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

"I understand now, I completely understand!"

Mindy's eyes darted around, and she secretly glanced back before whispering furtively, "Big Daddy, you're trying to trick that idiot into doing the work for us, aren't you?"

The old man coughed twice and lowered his voice, saying, "The word 'deceive' is a bit harsh. He has no legal documents, is homeless, yet he carries power and is burdened with responsibility. What I'm doing is guiding him with goodwill, understand?"

"There's something I'm curious about. How can you be so sure he'll come with us? Just because you promised to get him a fake document?" Mindy asked, puzzled.

Big Daddy glanced at Mindy, remained silent for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Actually, I wasn't quite sure at first, but after our contact just now, I discovered an amazing secret."

"What secret?"

"I already said it's a secret, kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

The old man's eyes flickered, and he guiltily looked away. After a pause, he said, "From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of his work and also for his daily life. Except for sleeping and going to the toilet, don't let him out of your sight."

"Our main strategy when we're out killing is to keep a low profile. Getting noticed by the police isn't a big deal, but if we run into S.H.I.E.L.D. and those superheroes, we'll be in big trouble."

"Why me?" Mindy wrinkled her little nose, looking unwilling.

"You're adorable...and smart. I believe you can do this well; after all, you've never let me down." The old man smiled with satisfaction, his kind eyes filled with pride. "While other children were drinking milk, Mindy, you were already capable of killing on your own. You are so perfect and outstanding. As your father, I am incredibly proud!"

Mindy's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She puffed out her little chest and declared confidently, "Don't worry, Dad, I've got everything covered!"

Good guy!

As expected of Big Daddy, his methods of taming his daughter are truly unique.

Currently, Gray's super hearing has also been activated, allowing him to easily detect the flapping of a fly's wings within a hundred meters. No matter how low the two of them lowered their voices, they could not escape his listening.

He currently possesses more than ten basic talents, including super strength, super speed, super hearing, super vision, super reaction speed, and super endurance.

However, there are currently no derivative skills. Abilities such as flight, heat rays, steel body, and bio-field mainly rely on energy and are superpowers that exceed the limitations of the physical body. Simply increasing strength will not grant them; they may only be derived after upgrading the initial talent.

Of course, this is just Gray's guess. Homelander is not Superman, and the difference between the two is huge. Moreover, he is not an ordinary Homelander, and no one can say for sure what kind of abilities he will eventually gain.

The revolution is not yet complete, and comrades still need to be corrupted.

"Dad, I'm hungry—!"

At Gray's word, his dad immediately ran around like crazy, not only bringing over a ton of junk food, but also thoughtfully asking at the end: "Are you thirsty?"

"Kuoluo".

Gray uttered two words briefly.

The old man went to get the cola as if he had received a royal decree.

While strolling around, Gray discovered something new and pointed to a shop on the roadside, saying, "I like these shoes."

"I bought it."

The old man waved his hand without even blinking.

"The pants are nice too."

Gray gestured to indicate the length and decisively changed out of his shabby jeans.

"Buy it." The old man hesitated.

"Don't you think that sports car on the side of the road is cool?" Gray's eyes lit up, staring at the sports car, unable to look away.

That's really cool, but at that price, even if I sold both of my kidneys, I still couldn't afford it...

The old man felt a dull ache in his chest and realized he couldn't go on like this any longer.

Although they said they were just strolling around, Gray actually bought whatever he saw. It took the three of them more than half an hour to get to the other side of the street.

At this rate, getting back to New York, even setting aside the time factor, would require at least tens of billions of dollars to ensure a smooth journey.

"Mindy, the rest is up to you. I have an urgent mission to handle immediately. Meet me in New York in three days!"

Old Man grabbed Mindy's arm as if it were a lifeline, hurriedly left a word of advice, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Mindy was immediately dumbfounded.

What do you mean by "hand it over to me"?

Please, I only have a hundred dollars on me, and I haven't even found a place to stay tonight. How am I supposed to take care of a bastard who can spend hundreds of thousands every minute?

Mindy stared blankly at Gray, who looked at her innocently. The two stared at each other silently for a moment.

He offered, "Want to go play the claw machine together?"

"Let's go!"

Mindy's eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot all her worries.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred yuan was gone.

Afterwards, the two penniless men went out onto the street. One had his hands in his pockets, looking reluctant to leave, while the other was holding a plush toy, looking dejected.

"Mindy, I want ice cream." Gray licked his lips and looked longingly at the ice cream cart by the roadside.

"Eat my ass, I have no money!"

Mindy glared at him, annoyed.

Gray sighed in disappointment, then stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment before suggesting, "How about... we rob someone?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Mindy was so excited she almost jumped for joy.

A minute later, the two arrived at the entrance of a bank. Mindy jumped up, clung to Gray's back, grabbed his hair, and screamed in utter despair, "You can't rob this! This is the National Bank!"

"In other words, regular banks can do it?"

"No way! Don't even think about it!"

"Then tell me what to rob?"

Gray patted Mindy's bottom helplessly, signaling her to get off him quickly. If they were reported in public, the world might be destroyed.

"Robbing petty thugs, robbing gang leaders—that money is shady, and nobody will pursue it." Mindy's thinking was clear: if they killed everyone during the robbery, there would be no possibility of being held accountable.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Gray thought it made sense and nodded.

The two quickly got to work. Mindy first went to Albany Park to retrieve the equipment stored there: four grenades, ten magazines of ammunition, a Remington shotgun, and a combat suit.

Wearing a purple leather jacket, a purple trench coat, a black eye patch, and black knee-high boots, Mindy transforms into a Night Assassin in the blink of an eye, with a skull pendant tied to each of her twin ponytails, looking incredibly cool.

"Mindy, do I have any gear?" Gray asked, a little envious.

"Shut up, call me Killgirl!" Mindy's face darkened, exuding domineering aura.

"Okay, Hit-Girl, your skirt is ripped."

"Fuck! I just don't understand! Why are the toilets here so high and so narrow? And what's worse, why is there a steel pipe in one of the stalls? Gray, I'll allow you to tear the owner of this place apart in a bit; I suspect he's targeting me!"

Mindy tugged at her skirt in annoyance, tightened the chain, hung the two pistols on her waist, inserted the military dagger into the leather holster on her thigh, then grabbed the shotgun and strode towards the door.

With a loud bang, the wooden door exploded!

Behind the door, a freak dressed in a red bodysuit clutched his buttocks and screamed in agony: "Watfa, who the hell launched this sneak attack?!"

Upon seeing the cool-looking Mindy emerge with a shotgun, he instantly returned to normal, leaning against the wall with one hand and casually greeting her, "Hey, pretty girl, wanna grab a drink?"

"Get out of here, you pervert!"

Without saying a word, Mindy threw a knife with murderous intent, hitting the perverted man right between the eyebrows.

The perverted man collapsed and died instantly, without even having time to utter a sound.

Gray happened to witness this scene, and on a whim, he stepped forward and stomped on the pervert's head until it was completely crushed. He then squatted down and observed the scene curiously for a moment.

"Why haven't they revived yet? Are they cosplaying?"

After waiting for about ten seconds, the perverted man still didn't make a move. Gray's patience ran out, and he shook his head and ignored him.