on the street."

"Distributing leaflets is at least better than stripping." Tim said blankly, "I went to Wall Street to become a venture capitalist, and the HR of the exchange recruited me to work in seven sentences."

"Awesome!" We applauded enthusiastically, "So when will the salary be paid?"

"After the half-month trial period ends."

If you can't quench your thirst from far away, then what a fart!

656.

Jason got a job downstairs at the hot dog stand, french fries.

It is said that he provided his own exclusive secret recipe to the owner of the spicy hot dog stall downstairs, and the owner recruited him to help him in order to thank him.

I was across the street from Dick, looking at the small cart that was crowded with people like a zombie siege, and Jason's head was looming in it.

"...Maybe Jason is not a vigilante, but a food stall owner is quite talented."

"……Yes."

657.

Jason said he considered becoming an auto mechanic in the past because he was exceptionally talented in the field.

I don't want to know what the hell his auto repair talent is.But he vetoed the job.

"Sometimes looking at those luxurious and high-quality tires, I can't help but want to pry them."

???

Can a mature man just lose control of his hands? ?

658.

I found a job where I was able to support myself on my own.

Instead of going to the gate of Chinatown to break the big stone on the chest, Dick said that the police will come and catch it.

Tim helped me get a fake ID, and I successfully applied for a job as a food delivery driver.

Duer is in my suitcase, and I can draw the hidden spell myself.

perfect.

Thank you, thank you, my wife.Only a real wife can accompany you to the peak of life, and also accompany you to the trough of life!

Behind every successful sword cultivator, there will be a sword that has been given silently.

Thank you for crossing the river, my beloved wife!

659.

Dick went back to his old job and applied for a fitness instructor.

He was fired on the first day.

The reason is that many customers hope that he can provide one-on-one personal guidance.

In the end, those customers fought for the personal guidance of the fitness trainer Grayson, which caused unprecedented chaos in the fitness club.

Dick was fired and pushed aside by envious coaches who would sit at his table in the cafeteria.

...I don't know why I can't sympathize at all.

660.

Dick, who failed to get a job, made persistent efforts and returned to his old job again.

...Wait, why does he have so many old karma?

"Don't worry about the details," Dick said. "I'm a good and competent croupier."

The excellent and competent croupier ushered in the second unemployment in a day that night.

Because a drunk male gambler lost money and was stimulated, he emotionally harassed Dick's female colleague, and was punched by a righteous croupier with three teeth blown away.

Dick lost his job as a result.

... That casino hired Dick to be a security guard, to protect the bunny girls in the casino from harassment.

Lost, but not completely.

Congratulations to Dick for getting his third job today.

661.

Ah Fu applied for a pastry chef at the dessert shop downstairs.

He blesses the neighborhood.

As long as he doesn't make waffles.

662.

After a busy day, we returned to renting a house.

Damian Maomao has lost the desire to meow and swear, her green cat eyes are dull and full of despair towards the world.

Only Damian was home and my dad was missing.

Because of his age, Damian can not go out to work.As for my father, we assume that he will stay at home and search for information about the world online.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and my dad walked in wearing a blue overalls.

He looked like a handsome bricklayer.

He sat at the table, poured a large glass of water and drank it in one go.

Jason is eating the fries he brought back from the hot dog stand, let's try his handiwork, "What did you do?"

My father said calmly, "Going to make money."

Everyone and Mao Mao quietly pricked up their ears.

My dad: "I'm working three blocks away, cleaning up the remnants of the Avengers' fight with the Kiritas."

Isn't that just moving bricks? !

...The one responsible for the cleanup is Stark Enterprises, right?

You are not only moving bricks, but also moving bricks for Iron Man! !

663.

My father tried to explain, "This way you can get close to alien technology. Stark Enterprises has contracted almost all the work of cleaning up alien weapons, and the other channels are in the hands of underground forces."

Got it, it's exactly what you would do.

...but you're still giving Iron Man a brick.