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

Harry was terrified. Gray grabbed his hair and violently twisted him out of the Fisk Tower, which was a hundred meters high.

His eyes were wide open, his hands clutching his father's head tightly. The howling wind whipped at his face, and his body swayed helplessly in mid-air, each sway seeming as if he would fall into an abyss at any moment.

"I promise you, I'll do anything you want! Let me go, please let me go—"

Harry cried out at the top of his lungs, tears of fear streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. He looked at Grey pleadingly, like a wronged puppy.

"That's the normal reaction a person should have."

Grey nodded in satisfaction, grabbed Harry by the hair with one hand, and after Harry wet his pants, he casually tossed him to the feet of the golden soldier.

Then he turned around, brushed the stray hairs off his hands, and raised an eyebrow, indicating:

"What are you all standing there for? A new colleague is joining us, aren't you going to applaud?"

Snap! Snap! Snap!

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the office. Everyone looked at Harry's wet crotch and his face covered in snot and tears. Instead of showing any mockery, their faces were shrouded in a sense of melancholy.

Those who are standing here alive have basically had similar experiences.

The characters like Taskmaster, Doctor Octopus, Rhino, Vulture, Tombstone, Erica the Ninja, Gambit, Colossus, and Mudman are considered relatively intelligent.

The less intelligent characters, like Sandman, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, and even the infamous Winter Soldier Bucky, were all silently vanished from the face of the earth by Grey.

The iconic robotic arm is said to be stored in the basement of Mrston Manor.

It has become one of the collections of the people of the motherland.

Another new addition to our collection today: the Green Goblin's fairy glider.

"With the full support of the Osborn Group, I believe this month's performance will see a leapfrog increase. My target is 300. Are you all confident in achieving it?" Gray looked at everyone with excitement, his eyes full of expectation.

"have!"

At this point, saying there's nothing there would mean certain death, so even if there isn't, there must be something. If all else fails, just storm into someone's house and tie them up by force.

"Great, that's the kind of drive we need!"

Gray nodded in satisfaction, clearly appreciating everyone's enthusiasm for their work.

After finishing his chores, it was almost midnight. With nothing else to do, Gray went to Jessica's house again.

The room was quiet. He tiptoed into the bedroom through the window, then crouched down by the bedside, watching Jessica's peaceful face as she slept with great interest.

"Ugh... it's you again, you annoying brat... get out of my dream..."

Outside the window, the night breeze quietly slipped into the room, bringing a slight chill. The girl groggily opened her eyes a crack and happened to meet Gray's smiling face. She just blinked and then closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

At first, Jessica couldn't understand why she kept dreaming about Gray. They had only met once, and their time together wasn't exactly pleasant, but she kept dreaming about him every few days for three whole months.

Over time, this confusion gradually became a habit, and she even found a seemingly reasonable explanation for this strange phenomenon, such as that the two of them were attracted to each other, or that some quality of Gray deeply attracted her.

She was destined to be the dog of a man.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a few golden rays.

Jessica slowly woke up, stretched, and her beautiful body looked even more graceful in the gentle caress of the morning light. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her gaze inadvertently swept to the head of the bed, where Gray's figure seemed to still be squatting.

"Seriously, why did I even think of that guy first thing in the morning? I must be crazy!"

Jessica muttered to herself, and for some reason, a blush quickly spread across her cheeks. She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake off some unhealthy thoughts.

However, she failed. After hesitating for a moment, she glanced guiltily at the door, then bit her lower lip and shyly shrank back into the quilt. About half an hour later, she finally got out of bed and walked unsteadily into the bathroom to wash up.

"Jessica, the school bus will be here in ten minutes, so you'd better hurry. I've prepared a sandwich and hot milk for you, and it's in a thermos. Remember to eat them on the way."

Mrs. Jones's gentle and concerned voice came from downstairs.

"Thank you so much, Penia!" Jessica quickly poked her head out of the bathroom and called out to the downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, she glanced around warily, slammed the bathroom door shut, then squatted down and quickly changed into a brand new pair of pure white underwear. She then quickly put on thick black pantyhose and a short skirt. After tidying herself up, she pretended to be nonchalant as she walked downstairs, picked up her lunchbox, put on her cotton boots, and finally fled to school.

Hi, good morning, Jessica!

As soon as I got on the school bus, I saw Gwen with a big smile, waving happily at me. Her enthusiasm seemed to dispel all the gloom of the morning.

Good morning, Gwen.

Jessica returned the smile and, after entering the carriage, sat down in the empty seat next to Gwen.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Gwen's face suddenly showed a hint of worry: "Have you heard? Harry's father suffered a heart attack last night and died suddenly at home."

"Harry Osborn? I know him, a show-off rich kid. I've heard he's a nice guy, which is a shame," Jessica said casually, feigning regret.

"I don't know what's wrong, but lately one thing after another has been bothering me. First Peter was injured and hospitalized, and now Harry's father has died suddenly, and... in short, it's all very annoying."

Gwen stopped herself from speaking further, her previously relaxed brows slowly furrowing into a deep frown, and her smile vanished without a trace.

She hesitated, as if she had many unpleasant things weighing on her mind, but in the end she could only sigh helplessly. She turned her gaze to Jessica and said in a low voice, "Jessica, if you don't have anything to do at night, try to stay home as much as possible, especially in Manhattan. Avoid it if you can."

Mentioning Manhattan, a flash of anger immediately crossed the girl's eyes, because Hell's Kitchen had completely fallen into chaos, with idle thugs roaming the streets.

Moreover, they neither extort nor rob, but stare intently at passing girls. If they find one who is even slightly pretty, they will swarm her like mad dogs, shouting incomprehensible nonsense.

"Wow! This girl's overall score must be at least 80!"

"This one's not bad either, long legs add 5 points, bust size adds 5 points!"

"Quick, quick, quick! This one's looks are a perfect match; sending her to the backyard will fetch at least ten thousand US dollars!"

Whenever she heard such foul language, Gwen would fly into a rage, but it was no use. Faced with thousands of bastards, even if she didn't sleep for 24 hours, she was still helpless in the face of this chaotic situation.

She had every reason to suspect that the strange atmosphere in Hell's Kitchen was being orchestrated by an incredibly evil force.

Only by completely eradicating this scourge can we stop the situation from deteriorating further.

"No matter who you are, I will not let you go!" Gwen clenched her fists and silently made up her mind.