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

"Spider-Woman, is that all you've got?"

The vulture's piercing, mocking cry echoed from high above, reverberating through the streets. It circled in mid-air like a ghost, its broad, metallic wings like two dark clouds, casting shadows that enveloped Gwen and deepened her somber expression.

In close combat, Gwen was confident she could end the fight within a minute, but the vulture's aerial advantage was like a chasm blocking her way, impossible to cross.

Beneath the mask, Gwen clenched her teeth, her brows furrowed, her mind racing as she considered a solution.

She tried many times to close the distance with the vulture, hoping to deliver a fatal blow with her agility, but each time she was ruthlessly intercepted by the vulture's powerful firepower.

Vulture was originally an electrical engineer who, after the Battle of New York, used the technological remnants left behind by the Chitauri to develop this human-fitting flight combat suit.

Not only is its defense formidable, but it also incorporates many high-tech devices. Its sharp claws gleam with a cold light, as if they are about to tear open the throat of their prey at any moment. Its huge steel wings are loaded with many miniature bombs, and a single salvo can instantly destroy a street.

Actually, all of that was fine. What really gave Gwen a headache was the energy gun in the vulture's hand. Every time it was fired, it would melt a shocking hole in the ground.

"He was too cautious; I could hardly find an opportunity to get close."

Gwen silently chanted to herself, her spider silk projectiles poised to fire. Her nimble figure moved swiftly, shifting positions at high speed among streetlights, rooftops, and gaps between buildings, trying to find the right angle to attack.

However, the vulture, with its agile flying ability, always maintained a safe distance from her, and it was in no hurry to attack, just like toying with a mouse trapped in a cage.

This feeling of being manipulated made Gwen feel somewhat frustrated, or perhaps she simply couldn't wait any longer. With a determined heart, she quickly climbed a seven-story building, her eyes fixed on the vulture. Seizing the opportunity, she used spider silk to tear through two railings and hurled them forcefully into the sky.

But the vulture easily dodged the attack with a nimble sidestep in mid-air.

Then, before Gwen could fire her webs again, he suddenly extended his claws and grabbed at Gwen's shoulder.

"Oops!"

Gwen had a bad feeling and instinctively leaped back, narrowly avoiding the attack, but her foot slipped and she inevitably fell backward.

good chance!

The vulture's eyes gleamed with ferocity. After circling once in mid-air, it swooped down towards Gwen like an arrow released from a bow.

This time, its target was Gwen's head, intending to decapitate her!

Gwen felt weightless and floated in the air, like a kite with a broken string, helplessly swaying in the wind. Her heart was filled with panic, and she waved her hands wildly, trying to grab onto something.

But the spider silk was too late to retract, and for a moment it could only watch helplessly as the vulture's sharp claws attacked it.

"Damn it, why can't spiders fly!?"

Gwen's heart pounded, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back. Facing the vulture's fierce and insidious attack, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Given her current situation, it was almost impossible to avoid the attack unscathed. She bit her lower lip and had no choice but to turn her back to the vulture, intending to take the hit head-on.

I hope the injury isn't too serious...

Gwen pessimistically had this thought.

After gaining extraordinary power, she once fell from the fifth floor during a battle. The moment she landed, it felt like all the bones in her body were broken. Although she was in excruciating pain, she was not in mortal danger.

At this moment, she not only has to face the injuries from falling, but also the threat of being attacked with a sharp weapon. To be honest, she has no confidence at all about whether she can save her life.

"Spider-Woman, I'm here! Fall with confidence, I'll catch you right away!"

Just as Gwen was feeling somewhat desperate, a loud roar suddenly came from below.

She opened her eyes abruptly and quickly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a man standing directly below her. Due to the dim light, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could clearly feel the determination in his eyes.

Catch it? Is that even possible?

A seven-story building, nearly 15 meters high, with a weight of about 55 kilograms, would generate enough impact to kill an ordinary person. Even if the other person tried to cushion the fall, their arm would be broken.

Gwen quickly did some mental calculations, and her face immediately filled with anxiety:

"Quick! Get out of the way!"

She shouted with all her might, her voice filled with worry. She couldn't let an ordinary person bear such danger; what difference would that make from killing him with her own hands?

But then, that anxiety turned into astonishment, and then into shock!

Because the man below neither dodged nor reached out to catch her, he simply shifted his position slightly, then looked up and closed his eyes.

"Why didn't he dodge? Doesn't he know how dangerous that is? What is he thinking?!"

Countless questions exploded in Gwen's mind, making her thoughts somewhat chaotic. Although she couldn't understand the man's intentions, she still felt a surge of emotion. At least when she was in deep danger, someone was willing to stand up and protect her.

"Even if it costs me my life, I will never let anything happen to you!"

Gray spoke with unwavering conviction, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his expression cold and solemn, like a fearless warrior facing death.

At the same time, two soft, fluffy things suddenly slammed into his face, and he finally couldn't hold back, revealing a strange expression of enjoyment.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled "thump" was heard.

The two instantly lost their balance and fell to the ground. Gray didn't utter a sound and went straight to sleep.

Gwen rolled over twice in a disheveled manner, clutching her buttocks tightly with both hands. It took her a lot of effort to stand up. Perhaps because she was seriously injured, she made strange groaning sounds.

Despite the excruciating pain in her pelvis, Gwen turned to look at Gray. Seeing him unconscious, her heart tightened, and she rushed over anxiously, pulling him into her arms. "Hang in there! I'll get you to the hospital right away!"

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Gwen quickly examined Gray's injuries, finding no visible wounds on the surface.

But she knew that was impossible. Recalling the scene just now, she realized that the other person had caught her with their face, and she guessed that Gray was likely suffering from internal bleeding or even a concussion.

Suddenly, Gwen seemed to remember something and looked around warily: "Where are the vultures?"

In the grass more than a hundred meters away.

The vulture collapsed to the ground, its beak wide open, its eyes completely unfocused, staring blankly and listlessly at the sky.

Bright red blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, mixed with small pieces of broken organs, a horrifying sight.

Recalling when Gray first appeared, he only spat at him, and almost in that instant, half of his body seemed to be wiped away by an invisible force, leaving only a huge, bloody wound.

"I understand... I finally understand... Homelander, you utter beast!"

With its last ounce of strength, the vulture let out a desperate, furious howl, its voice filled with regret, anger, and a hint of grievance, echoing mournfully in the empty surroundings.

He was filled with grief, and only now did he fully see the cruel truth—his and his companions' groveling and desperate attempts to please were taken for granted by the people of their homeland, and they had never received any respect from them.

No, the Homelanders didn't even consider them human beings!