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

Matthew remained silent for a long time before he could barely accept the fact that Purple Man had died suddenly. Now, looking back, he suddenly felt like a clown.

The enemy, whom they had been relentlessly pursuing for years, was killed instantly by the sudden opening of the door, turning into a mural, simply because he stood behind the door in a daze for a moment.

The irony was so strong that it almost made Matthew, the superhero, question the meaning of his own existence.

"Jessica, you are kind-hearted and have unlimited potential. If it were you, you could definitely do better than me."

Matthew has been feeling increasingly overwhelmed lately, as Hell's Kitchen has become even more chaotic since Kingpin began his massive recruitment drive.

Many highly skilled and powerful individuals, for reasons unknown, voluntarily joined Kingpin's ranks.

With the help of this force, Kingpin almost swept through the entire New York underworld.

With their power greatly increased, they became even more unscrupulous, bribing the police, kidnapping officials, assassinating leaders of rival forces, and doing anything that could make money...

His influence extended across almost the entire continent of Europe, encompassing arms smuggling, human trafficking, money laundering, and drug trafficking.

Of course, if that's all there is to it, taking down a mob boss wouldn't be difficult. For example, the non-human members of the Avengers could easily kill Kingpin.

But they couldn't do that. Kingpin was a legitimate businessman who paid astronomical amounts of taxes every year, and he also maintained close working relationships with many politicians.

Unless Director Fury feels he might jeopardize world peace, he wouldn't risk immense political pressure to target his own financial backer.

It's perfectly understandable for wealthy people to do bad things in America.

"Daredevil, you want to train me to be a superhero?" Jessica looked surprised.

Matthew nodded solemnly: "That's right, I'm confident I can help you become a superheroine like Spider-Woman."

In his view, Jessica has a sense of justice and the potential to become a hero; her talent should not be buried.

"Thank you for your kind words, but I'm sorry, I've never had such thoughts." Jessica shook her head without hesitation and declined.

"Just because it's not happening now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. You can contact me anytime if you change your mind." Matthew didn't press the issue further; he firmly believed that power could change a person.

Living in such a chaotic world, it's too difficult to remain unaffected. Even if you try not to think about anything, the harsh reality will force you to think, and if you don't do anything, the tide of the times will push you to do something.

Before leaving, Matthew handed Jessica a business card with his real name and address on it, and then disappeared at the end of the street.

Jessica stared in the direction Matthew had left, frowned, remained silent for a moment, and then casually stuffed the business card into her pocket.

In her view, being a superhero is just a dream, a dream she once had, but a dream is not reality. Rather than shouldering the grand mission of saving the world, she prefers to live a serious life with her loved ones.

However, her beloved never thought about life at all.

He just wants to cause trouble.

……

Late at night, Fisker Building, top-floor office.

The thick darkness almost swallowed the entire space, with only a table lamp casting a dim light that illuminated Kingpin's gloomy face.

"Damn it...damn it...damn it..."

For some reason, this underworld emperor who ruled the entire New York underground was in a very unsettled mood at this moment.

His fingers tapped impatiently on the table, his eyes glancing frequently at his phone, as if waiting for an important call.

Suddenly, a faint yet unusually clear scraping sound came from beside my ear.

Kingpin was suddenly startled and instinctively looked up at the window, his pupils contracting sharply.

A figure, like a ghost, floated outside the glass curtain wall about a hundred meters above the ground, gradually becoming clear in the faint light of neon and moonlight—

"Hi, gurgling milk~"

It was Gray, his big smile almost pressed against the glass, as he tapped the glass lightly with his finger, the crisp sound particularly eerie in the night sky.

"Father...Fatherland people..."

A chill ran down my spine, and my heart began to pound uncontrollably!

At this moment, Kingpin couldn't help but recall that night three months ago, a night dominated by fear.

With a "click".

Gray forcefully shattered the seemingly ordinary but actually blast-proof glass that could withstand repeated bombardments from several rocket launchers, and floated lightly into the office.

"Dude, you look a little nervous."

Gray, a faint smile on his face, patted Kingpin's shiny bald head twice with practiced ease, then casually rubbed his hand against Kingpin's spotless white suit before asking, "Is what I asked for ready?"

"Yes, sir, they're all here..."

Kingpin snapped out of his daze, obediently lowered his head, and quickly took two large file bags from his desk drawer, placing them on the table: "A total of seventy-three people, all under 25 years old, from all over the world. Regardless of their physique, appearance, or temperament, they have all been screened according to your requirements."

"How many? 73??"

Upon hearing this, Gray's expression changed instantly, and his eyes surged with terrifying dark red energy.

Kingpin straightened up abruptly, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly, and calmly explained, "We can have as many as we want, but don't you think quality is more important than meaningless quantity?"

"Your confidence has successfully piqued my interest."

Gray squinted and thought for a moment, then withdrew his destructive ray, picked up the file bag, and walked to the sofa. He dumped two large stacks of photos and personal data onto the coffee table, sat down, and began to look through them with great interest.

Upon seeing this, Kingpin's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, cold sweat streamed down his face, and his eyes were fixed on Gray like a prisoner awaiting trial.

Three months ago, he had experienced similar pressure, his life and death completely in Gray's hands. Even when his son was killed, he could only swallow his anger and act like a dog being manipulated.

"Wow, those breasts! I'm totally blown away!"

"And those legs! I feel like I could play with them for a whole year!"

"Seriously?! What country is this girl from? Her face is totally my type!"

"It's good, I love watching it."

"If there were a little more, it would be perfect."

Gray wasn't entirely satisfied with Kingpin's efficiency, but his meticulous attitude was commendable.

Thinking this, a smile returned to his face: "Where are my sisters now?"

"Most of them are already in New York. I've arranged for them to stay in a newly developed apartment building by the group; it's very secluded and safe. A small group is still on their way." Kingpin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered something and added, "A batch was just delivered tonight; they should still be in the building. Should we have someone bring them up?"

"Hurry up!"

Gray smiled and nodded.

Kingpin's lips twitched, and he nodded in agreement.

Shortly after, with a crisp "ding," the elevator doors on the top floor slowly opened.

One, two, three... a total of ten slender and graceful girls walked out one after another. They all looked to be around twenty years old, with outstanding looks and extraordinary temperament.

But at this moment, their faces were filled with unease, their eyes were filled with fear, and their bodies were trembling slightly with fear.

Gray sat on the sofa, legs casually crossed, chin resting on one hand, his gaze fixed on the girls who had just arrived. A hint of curiosity appeared on his face as he asked, "What are those things they're wearing on their hands?"

The white gunmen accompanying Kingpin exchanged glances. Seeing that Kingpin remained silent, one of them hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and respectfully explaining, "Sir, this thing is called a restraint lock. It's a tool used to stabilize the emotions of hostages."

For high-quality girls like them, we also prepare some sedatives to prevent accidental scratches or abrasions during transportation, which would significantly reduce their value.

"You look perfectly human, so why are you barking like a dog?"

Upon hearing this, Gray couldn't help but roll his eyes, then with a "whoosh," he glanced sideways and instantly turned the four gunmen into eight pieces.

Seeing the blood flowing all over the ground, he angrily pounded his leg: "I don't want to hear similar misleading words again, like 'hostage' or 'binding lock'!"

We are law-abiding citizens, legitimate taxpayers! We are simply recruiting beautiful and capable female employees, not secretly engaging in any dark or despicable activities!

"Kingpin, get on with the employee training and improve everyone's overall quality. This kind of rotten apple, who's been bullying our female colleague, needs to be removed from our team as soon as possible. If it happens again, your wife and adopted daughter are fucking dead, understand?"

"I will give the instructions immediately..."

Yes, that's the style. He'd kill entire families at the drop of a hat. Kingpin was so angry he almost bit his teeth off, but he dared not show the slightest change in expression.

Many other highly skilled superhumans have had similar experiences to him, claiming to be his subordinates, but in reality, they are all dogs raised by Homelander.