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

"Mutants? Superhumans? Alien freaks? Holy crap, thank goodness I held back my temper, otherwise it wouldn't be a lollipop poking me..."

Mindy McCready, twelve years old, loves eating candy, listening to music, and killing. Known in the underworld as "Invincible, Sexy, Beautiful, and Cute Killer Girl," she is currently huddled under the table, hugging her knees and staring at the misty world with wide eyes, trembling.

She had seen many dead people and killed many people, but never before had she faced death so directly as she had today.

They truly came into direct contact with death.

Mindy felt a chill run down her spine. If she had acted even slightly more recklessly, she might have ended up like the unfortunate man lying in a pool of blood.

"He stirred up a hornet's nest over a single sentence, and then went on to pick up girls. How mentally unstable does someone have to be to be this crazy..."

Mindy swallowed hard, crouched down, lifted her short skirt, and moved inch by inch with her short legs covered in striped knee-high socks, crawling silently out of the store like a cat.

About five minutes later, Mindy finally left the ice cream shop where the air was almost frozen and the smell of blood was nauseating. She took deep breaths, as if she had been reborn.

She suddenly remembered something her eldest father had once said.

"Mindy, what's terrifying isn't the dead, or the blood, but the fear of having your life controlled by others, of dying at any moment. You may not understand now, but if you ever do, don't hesitate, run away immediately."

……

Gray sensed something was off.

Jessica didn't speak and ignored him, as if she was angry.

The crowd trembled all over, as if they had lost their parents.

This left Gray somewhat puzzled. He was acting bravely, doing good deeds, and promoting positive energy, so why were people unhappy?

"I don't understand it, so I don't care anymore. What do I care if they're happy or not?" Gray was always easygoing. He let go of Jessica and happily went to pick up Damon's lost wallet.

Since Damon is dead and the wallet is ownerless, there's no need to worry about the owner finding it; you can confidently keep it for yourself.

"His strength and speed are both above mine. In a head-on fight, I am no match for him..." Jessica clenched her fists, secretly gathering her strength, feeling extremely nervous.

Unlike Mindy, whose background is complicated, Jessica, despite possessing superpowers, is naive and grew up in an ordinary family. The fact that she wasn't scared to tears at this moment is quite admirable.

"Jessica, would you like some more ice cream?"

Having inherited Damon's legacy, Gray felt much more confident. He knew that one couldn't be too stingy when pursuing girls; money had to be spent where necessary.

"I have no appetite..."

He had just killed someone and was now flirting with a girl without batting an eye. Jessica looked at Gray speechlessly, and her tension eased a little.

Ultimately, the reason the other party killed was largely for their own benefit; regardless of the methods used, they were at least motivated by good intentions...

No, no, no, that's bullshit kindness, it's lust!

This bastard makes no attempt to hide his intentions; he's determined to sleep with me...

Jessica looked around the store; it was completely empty, not a soul in sight. Everyone, including the female clerk, had vanished.

"You killed someone, the police will be here soon, aren't you going to run away?" Jessica wanted to leave too, but her wrist was once again tightly gripped, and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she tried.

Moreover, this guy is extremely shameless. Not satisfied with just holding my wrist, he interlocked his fingers with mine and smiled at me with a gentle expression.

Jessica couldn't help but laugh, feeling both amused and exasperated. If she wasn't mistaken, she had been kidnapped.

"Escape? There's no need for that. As long as they're not afraid of dying in the line of duty, I'm not afraid of wasting my time."

Gray shrugged indifferently.

To be honest, getting entangled with the police is definitely a bit of a hassle. If it weren't for Jessica, he would probably have avoided it because of his extreme laziness and found a quiet place to stay at home. But right now, his extreme lust has the upper hand, and he can't sleep without letting loose.

"I don't want to get involved with the police, can you take me away?"

Jessica was horrified. This guy was incredibly audacious; he even wanted to kill a policeman.

No, we can't let him go on a killing spree.

Jessica knew very well that ordinary police officers couldn't do anything to him, and sending more would only be a waste of their lives.

"Of course! How about we go to the hotel and take a nap first?" Gray's eyes lit up, and he instantly thought of seven or eight hundred positions.

Jessica quickly shook her head: "But I'm not sleepy yet!"

"Where do you want to go?"

Gray's smiling face instantly turned gloomy, and his tone became extremely impatient, perfectly illustrating what it means to be capricious.

"Come with me to the nearby amusement park for a while, then we can go to the hotel to sleep later..."

Jessica cursed Gray in her heart, but on the surface, she shook his arm in a coquettish manner.

Gray felt the warm touch of the little bun, and his expression improved slightly: "Alright, fine, I guess I'm biased towards you. But let's make a deal beforehand: after we're done playing, we'll go to sleep. Anyone who goes back on their word is a dog!"

"OK."

Wang Wang Wang!

Jessica sneered inwardly. Rather than provoking a ruthless madman, she decided to fool him like a fool.

She had already devised a meticulous escape plan. The amusement park was crowded and noisy, which would greatly affect her hearing and eyesight. She would create a little chaos and have plenty of opportunities to escape.

Having made up her mind, Jessica beamed with joy, feeling immensely satisfied intellectually.

"Jessica, you have such a beautiful smile," Gray complimented sincerely.

"Thanks."

Jessica smiled reservedly. She was in a very good mood at the moment, and even if the bad guy came close to comment on her, she could treat him with a normal attitude, as if he were just showing concern for people with disabilities.

Gray gave her a kiss and praised her again, "Jessica, your lips smell so good."

"Th...thank you..."

Jessica was stunned. She admitted that she had underestimated the extent of the other party's shamelessness.

......

On the top floor of the Fisk Tower, a man holding a gilded cane stands quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

His tall figure completely blocked out the sunlight, and the shadow spread from his feet, as if dragging the entire office into an abyss.

"Richard is dead, why aren't you dead?"

The man's calm question carried an immense weight, causing several men in black combat uniforms to break out in a cold sweat. The captain, barely suppressing his fear, stammered, "Mr. Fisk, please give us another chance. I swear on my life, we will catch the murderer and inflict upon him the most painful punishment imaginable!"

"Yes, I can give you a chance, but who will give my son a chance?" The man's face was hidden in the darkness, only his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, like a hungry wolf that would devour its prey, cold, fierce, and revealing undisguised brutality.

His breathing was extremely heavy, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze slightly, as if he would pounce on them and tear them to pieces at any moment.

Boom-!

Without warning, the solid wood desk suddenly exploded, sending wood chips flying and making a deafening noise.

"You are the elite warriors I recruited from all over the world at great expense. I carefully cultivated you to build my own dark empire, but your performance has disappointed me utterly. There will be no next time. Someone must pay the price for Richard's death."

The man slowly withdrew his fist, which was embedded in the table, letting the blood trickle down between his fingers. The intense pain brought him back to his senses somewhat.

The man knew that he had risen to his position not through strength or ruthlessness, but through calmness and self-control. When he lost these two things, he would not be far from death.

"Bring me the murderer, along with his family, friends, classmates, neighbors... in short, everyone connected to him. This is the last time. Go and prove your worth."