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

"Sweetie, come on, open your mouth a little wider."

Before Natasha could react, a large, sticky lump of stuff was forced into her mouth. Her bright eyes widened involuntarily, her snow-white neck arched slightly, and she gripped her trouser legs tightly with both hands.

Almost instantly, a fishy and salty taste suddenly burst in my mouth, like waves crashing against rocks. Then, my tongue unconsciously stirred it gently, and the sticky substance, like a sprout breaking through the soil, released a strange and fresh aroma.

The taste was incredibly complex. After Natasha swallowed it with difficulty, her beautiful eyelashes fluttered gently, as if she still wanted more.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Seeing her bizarre reaction, Gray also took a bite, and to his surprise, the caviar tasted really good!

"Can we get down to business now?" Natasha sighed helplessly.

She had tried hitting him, cursing him, and even threatening him with the Avengers, but nothing had worked.

Grey always had that same grinning face, and his eyes held an indescribable strangeness, filled with doting and amusement, looking at her like she was a pet.

"No, no, I want to be fed too."

And it's so cloying, it's unbearable!

Natasha got goosebumps all over her body and anxiously searched for a weapon. Then her eyes lit up, she grabbed a knife from the table, and stabbed it without hesitation.

If Gray isn't stabbed to death immediately, she might go insane!

With a muffled thud, the tip of the knife came to an abrupt stop.

Then a strange "crackling" sound rang out.

Natasha's mouth dropped open in disbelief as Gray devoured the knife like a candy!

*Smack!*

Seeing that she wasn't willing to feed him, Gray had no choice but to lean in and suckle, then asked with satisfaction, "So, what's the important matter?"

"..."

Now that things had come to this, Natasha calmed down. The strength of Homelander was obvious to all, and she now understood why that bastard Nick Fury had insisted on sending her.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. would like to invite you to join the Avengers." She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

"Sure," Gray nodded readily.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Natasha paused, looking Gray up and down with a suspicious gaze, unable to believe that he could say such nice things.

"I said I agreed and would join the Women's Federation."

"Well... alright then, let me tell you about the benefits first."

Seeing that Gray wasn't joking, Natasha could only suppress her doubts and said seriously, "If you join S.H.I.E.L.D., you will have your own luxury car and mansion, and your monthly salary will be no less than 500,000."

You can make any equipment requests you need. S.H.I.E.L.D. possesses the world's most cutting-edge technology and has the world's most brilliant inventor, Tony Stark. We can fulfill any of your wildest ideas.

She paused here, noticing Gray intently examining the lifeline in his small hand, his expression extremely serious, and showing no sign of dissatisfaction with his treatment. She then continued through gritted teeth, "In terms of operational authority, you have extremely high freedom, able to carry out missions unimpeded in most parts of the world. Furthermore, you can access S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence resources distributed around the world, as well as the professional teams behind them providing you with..."

"etc!"

Gray suddenly interrupted, "I can accept anything before that, I'll give you as many luxury cars and mansions as you want, but I don't want to carry out the mission."

Natasha paused slightly, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and accepted your conditions. Isn't that enough?" Gray frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction, giving off a "don't be too greedy" look.

Natasha frowned and pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked hesitantly, "If my comprehension is correct... are you trying to get something for free?"

"How can you call it freeloading! Natasha, your vision and perspective are still a bit too narrow. With Homelander's name on the team, the Avengers' prestige increases by at least seven or eight levels!"

Gray cleared his throat and patiently explained, "From an economic perspective, wouldn't my existence bring S.H.I.E.L.D. a large amount of funding? Don't deny it, I believe Director Fury has already done so."

Besides, I have enormous political value. It's no exaggeration to say that your president would have to kowtow to me several times before meeting me!

The Avengers were boycotted by several countries recently, but with me here, this will never happen again.

Finally, there's my strategic value. The Women's Federation's deterrent power will increase many times over. Go out and ask around; which female villain doesn't tremble at the mere mention of my name?

Although it sounds like a ghost story, it makes sense when you think about it carefully.

"I don't want to waste time arguing with you. Just one question: what will it take for you to carry out the mission?" Natasha's tone grew increasingly impatient. She was there to recruit thugs, not to hire a father figure.

"Anything is possible as long as I'm happy."

"What can I do to make you happy?"

"It's actually quite simple to do, but explaining it might be a bit dry. If you don't mind, I'd like to demonstrate it for you myself." Gray smiled slightly, his expression innocent and natural.

"Do whatever you want, all I'm asking now is for you to stop talking nonsense! Gray, I'm here today to sincerely invite you to join the Women's League. If you're just looking for a woman to play house with, then there's no need to continue this conversation. I'm not that kind of woman!"

After chatting for a long time with no progress, the tofu was completely eaten up.

Natasha was furious, all her manners and professionalism vanished at that moment, and Gray's willfulness had pushed her to the limit.

"You said it, you can't go back on your word!"

Gray had been waiting and waiting, and that was exactly what he was waiting for.

The next second, with an excited expression, he suddenly stood up, and a powerful force erupted from his body, with invisible shockwaves spreading wildly in all directions in a ring shape.

Wherever it went, the air was compressed and emitted a muffled howl. The surrounding tables, chairs, tableware, and even the diners were overturned to the ground by the hurricane, and then thrown into the air like kites with broken strings, with terrified screams echoing throughout the restaurant.

"This isn't a convenient spot, let's find another place to demonstrate!"

Gray looked down at Natasha, the flames in his eyes so intense they made it hard for her to breathe. Before she could react, Gray hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing! Put me down right now!"

Such barbaric behavior instantly enraged Natasha. She pounded on him with her fists and even bit Gray's shoulder, but all her resistance was in vain.

Gray ignored him, his smile growing even brighter. He slightly braced his legs, and in the next second, he became a blur as he leaped out of the window.

A loud "bang!" rang out, as if a bomb had exploded inside the restaurant.

In an instant, the staircase shook violently, countless panes of glass shattered like snowflakes, the bricks on the wall surface burst open, and the rubble flew like bullets, revealing the twisted steel frame inside.

On one side of the building, a terrifying, huge dent, more than 50 meters in diameter, suddenly appeared, looking as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

Gray started at a hundred times the speed of sound, and the shockwave he unleashed was like a powerful punch, carrying an overwhelming force that nearly smashed through the magnificent Empire State Building.

Car sirens blared throughout the streets, and pedestrians, stunned by the sudden and terrifying disaster, froze on the spot before fleeing in panic.

Meanwhile, Gray, carrying Natasha, had already appeared on the western coast of the Pacific Ocean, three thousand kilometers away.

"Fuck..."

Natasha gritted her teeth, gripped the rocks with both hands, and struggled to stand firm, while behind her, the waves surged and crashed relentlessly.

Soon after, she took a big bite of caviar, which was far superior to anything in the restaurant in terms of viscosity, quantity, and freshness.