[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Joe Ward is pushing a shopping cart, shopping for the ingredients for today's dinner.

It seems a long time ago for him to cook so frequently.

A few years ago, when he was still living in the guardian's house, he would often concentrate on cooking with the guardian; but later, when the FBI told him that the handsome professor was actually an ogre, he seldom came back. I cook myself.

In fact, it was no longer necessary.Because he took over his parents' inheritance and started running this small pet clinic, he seems to rarely deal with people other than customers, let alone prepare banquets for friends.

Joward reached for the sweet and chili sauce on the shelf.

The small backpack he was carrying on his chest moved twice, and a strand of spider silk shot out from it, sticking to a bag of potato chips on the shelf.

Joe Ward sighed, carefully blocking other people's eyes with his body: "Spidey—"

The little spider poked out his upper body from the backpack, holding on to the edge of the potato chips package with his little hands.He tilted his head back, his big white eyes glaring at him.

Little Spider: "Chichi qxq"

buy it!

Joe Ward: "...Buy."

At the end he added: "It's the last pack."

Little Spider: >▽

As soon as he let go of his little hand, the potato chips fell into the shopping cart and smashed into the pile of snacks that had already piled up into a hill.

Another blue head protruded from the backpack, and the American team put their hands on their hips, and began to babble about educating the children.

Joward resisted the urge to sigh again, pressed both of them back into his backpack, and whispered, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

He pushed the shopping cart to the cashier, and when he was about to take out his wallet, he felt that someone in his backpack stuffed a card into his hand.

He took it out and saw that it was the black gold card given by Batman.

Joe Ward: ...

Can he say he dare not use it?

He stuffed the black gold card back, touching a pair of small pointed ears with his hands.Resisting the urge to pinch it, he still took out his wallet.

Batball sat at the bottom of the backpack, holding a black gold card half the size of him, and didn't say anything.

But not long after, when Ah Fu came to the clinic for the second time, the mantissa of Joward Cary's balance jumped up by several 0s.

There were not too many people on the street on the way home, so Joe Ward carefully opened his backpack to let them breathe.

There were red, blue and black three balls crowded inside, all looking up at him with their heads up.

Little Spider: "Chichichiji?"

Joe Ward: "We're having pasta today. No more snacks before meals, Spider-Man."

The little spider didn't communicate well, and continued to be sad: "I just want to ask where we are going to play at night..."

US team: "I don't feel good. The law and order in New York is very serious now."

Batball: "Also, we have something to do tonight."

He usually doesn't speak, but the first time he speaks, the other two look back at him as if they were frightened.

Batball: ▼ヘ▼?

In this world where Zhenglian and Fulian exist at the same time, both sides of Zhengfulian have heard about each other's camp.

But it is limited to the level of understanding of "hearing".

—Of course, that might not be the case for Batman.S.H.I.E.L.D. seriously suspects that he has two secret plans in his hands, one for the weaknesses of the members of the Zhenglian, and one for the members of the Avengers, in case these superheroes are controlled to become enemies one day.

However, in normal times, there are not many opportunities for the two parties to contact each other.One is that their main jurisdictions are different, and the other is that their alliance has already been formed. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, both sides carefully guard the invisible dividing line in the middle.

"I heard Mr. Stark say that Batman really turns into a bat at night, and then sucks and drinks the blood of criminals. Is this true!"

The little spider leaned into Captain America's ear and asked tremblingly.

Captain America: ...Tony, you are enough.

He decides to get down to business: "What are we going to do tonight?"

Batball: "Research the system."

The US team saw that he had been tinkering with the small cube that he took out of his belt. The last time the bat ball used this cube, it directly hacked the system in Joward's phone.

But he looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand anything.

The US team sighed: "If only my other partner was here, he has a good computer."

Batball: "You mean Tony Stark?"

The US team was surprised: "Have you communicated with him?"

Batball: "Yes, we often hack each other's systems."

Captain America: ...

Captain America: "Anyway, he can definitely help."

Batball: "I don't need help."

Captain America: ...I can't talk today.

When the two adults chatted awkwardly for a while, there was a soft "Dangdang" sound in the clinic.The US team knew that it was Joe Ward who was feeding the cats and dogs. After feeding the cats and dogs, it was time for them to eat.

I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or something, but when Captain America heard the sound of knocking on the food bowl, his little stomach let out a "goo".

He coughed twice in embarrassment, and then saw the small pointed ears on the bat ball's head, followed by the sound of knocking on the food bowl, and trembled twice in anticipation.

... No, they're starting to look less like themselves, it must be the power of that evil magic that made them smaller!

Joe Ward didn't know the inner drama of the US team.When he came out with potato soup, he was inexplicably amused by the three balls holding toy knives and forks and napkins around their necks.

Bat Ball: (▼ヘ▼)

Angry, angry.

Joe Ward had no choice but to hold back his smile to preserve their self-esteem as superheroes.

The main course of today's dinner is Bolognese Bolognese Spaghetti, which is stir-fried in a sticky and fragrant meat sauce, and sprinkled with grated cheese to enhance the taste.

When he was stirring the meat sauce and pasta together, he saw the little spider by the side of the bowl, secretly lifted a little bit of the mask, and was grabbing a piece of pasta and sucking it into his mouth vigorously.

Joward said helplessly, "It's hot."

Little Spider: "Ji..."

He raised his head to show Joward, his mouth was so hot that Joward had to find ice water for him to drink again.

Dinner time passed in peace.

The most talkative little spider is about to stick his head into the pasta; the American team is from the army, and eating is like a storm; and the bat ball——

I don't know if it was Joe Ward's illusion, but he always felt that the bat ball's dining action was particularly elegant.

It can't be described as elegant, but watching Batball wipe the corner of his mouth with a napkin, it can be called extravagance.

The man under the bat mask is not a young master, is he?

But it doesn't make sense logically.Joe Ward always felt that a hero like Batman must have been born at the bottom of the slums and became a Gotham vigilante after suffering a lot.

Batball caught a glimpse of Joe Ward looking at him from the corner of his eye, put down the napkin to wipe his mouth, picked up the bowl, and poured the soup into his mouth with a sip.

Joe Ward: ...

OK, he was wrong.

The door of the clinic jingled, and Er Ha Xia, who loves to pick things up, ran back.

But this time he didn't jump happily, but sobbed with two bags of tears in his mouth, and leaned to Joward's side, put the dog's head on his lap, and let him look at his mouth.

Joe Ward opened the dog's mouth: "...why did half of the tooth collapse?"

Er Haxia: "Woooo..."

Erhaxia is very wronged!

It went out this time and picked up a beautiful tin can. It wanted to pick it up and play with Joe Ward, but just as soon as it put the tin can in its mouth, the tin can collapsed!

Er Ha Xia was so frightened that he barked all the way, and ran desperately to the clinic with his tail between his legs, so as not to let the tin can crash on his buttocks again.

After the three balls finished their meal, they consciously went to wash the dishes, and Joe Ward was worried about Er Haxia's teeth.

Fortunately, only half of it collapsed, and the root of the tooth was not injured. It's just that during this period of time, it will be a little painful for Er Haxia to eat.

"So, shall we take a look at the mission?"

After dinner, Joe Ward sat on the sofa, Captain America and Little Spider sat on his lap, Batball stood on the coffee table, and several people gathered around the phone's APP interface to study.

The cheap cat was scratching at the sofa next to it, and now it also came over, stretching out the cat's head, wanting to see what they were researching.

Nothing was revealed on the surface of the bat, and the feet moved out half a step.

The reward points at the top of the screen are still a big "0".Under the watchful eyes of a few little heads, Joward gently poked open the black button with the words "Accept Mission".

Countless pieces of information flowed across the screen in an instant, and then, like the information flow of Twitter, one task after another popped up from the bottom.

The mission information is very brief, with only one line of short names, and the difficulty of the mission and the reward points for the mission are written below in small fonts.

The tasks displayed on Joward's screen are all marked with "Mission Difficulty: Grade D", and the reward points are also between 1-2.

"Is it true that the system will give me more difficult tasks only after completing a sufficient number of D-level tasks?"

He thought to himself, and began to quickly browse through the task names in the information stream.

It's really hard to judge what the task is based on the name alone.For example, the first quest that just popped up was called "The Woman in Red on the Eleventh Floor"; he scrolled down, and there were other quest names like "Misty Clouds", "Black Sunflower", "1583" and so on. The name of the cloud.

He tried to click on "1583", and a window popped up on the screen prompting:

"To the newcomer host: Clicking on the quest is deemed to accept the quest. If the quest cannot be completed or the quest fails within the time limit, reward points will be deducted. Do you want to continue?"

Joe Ward subconsciously looked at the bat ball, and the bat ball shook his head at him.He chose to quit and returned to the information flow interface.

...These names are really, no matter how ominous they look, are you sure they are D-level tasks?

"Language?"

Captain America pointed to one of the mission names.

Joe Ward looked down, the name of the task was "The Smile of the Old Lady", D-level difficulty, reward point 1.

...it seems to be quite cured.How about this?

He didn't have any complaints about the other two small balls, so he reached out and poked the mission "The Smile of the Old Lady".

A small window popped up on the screen: "The mission has been pre-empted, please choose another mission from the host."

Joward: ?

He refreshed the task list in disbelief, and "the old woman's smile" had disappeared from the information flow.

He slid down for a long time, and picked another mission "Little Girl's Dancing Shoes" that looked refreshing and healing.

The moment he was about to start, a small stamp of [Received] was stamped on the task, and then disappeared in the information flow again.

Joe Ward: ...

This system is still online? ? ?

"More than one person has been bound to become the host." Batball reacted quickly, and had already frowned and muttered to himself when Joward failed to grab the first mission.

The little spider stretched his head and looked around. He heard the US team explain the "system", and he also knew that this thing can restore his body for a short time, so he interjected: "Are you playing large-scale online games? Is this considered to be a world boss? As long as someone steals monsters, other players won’t be able to gain experience? Then we’ll be faster.”

Batball: "That's not the problem. This is a system that drives humans to serve it through virtual reward points, and has the power to change reality at will-this is dangerous. What is its real purpose? Why bind so many people ? Where will it develop in the future?"

Captain America: "I'm relatively optimistic... According to Joe, this is a system to help people realize their wishes. Maybe it just wants to bring some luck? Because we haven't even read the content of the mission, maybe it's some kind of helpful system. What about the content of the music?"

Batball glanced at him and said, "You guys in blue just like to take things too simply."

Captain America just smiled good-naturedly, but before he could smile for two seconds, Joward poked a mission like lightning, and he didn't even see the mission name clearly.

Captain America: "Lan...??"

Joe Ward: "The mission is 'SOS Signal on Beacon Street' Captain, Beacon Street is just a block from the clinic—err, I was just wondering, what if they're actually calling for help? Maybe I can Drop by to see...?"

The moment he entered the task details page from the information flow, the system voice that had been quiet for a day sounded in his mind: "The host has accepted the task [SOS signal on Bacon Street], the task difficulty is [D], and reward points [1] can be obtained. The task description has been sent to the host's mobile phone in real time, please start the action within a limited time, otherwise the points will be deducted [1].

"Last night at around 3 o'clock in the morning, the area between No. 41 and No. 42 of Bacon Street began to send out encrypted distress signals intermittently. Please investigate the incident before 0:00 this morning after accepting the mission.

"The unknown object that sends out the signal is the [target object] of the ontology task. If the host touches the [target object], the mission is considered successful."

At the same time, a navigation map appeared on the screen of his mobile phone, a small red dot glowing in the middle of Bacon Street.

"As long as the contact is enough? As a novice task, it is a bit too simple." Joward thought to himself.

He looked up at the time, it was already 23:11, and it was still a short walk to Bacon Street.

At the bottom of the navigation map on the phone screen, in addition to the mission description, a line of small words was updated: "[D-level mission] Allows to bring assisters: 3 people. If the number of assisters exceeds the specified number, the mission will be judged to have failed."

Joward picked up his scarf and mask from the sofa, then put on the bulky down jacket, and wrapped himself up tightly.

After finishing dressing, he lifted the little red schoolbag he carried when he was shopping for groceries, and said to the three balls on the coffee table, "Would someone like to accompany me on a nighttime adventure?"