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

"Professor, I'll be working hard from now on."

Gray, his face filled with emotion, gripped the wheelchair with both hands and slowly pushed it in the direction of justice.

Even at the very end, the professor couldn't bring himself to die, numbly letting Homelander do as he pleased.

"Let go of the professor!"

This scene enraged the night stalkers lurking in the shadows.

He bared his teeth and growled, once again using his teleportation ability to flash above the professor's head with lightning speed, while simultaneously reaching out his hands, attempting to rescue the professor in an instant.

Unfortunately, this time Homelander didn't focus all his attention on the girl; a casual glance from the corner of his eye was enough to cut Nightcrawler in half.

Then, he lowered his head and unleashed a breath of hellish energy that traveled throughout his body, instantly freezing the disgusting jelly-like man. With a shudder, the jelly turned into crystalline powder that drifted down.

After dealing with the external accessory, he turned his malicious gaze to the internal accessory: "Little sister, you'd better never come out!"

The baby-faced girl was immediately terrified and closed her eyes tightly, bursting into tears.

She's now filled with deep regret.

Before we arrived, everyone was full of boasting, saying that the people of our motherland were nothing to fear, and that as long as we worked together, justice would surely prevail over evil.

But the result?

Those who said this are either dead or crippled; even professors have become prisoners of the homeland.

However, if we're talking about who's the most miserable, it's definitely Jean Grey and Aurora. Without a doubt, they'll be captured by the evil Homelanders and forced to work day and night.

Where did Emma and Raven go?

Gray looked around and couldn't help but admire the little rascal.

Emma and Raven wanted to run away, but they weren't brave enough, so they simply went back to the vicinity of the White House and waited for further instructions.

If the Homelanders win, they'll offer the president as tribute; if the Homelanders lose, even better—they'll continue to use the president to negotiate with humanity.

"It seems I don't need to take action."

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief in the distance and put down her sniper rifle.

Recalling the hesitation and struggle I felt when I pulled the trigger, I felt a slight pang of guilt, though I don't know why.

She felt a mix of guilt towards the deceased Hawkeye and a slight pang of remorse towards Grey. She couldn't quite understand why she was experiencing such complex emotions.

"Where did Gray go?"

On the other side, Jessica and Gwen regained their senses and exchanged a confused glance.

In his memory, Gray was covered in blood, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the evil professor, nearly dying seven or eight times in the process, before finally collapsing into their arms with a smile on his face.

Heroes shed blood, beauties weep, and the setting sun casts its last rays—the scene is breathtakingly beautiful.

But the reality was that Gray had disappeared, there were few signs of a major battle at the scene, and even the sky was overcast. This stark contrast left them bewildered, their emotions and tenderness turning into confusion.

I feel like something's wrong!

Soon after, Natasha approached Gray, hoping he would rush to rescue the president.

"Natasha, I need your help with something." Gray preemptively interrupted Natasha.

"What kind of help?"

Natasha gave a knowing look.

That makes sense when you think about it. How could someone as shameless as Homelander possibly help without expecting anything in return?

"Those two are a bit stubborn and need to wear something like collars to reform them. Could you please borrow two for me?"

Upon hearing Gray's words, Jean Grey and Aurora turned deathly pale, wishing they could tear him apart.

Needless to say, the collar has electrotherapy capabilities, self-destruction capabilities, and might even have the ability to suppress mutant genes.

"You'll be in for a world of trouble."

Natasha couldn't help but look at the two of them with pity. Once they put on that kind of thing, they would probably never be able to get rid of their status as pets.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Doesn't the professor need it?"

He may be sharp-tongued, but he can't help but secretly help Gray fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

Upon hearing this, Gray beamed with joy and immediately gave Natasha two kisses.

Natasha looked disgusted, quickly wiped her face and mouth, and glared at him fiercely.

We agreed that kissing was not allowed without permission, but this guy completely disregarded it.

"The professor only made a mistake temporarily; we should give him a chance to correct his ways."

Gray stroked the professor's bald head and said kindly, "As long as the professor doesn't make any more senile mistakes and properly considers the future of mutants, I believe that one day, the divide between humans and mutants will disappear."

The professor's face was devoid of any emotion, as if he had lost his soul.

Not long after, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents delivered the specially made collars. Gray personally put them on Jean Grey and Aurora, then waved goodbye with a reluctant expression, saying, "Take good care of the Professor, and come home to visit him often when you have time."

This was somewhat insincere; in his view, the entire earth belonged to him, and wherever the two women went, it was no different from strolling around in his own backyard.

"You're letting us go?"

The two looked on in disbelief.

Jean Grey, in particular, had glimpsed Grey's wicked thoughts and was even mentally prepared to endure humiliation and sleep with Aurora.

"Then let's rest for the night and leave tomorrow?" Gray looked at Jean Grey in surprise, not expecting her to be in such a hurry.

"goodbye!"

Jean Grey and Aurora didn't want to stay a second longer. They quickly pushed the professor, helped up the half-dead Cyclops, and hurriedly left as if their lives depended on it.

"What exactly are you thinking?"

Natasha frowned slightly, somewhat confused by Gray's actions. Generally speaking, taking out the Professor and then forcibly abducting Jean Grey and Aurora would be in line with Homelander's usual style.

"Women should stay out of men's business."

Gray glanced at her expressionlessly: "You hesitated to shoot just now, were you hoping your husband would die suddenly so you could inherit my estate and remarry? Huh! Tell me!"

Natasha was startled, but forced a calm retort: ​​"You have no inheritance whatsoever! Your personal accounts have been frozen by the police long ago. If it weren't for your great-uncle getting you a fake ID, you wouldn't even be able to leave the house!"

Because Kingpin had been kidnapping innocent girls a few days ago, causing a commotion in New York City, with two or three police cars on duty on every street, suspicious individuals like Gray would certainly not escape police questioning if they showed up.

"Oh, I see. Then it's alright."

Gray switched back to his grinning face: "Since you've already admitted I'm your husband, how about we sleep together tonight?"

"..."

Natasha looked helpless and felt exhausted. If it were a normal man, she could read his thoughts through his eyes and body language, and quickly adjust her mindset to deal with it calmly, whether the thoughts were good or bad.

She couldn't fathom Grey's true thoughts at all. She had done something that was almost a betrayal, yet he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't care at all.

This boundless indulgence and pampering left Natasha with very mixed feelings.

Being with Gray is free from scheming and backstabbing; the relaxed feeling of living purely for yourself is irresistible.

We've arrived.

As they spoke, the two stepped into the White House. Emma had already dismissed the mutant henchmen, and Raven was waiting by the door with a frightened-looking old man.

Natasha was overjoyed and quickly went to introduce him: "Grey, this is the CEO..."

With a "sizzle," a beam of energy flashed, and the man was instantly cleaved in two.

Gray, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, continued walking forward, excitedly saying, "Natasha, you know, I've done such a great deed, saving hundreds of thousands of people. Will the President award me some kind of peace prize later?"

"..."

Natasha froze, stunned, her eyes fixed on the lifeless man lying in a pool of blood.