Chapter 71: Good Neighbors in New York

"I really wish we could change our working environment."

"There's no other way. I have to avoid my dad, and you have to hide from Iron Man."

"Ummm...So what was the main economic occupation during the American colonial period?"

"What? Hey, you really want to study history in a place like this?"

Moses crawls at the top of a New York sewer. Connor flies beside him, a murky liquid flowing beneath their feet.

"You suggested that I carry it while walking. But you're right. I feel the paper in my hand is green now. It must be the smell in here that makes me feel sick. Why don't other superheroes have to go to the sewers? Not Wonder Woman, not the Hulk."

Connor pinched his nose and said in a low voice: "But I guess Batman must have walked there."

Moses: "Batman's mask has a toxic gas filter function."

"How do you know?"

"What he said is true." A third voice sounded without warning in the underground sewer, "I have worn it before, and it's almost the same as not having a nose at all."

Moses: "..." I suspect you are implying that Batman is roughly equivalent to Voldemort and I have evidence.

The sound came so suddenly that both Connor and Moses were startled.

Moses' gloved hand pressed against the wall and touched an unknown sticky semi-solid substance - hopefully mud - which lost its adhesion and almost fell into the sewage. Connor raised his head suddenly and hit his forehead on a stone.

Superboy himself was fine, but the sewer wall was cracked.

Connor frantically tried to brush off the rubble he had knocked down, and angrily said, "Damian! Can't you say hello before you speak?"

“I’m just curious about what you two want to do.” The boy’s voice was even more childish than Connor’s. “Besides, the communicator I gave you last time was meant to be used when needed. You have a very poor mental state.”

Superboy rolled his eyes and mouthed to Moses: Brat.

Then he snorted, "We met because my dad was going to look for Batman. They were friends, but you and I were not. Whatever we were going to do had nothing to do with you. You were in Cotton, not New York."

“But I was in the Batcave.” As Damian spoke, Moses could imagine him slouching in his computer chair. “You hid from Super…”

Connor: "Don't say his name!"

"...You went to New York without telling your dad! Is that okay?" Damian said, "The guy next to you is Spider-Man. Are you planning to work together to find the lair of the Lizard Man and kill him? Let me see, Osborne, ah ha, turn right at the second intersection ahead."

Connor turned to look at Moses. “Is he right?”

"Yes." Moses felt a headache. He would rather face the sewer gas alone or a hundred history exams. "Of the original thirteen colonies in North America, which one was not established for religious or economic reasons?"

Damian quickly responded, "Pennsylvania."

Connor said, "...I just haven't learned this yet."

As they were talking, they finally arrived right below Oscorp. Connor flew to the vent, pulled down the metal railing and put it aside, whispering, "Professor Lizard has been taken away by SHIELD. We are now in his laboratory. Their equipment doesn't seem to be as advanced as Lex's."

"There are not many people in the world who are richer and more powerful than Luther, and this is not Osborne's main project."

Moses looked around the room, which had not been visited for a long time since it was sealed off, and walked to the desk. He took out a notebook from the drawer and said, "The police haven't had time to come and collect evidence yet. This is Professor Lizard's draft. His experimental report must have been taken away by the project manager, but this thing was left as waste paper."

The notebook is filled with scribbles and illogical notes. No wonder others find it useless.

Moses flipped through the pages roughly and stopped at a certain page.

Connor walked to the office window and secretly took a look outside, and was surprised by the fully armed police officers below.

"Wow. Is Norman Osborn raising an army at the factory?"

Damian said, "Then he must be up to no good."

"Damian is right. Connor, come and look at this." Moses picked up the notebook and opened the page he had just read to Superboy. "The sketch on top seems to be Professor Lizard's wife. Below is the professor accusing the partner company of having unrealistic delusions about its products. He believes that the products they want will never be truly produced... Oh! Look at the logo here. Sure enough, Oscorp is cooperating with Future Pharmaceuticals."

Connor asked, "You knew about this a long time ago?"

"I've done some research, but I don't know enough." Spider-Man put down his notebook and continued searching the room. "In fact, if you are patient enough, you can get a lot of information by reading newspapers. What people have done can never be completely covered up."

"Wait, there's danger."

Connor reminded at the same time: "Someone is coming!"

Moses raised his hand, jumped up holding the spider silk, and crouched above the iron door of the office. Connor retreated to the ventilation duct and pushed the slightly twisted metal railing back.

The two people who walked in found nothing.

They are Osborne's guards.

"You see that flash over here?" The man holding the gun pushed the door open with a swagger. "This place has been emptied out by the boss a long time ago. Who would come back here?"

"I don't know." His colleague behind him held a stun gun in his hand, "Just in case, let's come and take a look. If something really happens, we will all be in trouble."

Moses squinted at the back of their heads and crawled silently along the ceiling.

In the ventilation duct, Connor's pupils shrank, and he gestured to Moses to look in the direction of the desk - they had just forgotten to put Professor Lizard's notebook back!

Moses nodded at him.

Behind the railing, Superboy wrinkled his cheeks and stretched out his hand towards the door handle. This was the difference between him and Superman, he could take objects from a short distance. Under the influence of his power, the door of the office opened slowly with a click, and the two guards turned around immediately: "Who is it?!"

At this moment, a spider thread stuck to the notebook and brought it into Moses' arms.

The door slowly turned about thirty degrees and then stopped.

"No one's here. Maybe we didn't pay enough attention just now and the wind blew it away," said the guard holding the stun baton.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief.

The guard holding the gun frowned: "Wait, why do I feel like something is wrong?"

He walked to the office window with a slightly hunched back and cautiously opened the curtain. The transparent glass was tightly covered, and there was a web of dust on it.

"Where does the wind come from?"

He subconsciously raised his head and looked up. The guard holding the baton bent down and touched the railing of the vent in confusion, muttering: "Is this thing designed to be crooked? Why don't I remember this happening?"

The former happened to match the red head and black eyes.

"Hi, good afternoon." The man on the ceiling said to him.

Then a heavy kick hit the guard on the back of the head.

"Good night. You've worked hard, go to bed early."

At the same time, Connor lifted the railing and slapped the other guard in the face: "If you think it looks good, I'll print one on you too."

Their actions in dealing with the enemy were decisive and efficient, but a huge alarm still sounded. Fortunately, Moses used spider silk to seal the machine that made the sound in time, and the message was still passed on.

"Oh no! They have pulse monitors on them. If they lose consciousness, they will automatically sound the alarm. We need to get out of here quickly."

Spider-Sense is starting to go wild.

“I’ll bet ten of Martha’s apple pies on this,” Connor said hastily. “This biopharmaceutical company wasn’t built to treat colds and fevers. Go back or go through the sewers? Wait, no, there are noises in the sewers too!”

"Who would be as depressed as the two of us? Forget it, if we can't go back the same way, we'll just go up... Oops." Moses stumbled as he jumped out and was forced to stop on the windowsill. "This road is blocked. It's a combat helicopter. God, it may not be suitable to go out today."

After opening the window, the sound of the helicopter's rotating wings and engines under the orange sky in the evening was deafening.

“I’m the one who’s going to help, right?” Damian’s voice rang through Connor’s communicator. “I can temporarily take control of the helicopter’s weapons launch system. You guys take this opportunity to leave.”

“That’s a great help, Damian.” Connor broke the glass and pulled Moses out. “Would you like me to take you flying? I haven’t tried it yet, so I don’t know if it’s possible.”

"Thank you, but no, you should just fly yourself."

"Which one is better, Spider-Man's web or Batman's claws?" Damian said in a commanding tone, "Bring me one next time. I need to compare."

"Just consider this as a thank you for your help. I'll remember this." Moses held onto the support beam at the bottom of the helicopter and shuttled through the hail of bullets amid the pilot's screams. "There is Osborn's surveillance video in the corner. Norman Osborn must remember us, but he didn't dare to call the police. He himself is also violating the law."

The word "also" is very sad.

Damian fell silent.

“Damian?” Connor said. “Are you still there? We’re almost out. Hang on.”

Still no movement.

"Damian! The helicopter suddenly opened fire on us! What happened?"

Connor made a wide circle as the cannon behind him suddenly began to sweep.

The helicopter above Moses began to twitch and shake. In order to keep it stable, he had to pull down hard, but under the influence of gravity and acceleration, the enemy plane, which was not sure if it was hacked by Damian and had a malfunction, began to smoke and then spun downward.

"Spider-Man!" Connor saw Moses jump down from the corner of his eye, and his voice suddenly rose an octave, "What are you going to do?!"

"The driver is still in there! Hey, can you hear me? Grab the spider and I'll pull you out!"

The driver of the Osborne car had a gleam of hope in his eyes. He grabbed the white thread and shouted, "Save me!"

Moses gritted his teeth, pulled him out of the cockpit and threw him far away, and he himself fell a few meters down due to the reaction force. The plane behind him crashed into the ground and exploded with a loud bang.

At the critical moment, Connor caught the second spider silk shot by Moses.

"Are you okay?" They gradually moved away from the chaotic battlefield and flew towards the outside of the blocked factory.

"It's okay." Moses held his arm, his face twisted for a moment, "It's just that my right wrist seems to be broken."

"You can tell your aunt that you had a fight."

“You sound very experienced.”

Moses suddenly remembered something else: "…but my injured wrist is my right wrist. How can I take the history exam?"

Two young people looked at each other in bewilderment in the wilderness far away from the human habitation in the suburbs of New York.

Connor coughed dryly. "Maybe it will be fine when you take the exam? But then again, Damian has been quiet since a while ago. Who is operating the computer in the Batcave now?"

There was a rustling sound of electricity in his communicator.

Then a deep, scary, adult voice came from inside.

Batman: "It's me."