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

That night, Gray and Mindy traveled through more than twenty blocks, raiding more than fifty gang hideouts, killing more than 200 gangsters, and seizing about 350 million in loot.

August 28, 2002, is a day to remember. Chicago's underground scene underwent an unprecedented reshuffle, leaving almost everyone behind.

This crackdown on organized crime has undoubtedly been a resounding success, and for the next three months, Chicago has been consistently ranked as a model city with the lowest crime rate in the United States.

The Chicago Police Department reportedly played a crucial coordinating role in the incident, refraining from intervening in the two men's killing spree, earning high praise from Chicago residents.

When Commissioner George, who was far away in New York City, saw this news, he couldn't help but think of the Spider Woman, whom he both loved and hated, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Undoubtedly, Spider-Woman's existence affects the credibility of the police and the government, but she has indeed played a role in reducing the crime rate. Should I change my attitude towards her?"

George initially vehemently rejected Spider-Woman, viewing her as a disruptive force, as detestable as a supervillain.

However, after several successful collaborations, he had to admit that the other party could indeed help the police in some ways.

New York is no ordinary city; it's teeming with thugs, and George sometimes wonders if the number of jerks has surpassed that of ordinary citizens.

If New York is likened to a stinking cesspool, then villains are like maggots that feed on it, an endless stream.

"Let's observe for a while longer. The two things shouldn't be confused. Those two guys active in Chicago have extremely strong initiative and clear goals, while Spider-Woman... she's too undisciplined. She gives me the feeling of a little girl who likes to play hero role-playing games, and it's difficult for her to effectively restrain those bad guys."

"New York's getting more and more chaotic lately. Kingpin's been expanding his power like a madman, taking in a lot of notorious and ruthless characters. That damn Magneto's gone even further; he actually destroyed the Statue of Liberty! He even threatened to attack the White House and become president himself... Fuck, isn't he supposed to be over 60? Why doesn't he have dementia yet?"

George couldn't be sure when Magneto would develop dementia, but if things didn't improve in the next few months, he was certain he would die suddenly first.

"I have to work overtime again tonight, and I, this incompetent father... have disappointed Gwen once again, even though I promised to go see her performance."

Even though George was in his prime, he couldn't help but feel exhausted. He rubbed his temples and turned his gaze to a document marked in red on his desk.

That was a recent investigation report on Homelander and Hit-Girl, provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. It detailed the personalities and behavior of the two, and the overall assessment was low risk.

Low risk indicates open communication and the possibility of being recruited.

The words "recruitment" seem to possess a certain magic.

George stared at the document for a long time, a bold idea vaguely forming in his mind... Could they imitate the Avengers and form a superhero team specifically managed by the police?

However, the idea was too absurd, and George shook his head, dismissing it as a mere fantasy during his free time.

Even if Congress wanted to organize a second team of heroes, it would be met with all sorts of obstacles from S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone a mere police chief like him.

"Gwen's birthday is at the end of the month, and she'll definitely be angry with me these next few days. I've been too busy with work these past few years and haven't paid much attention to her growing up. Maybe I should prepare a nice gift and throw a big party, at least to let my darling daughter know that her father loves her."

George's idea coincided with Gray's.

After spending more than three months in Chicago eating, drinking, and having fun, Gray felt restless and thought of Jessica, who was far away in New York.

"Mindy, what time is it?"

Lazy sounds echoed in the quiet room.

The heavy curtains had only a small gap, allowing sunlight to squeeze in with difficulty, making it barely possible to distinguish between day and night.

On the bedroom floor, various snack wrappers were piled up like mountains, with potato chip crumbs, cookie crumbs, candy wrappers... layer upon layer, almost covering the entire area where one could step.

The bedside was piled with all sorts of dirty, messy clothes, all crumpled up in a ball. If you looked closely, you could see that many of the clothes were stained with blood.

The room's occupant lay sprawled on the bed, practically taking up all the space, while the little friend, clutching a teddy bear pillow, huddled pitifully in the corner of the bed. Hearing this, the friend impatiently kicked its feet and muttered:

"I'm sleepy, don't bother me."

Do you remember what day it was yesterday?

Gray pushed the little feet off his face, sat up, and groped around on the bedside table for a while. He finally found his phone, only to discover that it had run out of battery and shut down automatically.

It had been many days since they last went out; neither he nor Mindy could remember exactly how many days.

In short, during this period, the two of them ate and slept, played games after waking up, and went back to sleep when they got tired. They occasionally went to New York for business trips, living in a daze and not knowing what year it was.

"I don't know, don't ask me."

Mindy closed her eyes tightly, her brows furrowed, her face buried in the cushion, filled with displeasure.

"Want to go out for a walk today?" Gray grabbed her ankle and tickled the sole of her foot.

"Aren't you annoying me! Can't you see I don't want to get up?!" Mindy went into a rage, kicking and thrashing her short legs, her morning grumpiness was quite severe.

Gray fell silent, unable to believe that he, a Homelander, had fallen behind in laziness.

"OK, I'll sleep for another ten days!"

Ten days later, the temperature plummeted by more than twenty degrees, and the cold wind howled through the city's alleys and harbors. Gray, dressed in a black suit and a fur-lined mink coat, appeared at New York International Airport, holding the hand of Mindy, who was dressed similarly.

The two men had cold faces and ruthless eyes. Their clothes fluttered in the wind. One dragged a suitcase, and the other held up a black umbrella. They quickly disappeared into the waiting area outside the airport terminal.

"Damn it, the target might have spotted us!"

An urgent voice came through the earpiece, immediately putting the expressions of the agents hidden nearby on high alert.

"Stay calm and request airport surveillance access from headquarters. Those two are extremely dangerous individuals, and we need to pinpoint their location as soon as possible." The voice was calm and organized, instantly stabilizing the situation.

"Uh... I found it."

Almost at the same time, another voice came through the headphones, carrying a hint of surprise and disbelief.

"So fast? Where are you?" The voice, which sounded like that of the team leader, carried a hint of surprise.

"The burger joint behind us..."

The concise answer seemed to freeze the air around them.

"Eavesdrop on their conversation, don't miss a single word." The team leader issued the new mission order, his voice deep, powerful, and authoritative.

"yes!"

The response was firm and swift, as if an invisible eavesdropping war was about to begin.

At this moment, Gray raised his hand and glanced at the understated yet luxurious alligator leather watch. The dial gleamed with a cold light. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked:

"What do you think of the spicy chicken burger?"

Mindy frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in her deep, night-like eyes. She reached out and loosened her high ponytail, letting the strands dance wildly in the wind.

"Thanks to you, I've gained 2.975 pounds recently. The spicy chicken burger is good, but it's too high in calories. Could you add more chicken legs for me instead of just the burger?"

"How about fries? It's Thursday, buy one get one free."

Upon hearing this, Mindy's eyes flashed with pain, and her expression showed great struggle.

Coulson, who was hiding beside a newsstand, witnessed this scene. His expression changed, and he hurriedly asked into his headset, "Who can read lips? I need to know what they're talking about immediately!"

There was a long silence in the earphones, before a hesitant voice finally came through: "They're discussing whether or not to add sugar to their cola..."

"what?"

Coulson held a stack of newspapers, looking completely bewildered.