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

Jessica has been having some trouble lately. There are a few annoying bitches at her new school who like to cause her trouble, which has led to her accidentally revealing her superpowers several times and becoming the freak that her classmates talk about.

Freak?

Jessica scoffed. That was nothing more than ignorant malicious slander against the unknown. Even without the freak, given her appearance and background, she would still be labeled with other tags, such as promiscuous, aloof, and prone to self-defense.

She hated her new school and her new family.

The new school forced her to integrate into a group of mentally challenged people, while the new family reminded her of her happy past.

Superpowers are like a curse for Jessica, but she doesn't resist them, nor does she believe that they were bought with her parents' deaths. However, every time she uses them, she can't help but think of the car accident that happened a few months ago.

So she's very annoyed now.

"Fuck you, Damon. I'm not your girlfriend, so I have no obligation to sleep with you. Get the hell out of here with your bunch of jerks before I lose my temper."

Jessica felt like an idiot. She rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving behind a few grumbling boys her age.

Damon Angus, a muscular man who is popular with young girls, thinks that all girls should be swarming around him, which makes Jessica wonder if all he has in his head is muscles and shit.

"Hey, Jessica, I invited you to Chicago, and we agreed beforehand that you'd stay here for one night. You said yes!"

"Yes, I did agree, because there were two girls who came with us, but they disappeared as soon as they got off the plane, which forced me to go back to New York as soon as possible."

"That's not my fault. Maggie and Jenny have friends here, and they went to see their friends. What could I do?"

Damon, looking annoyed, stopped the girl and pleaded in a low voice, "Jessica, please, give me some face. At least in other people's eyes, we're a couple."

"Sleeping together was just a joke, of course. There are six of us, and they're all sharing a room, except for the two of us who are sleeping separately. Doing that would make me lose face. I can assure you, I won't touch a single hair on your head."

"What guarantees? Damon, admit it, your intentions in inviting me weren't pure from the start. I have excellent hearing, and your conversation disgusted me. Looking for a chance to have some fun? Sorry, I'm not a prostitute..."

Jessica shook her head with a cold laugh, the disdain in her eyes infuriating Damon.

"You damn bitch, don't think I don't know what kind of scum you are. Everyone's saying you have a guy outside of school, one of those greasy, fat, pot-bellied men. What, you feel good being pinned down by someone like that?"

Damon dropped all pretense and wore a sullen, sour face.

As he spoke, his gaze roamed unabashedly from top to bottom, taking in the girl's delicate features, full breasts, firm thighs, and pert buttocks.

A lewd smile played on his lips as he seemed to be contemplating what to eat that night.

"Damon, I didn't want to make things too awkward for everyone, but you insisted on courting death, so don't blame me."

Jessica took two steps back with a regretful expression, then raised her thigh and kicked out with a powerful groin kick.

Snapped--

As if some kind of water sac had burst, Damon's features contorted and turned white at a visible speed. His mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and under Jessica's calm gaze, his eyes slowly rolled back before he collapsed unconscious with a thud.

"Dave?!"

She heard gasps of surprise from the bastards behind her, and Jessica quickened her pace, leaving with a cold expression.

In order to fit in with a group of mentally challenged people, she not only wasted a wonderful weekend but also spent almost a week's allowance, which made her very unhappy.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, a dessert shop with a large ice cream sign caught the girl's eye.

"I'll rest for a bit first, then catch this afternoon's flight back to New York. Luckily Jones is generous, otherwise I'd be starving right now..."

In late August, Chicago was scorching hot, with temperatures approaching 40 degrees Celsius. Even Jessica, who was in excellent physical condition, felt a sudden dryness in her mouth.

Jessica was grateful to the Jones family who adopted her. The kind couple treated her almost like their own daughter, giving her plenty of pocket money and never interfering in her private life.

However, adoptive parents are still adoptive parents, and at least in the short term, Jessica finds it difficult to integrate into that still somewhat unfamiliar family, nor can she get too close to the Joneses.

"Boss, vanilla, strawberry, and banana, please add three scoops of each, please!"

While Jessica was in line, she suddenly saw a strange man appear next to the front counter and shove a little girl who had been waiting in line for a long time into the ground.

The little girl immediately screamed in anger and kicked the man's buttocks repeatedly. However, the man simply took out a lollipop, stuck it into the little girl's mouth, pulled it out, and stuck it in again. After repeating this several times, the little girl stared blankly with her mouth wide open, as if her soul had left her body.

After dealing with the annoying little girl, the man barged into the kitchen and personally taught the female employee how to make nine-layer ice cream.

Please, how can one ice cream cone be stacked with nine balls!

Jessica watched from afar, secretly making sarcastic remarks.

"Hey kid, manners are a good thing. Didn't your mother teach you to queue when you buy things?"

A burly white man, enraged by the injustice, walked up to the man, puffing out his massive chest muscles, and warned, "I advise you to stop your foolish behavior, or you might end up eating my fist instead of ice cream!"

Upon hearing this, the man glanced at the burly man, gave him a friendly smile, and then casually turned his head back to make ice cream while holding the female shop assistant's small hand.

His attitude was extremely arrogant.

The little girl stomped her feet in anger, the female shop assistant forced a smile, and the onlookers dared not speak out against her anger.

The burly white man frowned, suppressing his anger, and said, "I understand. After all, no one can resist the temptation of ice cream in the middle of summer, especially vanilla and strawberry flavors. Although it's surprising, your taste is just as good as mine, so I'm willing to give you another chance. Go to the back of the line; that's what everyone should do!"

After listening to the burly man's rambling, the man suddenly seemed to remember something. Looking puzzled, he asked, "Hey buddy, can I borrow some money?"

"Walter?"

"Not too much, 10 yuan is enough."

"Fuck you, are you fucking messing with me?" The burly man, unable to contain his anger any longer, glared at me and took two steps closer.

"I didn't mean to mess with you, I really just wanted to borrow ten yuan from you."

The man reached down to his lower back, pulled out a Browning M1911 pistol he had found earlier, pressed it against the burly man's stomach, and demanded with an air of self-righteousness, "You don't look like a stingy person, can't even lend me ten bucks?"

"this......"

The burly man slowly lowered his head with a stiff expression, and the moment the gun came into view, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

is the real thing.

And it's a military version!

Feeling the cool touch on his stomach and the man's sincere gaze, the burly man nodded: "It's not that I'm unwilling, but I think 10 yuan is far from enough. I hope to lend you all the money I have on me, a total of 500 yuan."

"How could I possibly accept this?"

"Everyone encounters difficulties at times, it's okay, brother, take it all, OK?"

The burly man took out his wallet to pay, but then thought it was inappropriate and simply handed the whole wallet to Gray.

"Alright, since you insist."

Gray reluctantly accepted the wallet, pulled out a green bill and placed it on the counter, winked at the young female clerk, then put away his pistol, patted the burly man's arm and laughed:

"How about we grab a couple of drinks later? My treat!"