In American comics: My Traveling Frog steals from all over the world!

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The living room of Gwen Stacy's home.

The clock on the wall had mercilessly slid past midnight.

Tick, tick.

Each sound was like a heavy hammer blow to George Stacy's anxious heart.

He, the New York City Police Commissioner, a man feared by both the underworld and the police, was now pacing back and forth in his small living room like a caged beast.

He hadn't even had time to change out of his police uniform, and he irritably ripped off his tie. His usually stern face was now filled with an anxiety that could overwhelm the entire Queens district.

His beloved daughter Gwen hasn't come home yet!

And today is my dear daughter's college prom.

He didn't return home all night at the university dance.

For any father with a daughter, these eight words are nothing short of a terrorist attack of the highest level.

George, who had gone to college, knew all too well what that meant.

Alcohol, hormones, dim lighting, and the foolish impulse of young people who think they can conquer the world.

He could even clearly recall how, back then, at a similarly noisy college dance, he mustered up the courage, fueled by a bit of alcohol, and took Gwen's mother's hand.

Without that ball, without the moonlight and the tipsy feeling that night, there would be no Gwen.

This thought was like a venomous snake, gnawing fiercely at his heart.

The more George thought about it, the paler his face became. Fear surged like icy seawater from his feet to the top of his head.

No!

Absolutely not!

His precious daughter, the pearl he held in his palm, that well-behaved girl who had kept her homework notebooks spotless since she was little, absolutely could not be taken advantage of by some brat who appeared out of nowhere!

Time is the only thief that cannot be caught; it stole a daughter's childhood and is now trying to steal a father's last sense of security.

George could no longer sit still.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the car keys from the sofa, and prepared to go to that damned dance party himself and handcuff all the young men with ill intentions!

Just as he rushed towards the door.

A clear, silvery laugh drifted faintly from the quiet street outside the window.

It's Gwen!

The laughter was like an electric current, instantly striking a nerve in George, and like a key, unlocking the switch in his body called "worry".

He could hear the joy and relaxation in the laughter, a kind of happiness he had never seen on his daughter's face before, a complete letting down of her guard.

But this joy, at this moment, felt like a red-hot iron, searing his heart until it bled.

Without saying a word, he turned and rushed into the bedroom, took out his sidearm from the safe, and moved with fluid, unwavering movements.

Then, like a cheetah hunting its prey, he silently rushed out of the house and disappeared into the shadows of the street corner.

……

"Hey kid, I finally caught you!"

A dark figure suddenly darted out from the shadowy woods at the street corner, moving swiftly and with the sharpness of someone who had trained for years!

The dark muzzle of the gun was steadily pointed at Yu Mu.

The voice was deep and authoritative, yet it also carried a hint of suppressed anger belonging to an old father.

"Has it been you who's been corrupting my precious daughter? Tell me! What are your motives for getting close to my daughter?!"

Gwen recognized the person who had come, covered her mouth with her hand, and let out a soft gasp of surprise and embarrassment.

"dad?!"

She instinctively wanted to shake off Yu Mu's hand. The girlish shyness and the embarrassment of being caught red-handed by her father made her cheeks turn as red as if they were about to bleed.

However, Yu Mu simply clenched his fist, and an undeniable warm power surged through her, instantly calming her flustered heart.

Yu Mu did not feel offended in the slightest.

On the contrary, he found the scene before him extremely funny.

He looked at the man who treated him like the number one criminal, his muscles tense, his eyes burning with a protective instinct.

How vivid and real are these human emotions.

This is a million times more interesting than those hypocritical gods of Asgard, or those numb tools in TV anime.

However, just as George saw the two still holding hands tightly, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and his blood pressure instantly soared to the limit!

Something seems to be moving away from him!

"Don't move!"

George's pupils contracted with rage, and he let out a low growl.

That was the roar.

The playful smile on Yu Mu's face froze slightly at that moment.

His body staggered almost imperceptibly, with an extremely slight sway.

A strange and extremely abrupt sense of incongruity, as if someone had struck a jarring discordant note in his perfectly harmonious symphony of the soul.

His brain felt as if it had been gently touched by something unseen.

Some fragmented, cold images, which did not belong to him at all, flashed by.

In the fragments of his memory, he seemed to be making some kind of oath to the man in black.

The environment there was dark and solemn.

"Hands up, kid!"

Seeing that he was "disobedient," George took a step closer and his voice became more stern.

These words were like a second key, inserting them into the shackles deep within his soul.

"Click".

Yu Mu's brain began to uncontrollably flash back countless fragmented images.

He saw himself firmly strapped to a cold metal chair.

Before him, a figure in a white coat, with an indistinct face, was slowly pushing a syringe filled with an unknown drug into his arm.

He saw himself in a dimly lit training ground, engaged in a brutal life-or-death struggle with a group of silent people wearing identical masks.

He saw...

Memory is not a river, but an ocean; you never know what kind of debris the next tide will bring.

"Stand against the wall! Don't move!"

George had already walked up to them and, in an interrogation-like tone, issued an ultimatum.

This sentence.

boom--!

It was as if an ancient curse that had been sealed for billions of years had been completely broken.

In Yu Mu's mind, the memory dam that he himself had never noticed and that had been deeply hidden collapsed with a crash!

Those were all the memories of the man known as "Hydra Yu Mu"!

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

"Stay close to the wall!"

This is not a father's roar.

This is the deepest memory seal and awakening command set up by the highest level of Hydra in order to allow him to perfectly bypass the extremely rigorous mental test suggested by "The Refrigerator"!

This set of commands is both so ordinary and so vicious.

This is because it is the standard password used in all prisons across the United States during weekly routine cell inspections.

They ensured that the will of "Hydra Yu Mu" would be fully awakened within that impregnable cage!

An endless torrent of memories, like a bursting dam, carries the anger, loyalty, pain, and slaughter of another soul, frantically eroding and impacting Yu Mu's consciousness!

Even if he has reached the level of a grandmaster, even if his soul is as hard as a diamond.

Faced with this full-scale counterattack from the very source of life, from another "self," it was utterly powerless to resist.

The sudden burst of memories overwhelmed him, causing everything to go black and him to lose consciousness instantly.

His body slumped forward.

"Yu Mu!"

Gwen's exclamation was choked with sobs; she had never seen Yu Mu so vulnerable.

In her world, this man should have been eternal and invincible.

Without a second thought, she used all her strength to open her arms and gently cradle his fallen body into her soft, warm embrace.

Yu Mu's last consciousness was in a state of extreme darkness and chaos.

Mmm, it smells delicious and is soft!