Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

After several days of getting to know Jessica, Gray felt he was practically invincible. Thor, the Sorcerer Supreme, Thanos, and Dormammu would all have to give him some face for now.

They're all just people who sell their wares at bargain prices!

With just his sight and hearing, he could easily pinpoint Mindy, who was dozens of kilometers away. He could even hear her muttering about being a bastard and a scoundrel, disappearing for days to pick up girls, and having new clothes but no longer wanting the old ones.

Such great power, attributed to an individual, especially a super narcissistic Chinese, is bound to cause arrogance.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

"Beast! Beast! Beast!"

Bored out of her mind, Mindy could only pass the time by drawing circles and cursing Grey.

As for the kidnappers' threats, she didn't take them too seriously.

The reason is simple: she is a 12-year-old girl, whose intrinsic value is almost zero.

There's no doubt they're after Gray, and if Gray shows himself, these scoundrels will be lucky to even have a decent corpse, to put it bluntly.

Thinking of this, Mindy's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of pity, and she even whispered a prayer to God, hoping that they would be at peace and happy after death.

The gang members felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Her emotions are so stable; she doesn't seem like a 12-year-old girl at all."

The speaker was Emma Grace, a newly recruited member of Hellfire, a mutant with powerful psychic abilities.

"Hit-Girl, I've heard of her. After all, she's famous, so it's not surprising that she's doing this."

Earl Wright, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a vagabond, is said to have lived for centuries and has been begging in New York for the last few decades. He has an extremely strong vitality and is often mistaken for a vampire.

The kidnappers' temporary hideout was an abandoned church in the far suburbs of New York, a secluded place that no one would easily find.

What's even more intriguing is that there are several iron cages inside the church. Although it's hard to understand why a respectable church would have such things, they're perfect for imprisoning hostages.

Mindy was locked in a cage, but she showed no signs of distress or unease about being trapped.

She walked briskly back and forth in the cramped space, as if she were counting her daily steps.

"Could you please stop spinning me around? You're making me dizzy."

The third kidnapper was burly and, according to his own description, was about five times stronger than an average person and possessed extremely strong fighting abilities. He was a henchman recently recruited by Magneto and called himself a fighting master.

"None of your business, you idiot."

Mindy glanced at it coldly, her chin slightly raised, her face full of disdain.

After spending a lot of time with Gray, Mindy also picked up some bad habits and became a bit arrogant in her behavior.

The martial arts master's expression froze instantly, almost thinking he was the hostage. He couldn't help but laugh in exasperation: "Can I teach her a lesson?"

Before his accomplices could speak, Mindy put her hands on her hips and smiled faintly: "That's hilarious. Nameless henchmen are better off keeping a low profile. Don't say anything that doesn't fit your script, or your whole family will die."

"Me? A nobody?"

Upon hearing this, the fighting master's breath hitched. He was no saint; he had fought in underground boxing matches, killed police officers, and was wanted to the point of desperation before choosing to join the Hellfire Club, seeking refuge under Magneto's protection.

"Thinking that because you're young, adults will always pamper and tolerate you?" He clenched his fist, stood up, and walked towards the iron cage, cruelly laughing, "Your thinking is correct, and you know how to use your advantages, but unfortunately, you've met me. I hate brats like you the most—willful, arrogant, and rude. My approach to all these bad habits is to help you become obedient!"

"Mr. Barr, please calm down!"

Seeing the fighting master's grim expression, as if he really intended to make a move, Emma spoke up to dissuade him: "The hostage is an important bargaining chip for us in our negotiations with Homelander. What we seek is cooperation, not confrontation. Harming her will only enrage Homelander."

"Sorry, I've never heard of this bullshit Homelander, and I don't understand why Magneto values ​​him so much. But since I've chosen to join Hellfire, I will naturally respect the leader's choice."

The martial arts master paused, then said coldly, "But that doesn't mean I'll just give in. As the proactive party, assertiveness is the attitude we should have. Whether in cooperation or conflict, being timid will only lead to being looked down upon. Would you cooperate with a weak rabbit to steal food from a tiger?"

"No, definitely not."

Mindy nodded in agreement: "What I'm saying may not be pleasant to hear, but I really mean it for you. Run, run as far away as possible."

"A weakling like you, if you anger my hot-tempered husband, he could kill you with a single sneeze."

The martial arts master showed no reaction after hearing this, but upon closer inspection, one could see that his cheeks were twitching slightly, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

Emma was speechless, unable to figure out where Mindy's confidence came from, and she couldn't even bring herself to say anything to persuade her.

"That's enough, you two, that's enough."

The speaker was the last robber, with cascading blond hair, a delicate face, and deep, watery blue eyes. His appearance bore a striking resemblance to the famous actress Jennifer Lawrence, with seven or eight points of resemblance.

When she appeared, both the fighting master and Mindy gave her face and went silent.

The former knew she was Magneto's confidante and highly trusted, while the latter almost vomited from a punch and knew this stinky woman was not to be trifled with.

"Sister Raven, when can we leave here?" Emma had only recently joined Hellfire and was quite disgusted by Magneto's style of doing things. She just wanted to end this unpleasant mission as soon as possible.

"It will be soon. As long as we can successfully contact Homelander, given his relationship with this little girl, getting him to help us deal with some enemies shouldn't be too difficult," Raven said calmly.

She paused, then said earnestly, "Emma, ​​you have unlimited potential. Once you grow up, we won't need to deal with the enemy in this way anymore."

"Sometimes, we have to make choices that go against our conscience because we have too many enemies: governments, superheroes, the military, and even some of our fellow mutants who have been domesticated by humans... If we don't have enough power to arm ourselves, the mutant community will have no rights whatsoever."

"I admit that Black King is indeed a bit extreme, but his original intention was good. He used tough measures to force the government to repeal the anti-mutant law, and for that alone, we should support him."

Raven spoke at length, earnestly and patiently.

However, Emma only nodded perfunctorily after hearing this: "I will try my best, Sister Raven."

The vast difference in their ideologies was difficult to bridge with words. Although she could understand Magneto's predicament, she could never agree with the practice of using kidnapping to strengthen his own power.

Seeing Emma's feigned submission, Raven sighed inwardly, his heart filled with helplessness and worry.

The reason why mutants are in their current predicament is not only due to external pressures, but also, and more worryingly, the divisions and disagreements within the mutant community.

There are many mutants like Emma and Professor X who are eager for peace and even willing to sacrifice the interests of their fellow mutants. But in Raven's view, if compromise could solve problems, there would be no such thing as nuclear bombs on Earth.

"Everyone, can you feel the air vibrating?"

Suddenly, the homeless man who had been curled up and dozing in the corner of the church sat up abruptly, his eyes widening in astonishment.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the church felt that not only the air, but even the ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly.

"An earthquake...?"

Emma stumbled and quickly grabbed the bench next to her, looking around in a panic.

Then a series of loud "bangs" were heard, and the thick wall suddenly collapsed like a fragile biscuit.

Immediately afterwards, the cross hanging high on the wall also crashed heavily onto the prayer table amidst violent shaking, raising a cloud of dust.

"It's not an earthquake. Earthquakes don't produce such strong air convection waves." Raven bowed slightly, trying to steady himself, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the outside of the church.

Everyone followed her gaze, and in that instant, everyone's heart seemed to skip a beat.

Outside the church, dust filled the sky, the wind howled, and countless tree debris swirled upwards. The air seemed to be violently churned by an invisible hand, producing a deafening roar like an explosion.

"The temperature is rising!"

Someone shouted in terror.

To everyone's astonishment, despite being in New York at the end of December, they felt as if they were drenched in sweat and being hit by a wave of heat.

"What exactly happened?"

The change came too suddenly, and everyone seemed panicked and at a loss for what to do.

However, this panic did not last long.

When the image of God, symbolizing love and redemption, above their heads crumbled in the terrible disaster, people finally found the source of the tremor.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Because there is a mountain falling rapidly from above!

"This can't be... It must be a hallucination, it must be a hallucination!"

The fighting master was so frightened that he took two steps back and fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes filled with confusion and his pupils unfocused.

"Hahaha, this is outrageous! It's utterly absurd! Someone actually brought a mountain to smash us with?!"

The homeless man was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he bent over backwards, tears streaming down his face.

Emma seemed to still be in shock, staring blankly at the sky, her mind a complete blank, as if she had lost the ability to think.

"Is this how Homelanders talk... I don't know whether to feel honored or angry."

Raven gave a wry smile, then calmly sat cross-legged, resuming his original appearance.

The mountain hadn't actually fallen yet, but despair, like a pair of cold ropes, had already gripped their throats.

Running away is pointless.