Chapter 9 First Battle

Jay could see that the woman in front of him was a standard capable, muscular woman with extraordinary mobility, excellent quality, a high degree of autonomy, and a sense of control in the Bat-Family tradition. She almost forcibly dragged Jay into the ventilation duct in the wall without giving any room for negotiation—which, by the way, seems to be the Bat Family's favourite.

The two were crawling forward in the ventilation pipe. The huntress was leading the way. She moved professionally and quickly. She was as agile as a cat accustomed to walking on all fours. She was familiar with drilling the ventilation pipe. Jay followed her helplessly, watching the plump buttocks dangling in front of him under the purple cloak.

He felt that he had to tell this young lady that he didn't need to hide, but he spat out half a syllable, gave him an annoyed look at Convenience, and scolded her in a low voice: "Didn't I say be quiet! It Might hear us!"

She thought she hated encountering this kind of kid who didn't know anything on a mission.

"Uh...but..."

And it's not very obedient! The huntress turned her head in displeasure again, still lowering her voice but raising her voice: "I said quiet, which part of you don't understand?"

Jay said helplessly, "But that guy found us."

"what?"

As soon as the words fell, the wall of the ventilation duct above the two of them was slashed by sharp claws. The serrated mouth was about to bite. The huntress hurriedly turned over, lying on her back, and strangled the opponent's neck with both hands to prevent it from penetrating further, her nose filled with an unbearable odour from the monster's mouth.

The huntress gritted her teeth and ordered sharply behind her: "Don't be stupid, go back the same way; I can only hold it temporarily."

At such a critical juncture, she had given priority to the safety of this unknown passerby, and Jay couldn't help but respect her.

But of course, he didn't intend just to slip away obediently.

The huntress could hardly see what was happening but only felt a shadow flicker in front of her eyes, and the pressure on her hand suddenly loosened. The white monster suddenly seemed to disappear from her hands out of thin air, and then there was a series of "ping pong" collision sounds not far away.

She was stunned and didn't realise what had happened for a while. She saw the civilian teenager behind her, who didn't understand anything, tearing the crack in the ventilation duct above her head a little larger with her bare hands and swaging out.

Jay stood arrogantly in front of the white monster who had just been punched by him and knocked down a bunch of messy pipes, staring at him. It took a while for it to readjust the focus of its eyes, confirm the position of the opponent in front of it, and pounce again with a roar.

Its claws were high, and when it came swiftly, it came with a hissing sound ripping through the air. But Jay saw it clearly, and his straight hand squeezed its wrist so hard that it couldn't move its claws. Jay's hand made a force, and his wrist bone "clicked" with the unparalleled grip.

The monster howled in pain and opened its mouth to bite Jay's head. Although confident in the hardness of his scalp, Jay didn't want to get his head covered with bad-mouthed mucus. So he turned his head to avoid the opponent's bite, raised his knee, and slammed into the opponent's lower abdomen. The knee hit was as heavy as an anti-tank gun at zero distance, and the monster's sturdy scales almost shook its internal organs. shape.

The white monster howled in pain again, but no matter what, it couldn't break free from those pincer-like hands. Jay jerked his arms, lifted the massive body off the ground, and threw it over his shoulder as quickly as a shot put. The white body slammed into the shell of specific heavy equipment, smashing the sturdy metal plate down.

Jay squeezed his fist: "Strong on the outside and hard on the inside; I just moved my muscles and bones."

Maybe it understood it was sarcasm; perhaps it didn't. The monster propped himself up with his deformed legs and stared at Jay with blood-red eyes. It stretched out its claws and snapped an arm-thick trachea, and a large amount of white smoke was ejected from the broken mouth. It roared, and with a wave of its arm, it hurled the half-pipe like a weapon.

The broken metal tube ripped open the air and flew towards Jay with a cracking sound. Jay didn't dodge, he caught it with one hand, and the metal tube where his palm was pressed was pinched like a sheet of paper. The entire trachea shell made a low "humming" vibration under the tremendous force, like a vibrating tuning fork.

The white monster hissed and roared, and there were disgusting sticks of mucus hanging from his upper and lower jaws. It flies like a wolf-like leopard, like the last fight of a trapped beast.

Jay unhurriedly held one end of the metal tube with both hands, and with both arms exerted force at the same time, he forcibly broke the sturdy trachea into two pieces, holding it like two short sticks in his hands. He watched the instant the monster swooped in front of him and slammed his left stick on its cheek, causing its head to twist, and a long string of mucus slid out of its mouth in a parabola. Immediately after that, he struck with a stick with his right hand on its forehead, causing it to see gold stars in its eyes, staggering in its steps, and its ferocious momentum was gone.

The monster staggered back, looking like a drunk with a hangover. It tried to determine the approximate position of its opponent, then gave a low growl as if to cheer itself up, and rushed up again with wobbly steps like a bull. Jay didn't even make a move; he just lightly lifted off the ground and floated to a height of five or six meters. The guy foolishly rushed under him, slammed his head against the wall, and fell to the ground without moving.

Jay stepped forward and kicked it, confirming that the guy was no longer a threat. He turned around; the huntress was stunned and seemed speechless for a moment.

"It's done." Jay shrugged and said, "Of course, I think the final cleanup should be left to the 'professionals' because...you know, I don't have one. What experience."

The huntress opened her mouth for a long time before asking in surprise, "Are you one of them?"

"Who?"

"Superpowers," she said. "You...what are you? How do you do this? You...are you a Kryptonian? Like Superman?"

"Well, that's an excellent question." Jay spread his hands helplessly. "I don't know."

"You do not know?"

"Don't put on that expression, I; In't know."

Jay paused, brewing in his heart, and said, "That... um... As you can see, although I do have some special talents that others don't have, I don't do them every day. Play little monsters all the time. It's mym still a little nervous. You see, I usually have a life of my own..."

He scratched his head, spent a while organising the language, and then said: "Well, I mean, I know you must have some boss to report to, but can you tell me when you are doing the report? Ignore this part?"

"I... well, I got it."

Her answer surprised Jay, causing him to freze for a second. It felt so simple that it seemed odd to him.

"Okay... well, just make sure you know what I said, right?"

"Yes, I know." She nodded. "I'll ship this guy back to headquarters and say I took care of it myself."

"So...thank you?" Jay waved, suddenly feeling awkward. As he stepped back from the usual door, he said, "I'll leave it to you then. I'm about to leave. If I don't go back quickly, my mother might kill me. That's it."

After speaking, he disappeared like a gust of wind in an instant.

The huntress took a deep breath—a Kryptonian, or at least a Kryptonian-like guy, to be honest, she hadn't met her in a while, and she was still a little confused.

The communication in the headset came in again: "Huntress, are you still there? I heard the answer."

"Yes, I'm still here." She pressed on the headset.

"How's the target? Is there anything unusual?"

"No, nothing abnormal. The target has fallen, and the cleaning team can be sent. I am now preparing to withdraw."

"Received, request passed."

After the communication, the huntress leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, switched to another line, and connected to a bar that had been encrypted layer by layer, but she had not used it for a long time. The requests she sent took the form of telegrams burrowed underground, across cities, through layers of encryption, into a deeply buried channel.

"King Kong Is Not Bad Dazhai Master"

After a long silence in the headset, a hoarse and low voice sounded: "I thought you would never ask to be on this channel again."

"Trust me; if it's unnecessary, I don't want to." The huntress said coldly, "But I think I met a Kryptonian."