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

Kingpin was absolutely right; Homelander was a wicked bastard with a twisted sense of humor.

Before the game even started, the little black panther burst into tears, knelt down at Homelander's feet, and begged Homelander to spare the three lives and promise to complete the alienation of the people within the time limit.

But Homelander seemed not to hear, watching with amusement as his uncle and cousin were beaten to death, before laughing and saying, "Best of three, Kingpin wins, so the last round is unnecessary. I said there's no punishment for the loser."

And so, Nakia, the Black Panther's lover, survived.

Kingpin then accompanied T'Challa out of the palace with several thugs to begin the work of transferring power between the old and new monarchs.

Gray was also preparing to head back to New York, but before that, he had a few questions for Deadpool.

Deadpool's appearance was certainly surprising, but more than the surprise, Gray was curious as to why Deadpool was so persistent in following him.

You can't expect someone to risk their life and become your slave just because they're handsome, can you?

Of course, it's not impossible.

"Why are you following me?" Gray asked, activating [Echoes of Tomorrow].

"Why? Do you even need to ask? Of course it's because… wait! Am I about to die? How? Will my head be severed, or will it start at my waist, or split in two from the top of my head? I prefer being decapitated! Split in two is fine too, but please, please don't cut me in half! The poop will leak out… This damn bodysuit is too waterproof, I'll have to give the manufacturer a bad review. Too much poop will make it stink, and it'll be incredibly stinky… Actually, it doesn't matter if it stinks, but the problem is that some dogs will want to eat my poop! Okay, okay, as long as they're happy, I don't recommend sharing with them, but those cute dogs always like to carry their intestines everywhere, what if I encounter a greedy little rascal… Fuck, don't make me go through that awful experience of breaking one of my testicles and having it grow back two…"

【Echoes of Tomorrow】This ability allows you to eavesdrop on someone's thoughts for about 3 seconds.

He poses a question and then provides an answer based on the content. Under normal circumstances, no one can escape Gray's eavesdropping.

But Deadpool is clearly not human; he talks way too much nonsense beforehand, and thirty seconds probably wouldn't be enough.

"It's just a coincidence."

Wade, hiding behind the homeless man, gripped his neck with both hands and explained evasively, "Okay, I admit it, I came here specifically to find you. Remember that night three months ago? Your little girlfriend inexplicably killed me, and you were even more inexplicable, and incredibly twisted. What did I ever do to you? Why did I have to stomp on my head like that? Back then, I silently swore I'd stuff your dog brain into a swallow's shell! But then I realized that was impossible. So, I had no choice but to abandon my original plan and change my approach, deciding to stay by your side forever and disgust you to death, you fucking idiot!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

The homeless man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat, struggling desperately.

Unfortunately, Wade, the sixth man, was prepared. He used both his hands and feet to wrap himself around the homeless man, silently forming his back.

"Are you Deadpool of this universe?"

Gray tried to eavesdrop again, and this time he finally got some useful information.

Wade panicked, thinking, "No way, how does he know I have so many brothers and sisters... Oh, I see, he's not a native of this universe either! Number 17664? I remember there's a Spider-Woman in that universe, or maybe Number 3394? The Wolverine there is a female wolf, and Ray... no, Number 69! He must be Number 69 who smuggled himself over! It's said that Thanos in that universe snapped his fingers and turned all the women into men, so the men there go crazy trying to stab any woman they see!"

Wade exclaimed "Huh?" with a blank look, "What? This universe and that universe? Are there multiple universes? It sounds so amazing..."

"One last question, will you die?" After asking, Gray's eyes flashed with terrifying crimson rays, instantly slicing Wade into eighty-one pieces.

"Find some palm-sized tempered glass bottles, pack them separately, and send them to my collection room. I want to see if they can be resurrected after dying like this."

Gray waved his hand dismissively, indicating to the homeless man who had narrowly escaped death to dispose of Deadpool's body.

"Yes, sir."

The homeless man looked at the Deadpool lying on the ground with a slightly complicated expression. If Deadpool hadn't let go of him at the crucial moment, there would have been another person's mangled flesh on the ground.

The appearance of the variant Deadpool most likely indicates that the Time Bureau has interfered with the timeline of this universe, or that the barrier between the multiverses has been broken, and someone has traveled through time with Deadpool.

Regardless of which possibility it is, the impact will be significant.

But Gray didn't care about these trivial matters, nor did he want to engage in verbal sparring with Deadpool. He wanted to kill Deadpool a few more times until Deadpool was willing to talk properly.

Using his brain isn't in his style; whoever poses a question to him, he'll take them out, and the question will naturally disappear.

By the time Gray returned to New York, a day had passed since Magneto led a large number of mutants to conquer Washington.

Currently, Washington, D.C. is engulfed in conflict and has completely fallen into the hands of mutants.

The current president and many government officials were unfortunately captured and became Magneto's hostages along with 300,000 ordinary citizens. Due to the fear of harming the innocent, the military hesitated to launch a counterattack.

The Avengers launched two rescue operations, causing considerable trouble for the mutants, but both ultimately failed.

Thor was unable to participate in the battle due to family matters, Hulk lost his mind after being attacked by a psychic mutant, Hawkeye and Captain America were seriously injured, Natasha was isolated and helpless and had to hide, and even Magneto almost pulled the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier down from 10,000 meters in the sky.

Iron Man is working tirelessly to develop the Magneto-resistant armor, making a final push.

"I didn't realize there were so many mutants."

Gray sat in front of his computer, browsing today's trending topics with great interest. He randomly clicked on one, and the content was mostly related to mutants.

According to Eddie Block, a war correspondent for the Daily Globe, the number of mutants gathered in Washington has now exceeded 10,000.

Moreover, they are all mutants of the "Delta level" or above. Mutants of this level are not strong in combat, but they generally possess special abilities. If they can make good use of these abilities, they can deal with ordinary soldiers without much trouble.

"I remember Magneto was a lonely old man, so how come suddenly so many mutants are willing to take his orders?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Gray's pupils instantly glowed with a faint golden light.

In an instant, the world suddenly froze, as if the space bar had been pressed. Then, a drop of water was thrown into the calm lake, creating ripples that transformed into countless shimmering threads that flowed at an imperceptible speed, bursting forth with strange light.

Space is no longer stable, and the structure of reality is forcibly distorted. Things that were once close at hand now seem to be separated by countless dimensions, distant and illusory.

Amidst the chaotic interplay of light and shadow, Gray's vision gained boundless penetrating power, easily traversing layers of obstacles. He saw the water pipes behind the walls, the pedestrians hurrying by on the street below, the hidden corners deep within the city, and Washington, three hundred kilometers away—everything was laid bare before him.

"Oh, it's you."

In the instant his gaze lingered, Gray couldn't help but smile knowingly, but then the smile gradually became eerie, and even his eyes turned distorted.