i spent the summer in gotham

691.

If someone asked me the precautions for raising cats a month ago, I would tell him that I practice free-range breeding.

If someone asked me the same question a week ago, I would have told him that you can give it to Damian or Ah Fu.

If someone asks me this question for the third time now, I will solemnly tell him not to be swallowed by a cat.

The experience of blood and tears.

"The devil's cat picked up a devouring beast," Jason said, spinning and floating 360 degrees in the void, "As expected of the devil's cat, I'm willing to bow down."

"One eye of the braised egg is not wronged." I floated over Jason's head with my head down, "Oh, what bad thoughts can a kitten have?"

"So Yuan Devourer is really a good helper for killing people and stealing goods when traveling at home," Jason rubbed his chin, "you only need to open your mouth to dispose of corpses."

"Ouch." Damian tried to reach out his hand to stop the thing that slowly floated past his eyes. He grabbed it and found that it was a half-broken flower pot. "Don't feed the cat strange things!"

"He must have felt it," Tim said, reclining in midair like a sleeping Buddha, "so he wouldn't have to worry about the rest of it after two hours of sweaty sawing off heads in the bathroom."

"You're inexperienced at first glance, Tibao." Jason pointed, "Of course the rest should be chopped into thin minced meat for flushing the toilet."

"Aren't we a righteous bunch of vigilantes?" Dick said. "Why are we talking about killing and burying?"

He was spinning in the void in a large font, like a drunk starfish, "Shouldn't we be discussing how to get out of Warren's stomach?"

I calmly said, "The stomach of the devouring beast is connected to a different-dimensional space. In theory, we cannot touch the boundary of the space."

"so?"

"So we can only hope that the cat grass that just arrived works."

So that Warren will spit us out together when he spits out a hairball.

Although the Yuan Devourer may not need to spit hairballs with a high probability.

No help, just die.

Pig daddy save me!

692.

Just as Jason, Damian, and Tim who somehow joined the conversation were discussing the best way to destroy the corpse, the space around us fluctuated.

Dick cheered up, "Has the cat grass worked?"

The space around us collapsed and contracted, and circles of invisible ripples spread rapidly.

Just as Tim was about to say something, a huge vortex swallowed him.

Then Jason, Dick and Damian.

Finally it's me.

My eyes went dark, as if the whole person was stuffed into the drum of the washing machine and danced disco with the stars in the sky.

The world was spinning, and I was thrown out violently, and my head fell to the ground.

I climbed up with my forehead, and there were brothers lying on the ground nearby.

Ah, Dick is on his face, clutching his nose, slumped on the ground, he's miserable.

There was the sound of cat vomiting behind me, and I looked back to see a fat orange cat at least three Warren years old squatting on the desk, wiping its mouth with its paw.

Who else in the Marvel world has Yuan Devouring Beast?

Oh, Nick Fury.

……

Tim struggled to get himself up off the floor, looked around, his voice almost cracked, "Are we in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office?"

"There is a way to verify it," Damian licked his lips. "In the movie, Fury's cat is named Googoo. In the comics, Captain Marvel's cat is named Gummy. Let's see which name it agrees to."

I stared at the fat orange on the desk, and called out cautiously, "Googoo?"

Fat Ju licked his paws, and responded coldly to me, "Meow."

It’s over.

It's all over.

This is a marinated cat.

We, five DC undercover agents, are lying staggering in the office of the director of Marvel S.H.I.E.L.D.

Marvel's screenwriters won't take the opportunity to cut us down, woo woo woo.

693.

The question now is who will be the first to enter this office.

Somehow, I felt a voice answering me cheerfully, "Of course it's brother."

Shut up, you are already offline, just concentrate on taking a break.

694.

Jason leaned forward and gave Fat Ju a sniff of his hand. Seeing that Fat Ju didn't want to paw himself, he went up and opened Mao Mao's mouth.

Me: "...what are you doing?"

Jason said seriously, "I'll see if I can squeeze us back in."

Be sober, you don't know when it will be when you come out next time, what if Gugu swallows you up and doesn't spit it out?

Want me to appear in your publication with your hood and code name on?

...Well, it seems that it is not impossible.

In this way, I can have my own independent publication. Even if the independent publication is cut, there will still be many scenes in other publications.

Great!

695.

Fat Orange allowed Jason to move meekly, showing no arrogance of the most dangerous race in the universe.

Tim reached for the computer and stared at it in thought.

Dick was alert, "You don't want to hack into their computers, do you?"

Tim's hand has touched the mouse, "I'll see if I can delete the monitoring."

Just then, the doorknob creaked open.

We were all startled, turned our heads and stared at the person who pushed the door.

Nick Fury, the well-known director of S.H.I.E.L.D., stood at the door expressionlessly, "You guys broke into my office out of nowhere," looking at Tim, "playing with my computer," looking at Jason, "Still stroking my cat."

Although he didn't say the rest of the sentence, I could guess what he was trying to say.

He wanted to say, you DC are really deceiving people!

696.

We confronted the black marinated egg whose computer was robbed and whose cat was masturbated by someone in the office of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick didn't mean to step into the office, and only answered us at the door, "Although we are uninvited guests, you should know some basic manners, at least tell us who you are?"

Under the oppressive gaze of the one-eyed braised egg, my brain twitched, "Since you asked the question sincerely."

Jason immediately connected tacitly, "We will tell you mercifully."

Tim said casually, "To prevent the world from being destroyed."

Dick slipped his mouth, "In order to protect the peace of the world - wait, what are you doing, what am I doing!"

The eldest brother wanted to jump over and slap us awake one by one, "Be sober, now is not the time to talk about talk shows!"

697.

An important reason for using famous lines from Team Rocket is that our contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. was too sudden, and there was no scheduled time at all.

We suddenly popped out and said to Braised Dan, "Hi, hello, we are Chaoying from the DC family next door who came to your Marvel universe, and we were accidentally swallowed by our orange cat and then spit out by your orange cat. "

It could end up being shot by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents for 5 minutes.

Regardless of whether the follow-up is peace talks or war, at least you can't stay at the home court of S.H.I.E.L.D.A short four-person talk show bought us a few minutes.

enough.

A stream of light shattered the bulletproof glass of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building and rushed in, and landed firmly in my hand, and the warm and cool touch of cold jade fell into my hand.

Ferry has arrived.

698.

Not only are we stalling for time, Fury is also planning to do so.

The familiar star shield flew in through the broken window of Due, and hit Jason's abdomen. If he hit Jason, he might lie in bed for a few days.

However, the vibranium weapon is not exclusive to Captain America alone. Jason pulled out the potato tongs from his waist, and skillfully bounced the shield back at an angle of inclination.

"Seriously?" Fury said, "A chip tongs that flicked off Captain America's shield?"

"Do you look down on the potato tongs?" Jason said angrily. "Without potato tongs, where can you get your usual French fries?"

When he and Fury were chatting, the tall and strong figure broke the glass with one foot on the halyard, rolled on the spot amidst the flying glass shards, picked up the shield on the ground, and threw it at Jason.

Dick kicked the glass coffee table in front of him, and the coffee table flipped in the air, knocking away the captain's shield. "Hey, we don't want to fight!" Dick complained, pulling out his stick from his leg and blocking the captain.

Well done Dick, you chose your brother between your idol and your brother.

The brotherhood is touching.

But the captain was not the only one who used the halyard to break into the office. The beautiful red-haired female agent twisted her legs around Dick's waist from behind, and at the same time swung Dick away with her back!

"Meet you again," the female agent raised an eyebrow, "the flower of the casino."

A swift and petite black figure fell silently behind the female agent, and hit the agent's lumbar spine with a knee.He was immediately thrown out by the female agent by grabbing his ankle.

Damian landed and rolled, throwing several darts at Black Widow.At the same time, a black arrow shot in like thunder from a distance outside the window.

With a clang, the arrow was caught by the coffee cup that Tim casually picked up from the desk. I don't know what kind of material Fury's coffee cup is made of, but it can resist Hawkeye's arrow.

There was a few beeps in a hurry, the arrow exploded in the cup, and the fragments flew out. Dick grabbed the official document on the table in time to block Tim, only to hear Fury scream, "This month's bill in the bureau !"

The smoke bomb that landed quietly from Tim's sleeve hissed out gray smoke, and tear gas was also thrown out at the same time.

When the people in the office opened their eyes, we were no longer where we were.

699.

Due was enlarged several times before it was enough for all of us to step on it. Even so, Damian still only had half of his foot on the sword. "You might as well let me go down and challenge them one-on-one." The child said disgustedly.

"The conditions are tough, so let's make it happen." I comforted, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Hawkeye, who was waiting on the rooftop in the distance, bowing his bow and nodding his arrows.

I moved around with the sword and snake skin, and Due was swaying in the sky. The eagle-eyed arrows chased after us, and the arrows were shot flying by Dick and Jason.

The sound of the engine gradually became louder, so loud that we couldn't ignore it.

I was distracted to look at it, and I couldn't help but my face tensed. Dozens of steel armors formed a copper wall and iron wall in the air, surrounding us.Armored palms light up towards us, and we're at the intersection of the laser cannons.

The armor made the same mechanical sound, "Put down the weapon and land on the spot."

"How?" Jason asked.

"It's not about surrendering, it's about whether they will believe who we are," Tim said. "After all, we're just caricatures to them, aren't we?"

"Can you accept five seconds of high-altitude bungee jumping?" I asked, "Five seconds, you won't fall to the ground, right?"

"Wait—" before Dick could finish speaking, Duer pulled away from under their feet.

"Depend on--"

"Li Cizhang, you wait!"

"Can you tell me in advance???"

The four innocent boys lost their focus, screaming and falling one by one, falling freely in the sharp wind.

The people behind the armor also seemed to be shocked by my blow to my teammates, so that they didn't act immediately.

This is enough.

I clenched Due tightly, and a cold light that could almost sting people's eyes flashed across the sword.

Slash——

Countless ice shards exploded in an arc around me, and frost climbed up the metal shell of the armor. After it was completely frozen, a crack appeared on the armored legion hovering in mid-air.

It was a neat line.

With a crackling sound, centering on that line, all the armor split in two and fell downward.

At the same time, I flew with my sword and swooped down faster than they fell.

Hanging talismans were pasted on the bodies of Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian who were flailing their teeth and claws. Due expanded his sword and scooped them all up in one go.

"I almost turned into Gwen from The Amazing Spider-Man!" Jason complained, twisting his neck.

Tim supported Dick and gasped, "Please be sure to discuss it with us next time."

"Hey," I said shyly, "It's in line with Jianxiu's cool personality if he doesn't speak."

Tim looked at me with a complicated expression, "From the moment I found out that you used to say that I was your wife on social networks, you no longer have a cool persona."

!!!

How long ago was that and how did you know! ! !

700.

I underestimated Iron Man's armor.

The armor that I cut in half disintegrated and reassembled in the falling body, and they pieced together a larger number of small missiles to track us.

I gritted my teeth in embarrassment, and prepared to draw my sword and slash again.

Endless, wondering if they will recombine into something new this time.

Several blazing laser cannons grazed our scalps and ears and blasted back.

The armored legion was reduced to ashes in the high concentration of energy.

A plane obviously not of earth technology came towards us from the city, and the muzzle ignited blue light several times, blasting the unmanned armor tracking us into powder at high temperature.

In the center of Kirita's less obvious plane is a big black bat logo.

My father was wearing a black armor and sat in the driver's seat, beside Ah Fu who was wearing a body armor and holding an alien gun.

He turned on the radio, "Stop chasing my children, or we won't have room to talk."

father! !

You've come to save us, woo woo woo, Dad! ! !

— But where did you get your planes and guns, can you explain to us later.

Go to Stark's construction site every day to pick up leaks and modify it?