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

Fighting and killing have never been Gray's pursuit. If he kills someone, it must be because that person blocked his view. After all, everyone subconsciously rubs their eyes when they can't see clearly. This is not intentional, but a habit.

When Natasha asked the question she had been trying so hard to avoid, Grey made no excuses and admitted it.

"You mean Hawkeye? Yes, I killed him."

Natasha was driving fast, reaching 180 mph with a single press of the accelerator. Gray reached out the window, letting the soft breeze carry him freely as he kneaded various shapes.

For those without a home, strolling around New York City as the city lights up at dusk can evoke a feeling that one can live comfortably even without a home.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have money.

Why?

Gray's confession greatly surprised Natasha and made her even more puzzled.

"Do you know that Hawkeye has two children and he loves his family very much!" Natasha had prepared herself mentally before speaking, but she still couldn't help but tear up the moment she heard the answer.

"I know." Gray shrugged nonchalantly. "In some ways, I actually know Hawkeye better than you do."

Natasha didn't understand what he meant, so she jerked the steering wheel, parked the car haphazardly on the side of the road, opened the car door, and said, "Come for a walk with me."

Seeing that it was still early, Gray nodded.

Natasha naturally took his arm, just like any ordinary couple strolling along New York Avenue.

The two walked along the ever-burning lights of Times Square, passed through quiet corners of Central Park, paused briefly on a worn bench, and finally arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge—a bridge archway that could bring some warmth to the homeless.

"Whenever I feel that life has lost its meaning, I take a walk like this to reintegrate myself into life."

Natasha leaned against the wooden railing, her long, smooth hair gently swaying in the evening breeze. The neon lights reflected on the lake, and the ripples on her face created a hazy, dreamlike effect.

Only then did she take a deep breath, fix her gaze on Gray, and ask, "Gray, what do human lives really mean to you?"

Gray couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "After all that, you just wanted to preach to me."

Seeing Natasha's serious expression, he said helplessly, "I can probably guess that you want to say I'm inhuman, insane, and an unreasonable madman, right?"

Natasha nodded: "I'm so glad you haven't completely gone mad, otherwise I wouldn't know how to communicate with you."

"A madman wouldn't spend two or three hours just to make his girlfriend happy." Gray thought for a moment and figured that if he didn't explain things clearly, Natasha probably wouldn't happily sleep with him.

"Let me state upfront that I can convey my thoughts to you, but whether you understand them is up to you."

"you say."

Natasha immediately straightened her back and focused intently on her little ears.

At this moment, she desperately wanted to know what Gray was thinking, even just a little bit, as long as it proved that there was still a chance for him to be saved.

Gray abruptly asked, "Do you think I would kill you?"

"No." Natasha shook her head instinctively, almost without thinking.

"So here's the question: if I really am a cold-blooded, ruthless madman in your eyes, why are you so sure I won't kill you?" Gray suddenly stepped forward, staring intently into her eyes: "Natasha, you should have found the answer long ago, but your attention is always on others—Hawkeye, Captain America, Tony… You care about everyone's safety, but you neglect yourself."

"I..." Natasha opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that her throat felt like it was choked by something.

"You've long lost sight of the meaning of your life, and can only place that meaning in others. Your teammates and friends have become the pillars of your spirit to keep you going."

"This has nothing to do with what we're discussing, don't give me this nonsense!" Natasha's breathing quickened slightly, her thoughts exposed, and her tone unconsciously became tinged with shame and indignation.

"How can it be unrelated? It's precisely because you don't care about yourself that you can't understand a selfish scum like me." Gray shook his head slightly: "You just asked what human life means to me. Now I can tell you clearly that other people's lives are worthless in my eyes, but your life is priceless."

Natasha frowned deeply. "Grey, I understand what you mean, but this idea is wrong. Whether you like it or not, we should all have reverence for every life. I understand your problem; you need to develop a correct concept of good and evil."

"Natasha, you..."

Gray held up two fingers, gesturing a shape resembling a universe at his fingertips, then, feeling it inappropriate, withdrew his thumb and forefinger, pinching a tiny bit of his little finger, and said, "Your vision, your perspective, and your angle of view are all incredibly small!"

Speak like a human being!

Natasha raised her voice. After a brief conversation, she was convinced that Gray was no less intelligent than herself and was curious about how he would argue.

Do you think the concepts of good and evil are innate in humans?

Gray ignored Natasha's emotions and answered his own question: "No, actually, a long time ago philosophers defined good and evil as utilitarianism. Actions that bring happiness to the majority are good, and vice versa."

"Of course, this argument is not qualified to judge me, just as the Bible cannot interpret God."

"In my view, good and evil are not fixed; they change constantly depending on my mood. When I'm happy, everything is good; when I'm unhappy, everything is evil."

As he spoke, Gray looked around and saw a drunken homeless man harassing a young woman. He walked over and snapped the man's neck, then asked Natasha, "Guess why I killed him?"

"A hero saving a damsel in distress?" Natasha's lips twitched slightly as she said uncertainly.

"No, I was just demonstrating. In fact, he just happened to be closer to me." Gray shook his head, his expression unchanged, as if he had just stepped on an ant.

"..."

Gray smiled slightly: "Feeling confused?"

"This is utterly absurd!" Natasha roared angrily.

"Alright, let me put it another way. I really did want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, and then I was hoping that one day in the future I would have a passionate encounter with her. Can you accept that explanation?" Gray looked at Natasha with great interest, seemingly anticipating her reaction.

"Barely."

"A typical weakling mentality: when faced with something powerful and incomprehensible, they will forcibly assign meaning to it, even glorify or deify it," Gray said calmly. "From the perspective of the strong, they don't consider so many things, because the strong have the ability to uphold their own good and evil, while the weak can only conform."

"To give you an analogy, if someone wanted to save the world by killing half the world's population, would they be good or evil?"

"He's insane," Natasha said without hesitation.

"Yes, in your eyes, he really is crazy, just like you see me. Natasha, you can't understand because your thinking is still at the level of an ordinary person; your weakness makes it difficult for you to see the bigger world."

"To put it another way, although I killed Hawkeye, Hawkeye is not dead. If I want, I can find countless Hawkeyes."

After Gray finished speaking, he didn't give Natasha a chance to continue rambling. He cut off her next words and stammered, "It's okay if you don't understand. Ask that madman I mentioned later. Maybe he can give you a satisfactory explanation."

"Waaaaah..."

"Want to keep talking? Okay, I won't shut you up later."