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

Natasha was missing for three days and three nights. S.H.I.E.L.D. mobilized almost all its manpower and sent nearly a thousand agents to search the entire United States, but they could not find a single trace of her.

All that is known is that she was taken away by Homelander and last appeared at the Empire State Building. The terrible disaster that day resulted in the deaths and injuries of nearly 300 tourists, and the foundation of the Empire State Building was severely damaged, so it was planned to be demolished by explosives that same day.

This historic and expensive landmark building was forced to retire from the historical stage simply because the people of the motherland were in a hurry to urinate.

"Chief, we've found Agent Natasha!"

The aircraft carrier, hidden tens of thousands of meters in the air, slowly cruised above New York City. Nick Fury stood calmly at the control panel, then turned sharply upon hearing the news: "Where is she?"

The technician said in a strange tone, "A minute ago, Agent Natasha's location signal returned to normal, showing her location as on the aircraft carrier. I confirmed through internal monitoring that she is currently in her personal lounge."

Chief Fury's expression shifted inexplicably for a moment, before he finally said calmly, "I understand. Don't let anyone disturb her." He paused, then asked in a subtle tone, "How does she look?"

"No obvious abnormalities."

"Yes, it's good that Natasha is back. The focus should remain on monitoring extraterrestrial threats."

He waved for everyone to go about their business, then frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Could I have guessed wrong?"

……

The night was as dark as ink, and a dark and thick evil force seemed to transform into a ferocious monster, slowly extending its terrifying claws to envelop the entire Manhattan.

Midtown, Hell's Kitchen.

The evil forces led by Kim Jong-un committed an outrageous act tonight: they brazenly broke into a residential house and forcibly abducted nearly fifty young girls under the pretext of checking their health. The heinous nature of this incident immediately drew the attention of the local police.

For the safety of citizens and to maintain world peace, New York Police Commissioner George slammed his fist on the table and decided to personally lead his officers on a field visit. He vowed that no matter who the criminals were or what challenges they faced, they would bring them to justice!

But as soon as they arrived at their destination, his capable henchmen said that their stomachs were not feeling well and they wanted to go home to take a dump.

"Fuck them, they have rocket launchers!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three police cars suddenly took off, and huge flames illuminated the entire block. In just an instant, 12 police officers died in the line of duty.

"Calling for backup!!"

Chief George's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the room. The remaining officers scrambled into roadside bunkers, yelling and shouting as they raised their Glocks in retaliation.

Da da da!

However, the gunfire did not last long; about five minutes later, only a handful of the 31 officers on duty were dead.

Their enemy was a mob armed with semi-automatic rifles.

They fired wildly without restraint, and under the overwhelming firepower, spent shell casings flew everywhere and sparks flew all over the ground.

The police were pinned down behind cover, not daring to even lift their heads. The dense bullets pounded the cover, sending up countless fragments.

Is this the right thing to do?

On a high-rise building not far away, Rhino, Vulture, Colossus, and Gambit looked down at the chaotic scene below with solemn expressions.

A raging fire shot into the sky, turning the dark night sky crimson, and thick smoke billowed continuously, filling the streets and alleys with the smell of gunpowder.

At the same time, police cars with flashing red and blue lights rushed to the scene from all directions, their sirens blaring and almost tearing the night apart.

The four couldn't help but question Kingpin's arrangements. Homelander's performance targets were not impossible to achieve, and this blatant confrontation with the police was hardly a wise move.

The reason why underground forces are so difficult to deal with, even leaving the authorities helpless, is not because of their firepower, but because of their mobility—their ability to break into smaller units and hide in every corner of the city at any time.

Once exposed without any scruples, they will face not only police crackdowns, but also strong intervention from the state apparatus.

At that time, even if the firepower were ten or a hundred times stronger, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock when facing a well-trained and well-equipped regular army, with absolutely no chance of victory.

"Fuck you!"

Vulture shrugged irritably, the clanging of his metal wings particularly jarring. He spat and cursed, "What on earth is Kingpin thinking? Making us cause such a commotion? Isn't that just asking for trouble? Damn it, I should have known he was just a stinking bug in the gutter, completely unqualified to lead us! Homelander must have been fooled by him to give him such a high position."

Upon hearing this, the King of Cards smiled slightly. He casually toyed with the power card in his hand and said softly, "Indeed, things have blown up, and no one will fare well. Perhaps we should unite, explain the situation to the Homelanders, and find a more rational leader."

"A leader? You?"

The vulture narrowed its eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Gambit shrugged, looking innocent, but his tone carried a hint of provocation: "I didn't say that, but who can predict the future? Maybe it'll be me, maybe it'll be you, or maybe it'll be Colossus. After all... Colossus is the strongest. When Homelander recruited him, he didn't deliberately mess with him."

The Rhino scratched his head, pondered for a moment with a confused look in his eyes, and said in a gruff voice, "The Vulture is right, Gambit is right, Kingpin is an idiot."

Colossus watched the chaotic scene below silently, occasionally frowning slightly, as if deep in thought.

The vulture glanced at him and pressed, "Colossus, what are your thoughts?"

Colossus crossed his arms, his metallic skin gleaming coldly in the firelight. He spoke slowly, "There's no point in saying this now. Do you dare defy the will of your homeland? At least until this is over, Kingpin is in charge."

Upon hearing this, the three fell silent. Not to mention disobeying Homelander, they didn't even dare to look him in the eye, fearing that if they blinked, they would be misunderstood as disrespecting him and die a horrible death.

"What do we do when someone gets in our way?"

Suddenly, the vulture broke the silence with narrowed eyes, its sinister gaze fixed on the other end of the building.

Under the moonlight, a lithe and graceful figure suddenly flashed by.

She swung swiftly down from the top of the building, her spider silk gleaming coldly silver in the firelight. She wore her signature red and black battle suit, the tight fabric outlining her graceful figure.

Behind the mask were a pair of bright, clear eyes, like cold stars in the night sky, keenly scanning their surroundings.

Upon landing, her slender toes moved as lightly as a falling feather, making no sound. She deftly retracted her spider silk, and almost in the blink of an eye, several armed thugs fell to the ground.

Unbeknownst to them, coils of spider silk had bound them tightly, preventing them from struggling.

The newcomer was none other than the famous Spider-Woman.

At the same time, deep footsteps came from the dark alley, their rhythm steady and powerful.

Daredevil Matthew appeared like a phantom of the night, his body leaning slightly forward, the tip of his cane lightly tapping the ground, the crisp "tap tap tap" sound like a countdown from fate.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy motorcycle roared through the night, its engine blazing deafeningly loud, and the Punisher Frank appeared like a vengeful demon.

His cold, stern face was filled with determination and resolve. The striking white skull on his chest exuded a chilling aura in the night. He carried an RPG rocket launcher on his shoulder, the muzzle radiating a menacing, deadly presence.

The moment the motorcycle came to a stop, the tires screeched violently against the ground, emitting a sharp, piercing sound, as if announcing to the evil forces that their doomsday had arrived.

Because the heroes have arrived!

Do not--!

In fact, another superhero arrived at the scene much earlier.

His majestic figure is now standing in a roadside milk tea shop, leisurely drinking milk tea with the milk tea girls.

Yes, it's Homelander.

This new member of the Avengers, known as the most perfect man in the multiverse, slowly got up after noticing the commotion outside. His gaze swept over the police officer's corpse under his feet, and his originally peaceful eyes instantly turned heavy.

In an instant, the fire of justice burned fiercely in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt. He pressed his lips together, tears of grief streaming down his face. He vowed in his heart that he would severely punish these villains tonight and restore justice to New York City!

"Where is my father-in-law, Chief George?"