[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The Batmobile was still moving towards the destination smoothly and silently. During this period, one person in the car was watching the battle video recorded by the steel suit.

Joe Ward has always been curious about how the Super League players became balls.

The balls obviously have no memory of the change, and they cannot communicate directly;

Moreover, if this universe really wants to turn all superheroes into Q-versions in an instant, conquering the earth is a breeze, so why hasn't it made the next move for so long?

The fight footage is short and surprisingly generic, and it's nothing more than Iron Man's routine blasting a terrorist base.

There are no other Avengers members seen in the video, it seems that Iron Man is so skilled and bold that he single-handedly went to take over the other people's base camp.

"Honestly, by the end of this video, I still have memories - Comeon! Where is the part of me that was hit by the magic beam?"

Tony dragged the progress bar back and forth, and suddenly heard the little doctor who had been quiet all this time say, "Wait—"

The batter quickly pauses.

The little doctor's white finger pointed at the bottom right of the screen.Because the video is recorded from Iron Man's first-person perspective, most of the time, Iron Man himself will not appear in the screen. The place where he points is a part of Iron Man that is rarely seen on the scene-Iron Man's left foot.

He just seemed to see a distorted purple lightning climbing up Iron Man's left foot.However, during the pause, the lightning did not appear on the screen at all.

Joe Ward is not confident: "I think I may be wrong..."

The batball cut him off point-blank: "Because IamBatman."

He has been with Batball for a while. Although he can't understand the language of the balls, he can more or less guess something based on the tone of the balls.

For example, he can be 80% sure that what Batball said just now should be "continue".

While recalling, he recounted the fact that he was just bound by the system as the host.At that time, he was paralyzed by an inexplicable electric current, and he seemed to have seen this strange and distorted shape of lightning.

Tony: "What the hell system, I can hack this kind of thing [-] times."

Batball: "Unless you can guarantee 100% undetectability, you'd better not move it. It's bound to Joe Ward's brain, and it will be automatically destroyed if you try it again."

Tony does know Batman's level very well.Batman can't hack into the system, and it probably won't work if he changes his own manual butler.

But on the surface, he had to keep his mouth shut: "Maybe J can get away with it."

Batball's face turned cold, and he simply said: "There is no 'maybe'. We can't find another person who has 'let us restore our body' as the first wish, so no one can bet on the boy's safety .”

While speaking, the Batmobile has arrived at the mission location designated by the system, which is half an hour faster than Joe Ward's fastest taxi time.

With little spiders that can weave silk and webs, it shouldn't be a problem to save a cat on the ninth floor-but Joward is still stuck in this D-level mission.

This cat has been trapped for a while, and many pedestrians downstairs stop and point their heads at the cat.If the little spider climbed up now and spun out a little parachute or something, the headline in the New York Evening News tonight would be "Shock!"Good Neighbor Spider-Man was turned into a red guinea pig! "some type of.

"Well, although it is not safe to do tasks at night, it is also convenient at night."

Although he did not communicate with the balls about this issue, Joe Ward instinctively chose to hide their current situation.Everyone knows that superheroes have a bunch of enemies. If the villains know that superheroes have become balls that can be crumpled and flattened, they have to be skewered and roasted.

"It's within reach, just climb over the fire escape on the eighth floor."

He glanced at the terrain, then at his watch, and immediately climbed up to the eighth floor with his schoolbag on his back, and then stopped at the window in the stairwell on the eighth floor.

"Can you open it for me..."

Joe Ward looked at the lock on the anti-theft window, then at the bat ball, and asked his assistant a little shyly.

It wasn't until Joward turned out of the window that Tony suddenly came back to his senses: "Uh, this kid is so reckless?"

Batball answered irrelevantly: "Spider-Man's ultimate arm strength is 25 tons."

Suddenly, the little spider who was named by the boss woke up from a doze: "What? What?"

Joward was hanging on the fire escape on the outer wall of the building at this moment, and his ears were full of exclamations from the people downstairs.

He let out a breath of white air, bowed his head and said to the red schoolbag that was specially carried in front of him to shield other people's sight: "Spidey, can you quietly tie a safety rope for me?"

For the neighborhood police who were pulled over, neurosis occurs every year, especially in the past few months after Chaoying disappeared.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a guy wrapped in a thick coat and wearing a scarf and a mask on the fire escape on the 8th floor, approaching the little orange cat stuck in the water pipe on the 9th floor - so he immediately evacuated the crowd downstairs , lest this person fall down and kill a large group of people.

Well, he knows there's a cat stuck on the 9th floor, in a strange location, and there's nothing to do but call the fire brigade or call Superman; but really, who cares?

What he meant was that in New York City, the crime capital where everyone is in danger and precarious, who the hell cares about a cat that is about to fall to its death?

Thinking of this, the police took out a loudspeaker from the car and shouted to the weird man upstairs: "The PETA elements on the 9th floor - now go back to a safe place -"

The crowd downstairs exclaimed.

Probably startled by the sudden tweeter, the strange man who was climbing on the outer wall slipped under his feet, and a tragedy was about to happen——

But the strange thing is that there seems to be an invisible suction force on the part of him next to the wall, which abruptly pulls his reclined body back to the wall.

So the man continued to climb up as if nothing had happened, carefully lifted the orange cat stuck in the water pipe, and lifted it all the way to an open window on the 9th floor.

Joward: "Excuse me... is this your cat, or the cat next door?"

When he just climbed out of the wall, he noticed that a window on the ninth floor was open, and there was a ten-year-old boy lying beside the window.There is an anti-theft net on the window sill, and various long pole-shaped tools are placed on the anti-theft net, such as a clothes rail with a plastic bag tied at the end.

He may have made many attempts to catch the cat, but in the end, he just lay quietly on the windowsill, with his head and hands down, looking at the orange cat howling in the cold wind.

The boy was frightened half to death by the man in scarf and sunglasses who suddenly appeared on his head, thinking that he was a stalker climbing up: "What?! Ah... yes... it's mine..."

Joe Ward told him based on his professional accomplishment: "You feed him too fat, which is not healthy."

Boy: "Uh... ok..."

When he got closer, Joward saw that the little boy's face had dried-up tears and old bruises. It looked like it was from a hard leather schoolbag.On the small arm of the boy who reached out to catch the cat, there were some scratches from the pencil sharpener, as if he had scratched it one by one by himself.

Joe Ward: "I feel like I'm falling, kid, but I want you to know it's going to be alright, like you still have your cat at last, like you're going to have more 9th floor rescues Stupid cat. Take good care of it, oh and don't overfeed it."

Boy: "... I remember, thank you, thank you..."

When Joe Ward climbed back to the eighth-floor window, he and the little spider on his chest exhaled at the same time.

The little spider firmly fixed itself on Joward's chest with spider silk. Every time Joward took a step outside the wall, he would shoot more than a dozen strong spider silks to stick to the outer wall, preventing Joward from 9 Fall down.Right now he was trying to break free from the sticky spider silk, complaining about the stickiness of his own thread while pulling.

Both the bat ball and the steel ball were kept in his breast pocket, in case there was any slippage in the spider's "safety rope", they would be able to remedy it in time.

"Complete a D-level task in 15 minutes, excluding the travel time, the efficiency is not bad..."

Joward touched the back of the little spider gratefully, and at the same time clicked on the phone screen to check the next acceptable task.

When he arrived downstairs, he was inexplicably reprimanded by the police on the grounds that his actions affected the appearance of the city.The little doctor apologized lazily, and ran back into the Batmobile, and the Batmobile ran away without a trace.

The bat ball was still poking on the dashboard to adjust the speed and destination of the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little doctor in the driver's seat and the two balls studying the task list, opened the communication tool on the belt, and quickly sent a string of garbled codes to Ah Fu same thing.

Batball: [Command] Investigate Joward Lector's family background and relationships.

Ah Fu replied quickly and very short, just a "?".

Only the most familiar people can have this kind of tacit understanding.Although it was a simple question mark, the bat ball could almost see Ah Fu on the other side of the screen, with an extremely helpless expression: Has this kid still not entered your circle of trust, Master Bruce?

The password system between him and Ah Fu can't carry and explain too much information for the time being, so Batball just calmly sent the string of instructions again.

It's not a crisis of confidence, but there is a small detail that Batball finds a little strange.

When Joe Ward climbed on the outer wall just now, he was preparing in the inner pocket of Joe Ward's coat, just clinging to the opponent's heart.

Even when Joe Ward accidentally slipped and almost fell down the stairs, Batball didn't feel the opponent's strong heartbeat performance-in other words, his pulse was always maintained in the normal range of 60-100 .

Either born with an emotional disorder, or trained.

He was asked to remain calm and calm at all times. These requirements obviously exceeded the professionalism of a pet doctor, but his professional experience was absolutely innocent, which only shows that the "someone" who trained him was only out of personal preference to control and Just reform him.

Regardless of what Joe Ward himself thought, Batball didn't like the feeling anyway.