Chapter 9: First Battle

Jay could see that the woman in front of him was a standard capable woman, with extraordinary mobility, excellent qualities and a high degree of autonomy, as well as the desire to control whether it was the traditional bat family. Without giving any room for discussion, she almost forcibly dragged Jay into the ventilation duct in the wall-by the way, the ventilation duct seemed to be the favorite of the bat family.

The two were crawling in the vent pipe, and the huntress opened the way. She moved professionally and quickly, as agile as a cat accustomed to traveling on all fours. Obviously, she was already familiar with drilling the vent pipe. Jay followed helplessly, watching the plump hips dangling in front of him under the purple cloak.

He felt it necessary to tell this little sister that he actually didn't need to hide, but he just vomited half a syllable, gave him an angry look at the convenience, and whispered: "Didn't I say quiet! May hear us!"

Hate to encounter such a little devil in a mission, she thought.

"Uh...but..."

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

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

"what?"

As soon as the voice fell, the walls of the ventilation ducts above their heads "hula" were cut open by sharp claws, and the white monster tore the iron sheet like a hand-grabbing cake, and desperately stuck his head in, opening it like The jagged mouth wanted to bite. The huntress hurriedly turned over, lay on her back and pinched the opponent's neck with both hands to prevent it from entering further, her nose was filled with the unbearable smell from the monster's mouth.

The huntress clenched her teeth and ordered behind her sternly: "Don't be silly, go back the same way, I can only hold it temporarily."

At such a critical moment, she even gave priority to the safety of the stranger, and Jay couldn't help but respect her in her heart.

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

The huntress barely saw what was happening, she only felt that a shadow swayed before her eyes, and the pressure on her hands suddenly relaxed. The white monster suddenly disappeared from her hands out of thin air, and then there was a series of "ping-pong" collisions not far away.

She was a little confused and didn't realize what happened for a while. She saw the civilian teenager who didn't understand anything behind her, tearing up the cracks in the ventilation ducts above her head with her bare hands, and then swaggering out.

Jay stood arrogantly in front of the white monster-the other party had just been hit by him and knocked down a bunch of messy pipes, staring at the gold star. It took a while to readjust the focus of its eyes, confirm the position of the opponent in front of it, and rushed up again with a roar.

Its sharp claws are raised, and when it comes swiftly, it comes with the hiss of cracking the air. But Jay saw its movements clearly, and squeezed its wrist with a straight hand, so that its claws could not move. Jay's hand squeezed, and the unmatched grip made its wrist "click".

The monster howled in pain, opened his mouth and bit at Jay's head. Although confident about the hardness of his scalp, Jay didn't want to be covered with mouth-smelling mucus. So he turned his head to avoid the opponent's bite, raised his knee and hit the opponent's lower abdomen, his knees were as heavy as an anti-tank bombing at zero range, and his internal organs almost changed through the monster's solid scales. shape.

The white monster howled in pain again, but couldn't break free of his pincer-like hands anyway. Jay's arms slammed into force, lifted the huge body completely off the ground, and threw it over his shoulders like a shot put. The white body slammed into the shell of a certain heavy equipment, smashing the solid metal plate.

Jay squeezed his fists: "Strong outside and doing it, I just moved my muscles and bones."

Maybe it understood that this was a mockery, maybe it didn't. The monster supported his body with that deformed leg, and his blood-red eyes stared at Jay viciously. It stretched out its claws and grabbed an arm-thick trachea, and the broken nozzle spouted a lot of white smoke. It roared, waved its arm, and threw the half of the pipe like a javelin.

The broken metal tube tore the air and flew towards Jay with a cracking sound. Jay didn't evade, catching it with one hand, the metal tube on the palm of his hand was pinched like a piece of paper. The entire tracheal shell made a deep "humming" vibration under tremendous force, like a trembling tuning fork.

The white monster hissed and roared, with disgusting slime hanging between its jaws. It flew like a wolf like a leopard, like the last fight of a trapped beast.

Jay unhurriedly grasped one end of the metal tube with both hands, and exerted force with both arms at the same time, unexpectedly breaking the sturdy trachea into two sections, like two short sticks in his hand. He saw the moment the monster leaped in front of him, and his left stick slammed its cheek, making its head tilted and a long string of mucus thrown out of its mouth in a parabola. He immediately followed with a stick in his right hand, which was knocking on its forehead, making it stare at the gold star, staggering, and its ferocious momentum disappeared.

The monster staggered back, looking like a drunk who had experienced a hangover. It worked hard to determine the approximate location of the opponent, then gave a vague growl as if to cheer itself, and swayed like a bull and rushed up again. Jay didn't even move his hands. He just rose off the ground gently and floated to a height of five or six meters. The guy rushed under him stupidly, bumped his head against the wall, and fell to the ground with no movement.

Jay stepped forward and kicked it both feet, confirming that this guy was indeed not a threat for the time being. He turned around, and the huntress was dumbfounded, as if she could not speak for a while.

"This is done, right." Jay shrugged and said, "Of course, I think the final cleanup work should be handed over to the'professionals', because... you know, I really don't have it. What experience."

The huntress opened her mouth for a long time, and then asked in amazement: "You...are you one of them?"

"Who?"

"Superpowers." She said, "You...who are you? How do you do this? You...are you a Kryptonian? Just like Superman?"

"Uh, that's a really good question." Jay spread his hands helplessly, "I don't know."

"You do not know?"

"Don't put on that expression, I really don't know."

Jay paused, brewing in his heart, and said, "That... uh... As you can see, although I do have special talents that others don't have, I am not I fight the little monsters all the time every day—in fact, this is my first time, and I'm still a little nervous. You see, usually I still have my own life..."

He scratched his head, spent a long time organizing the language, and then said: "Well, I mean, I know you must have a boss to report, but when you are making the report, can you tell me about me? Ignore this part?"

"I... well, I get it."

She answered so simply, but Jay was stunned, too simple to make him feel abnormal.

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

"Yes, I know." She nodded, "I'll transport this guy back to the headquarters, saying that I did it myself."

"Then...thank you?" Jay waved his hand, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. As he backed away from the door when he came, he said, "Then please. I should almost leave. If I don't go back soon, my mother might kill me. That's it."

After speaking, he disappeared into the same place instantly as if turned into a gust of wind.

The huntress took a deep breath—a Kryptonian, or at least a guy who is suspected of being a Kryptonian. To be honest, she hadn't encountered it for a while, and she was still a little confused at this moment.

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

"Yes, I'm still here." She said while pressing her earphone.

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

"No, there is nothing unusual. The target has fallen. A cleaning team can be sent. I am now preparing to withdraw."

"Received, request approved."

After the communication was over, the Huntress took a deep breath against the wall, switched to another line, and connected to a line that was encrypted but she hadn't used it for a long time. The request she sent in the form of a telecommunication signal went underground, across the city, passed through layers of encryption, and entered a deeply buried channel.

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

"Trust me, if it's not necessary, I don't want to." The Huntress said coldly, "But I think I met a Kryptonian."