Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Shen Jue grinned, his smile revealing only a row of white teeth in the darkness.

He held the dead dog's head in one hand and the dead cat's head in the other, blood dripping from between his fingers.

The next second, the gravitational field around him seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, and his figure disappeared directly from the bedroom.

At the end of the corridor, three gang members were whispering and laughing around the stairwell.

One of the bald, burly men had just lit his cigarette and hadn't even taken his first puff when he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Shen Jue appeared behind them, no more than half a step away.

He raised the cat's head, its unseeing eyes staring directly at the bald, muscular man's face, while a finger was placed to its lips.

"Shhh."

The bald, burly man's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers trembled, causing the cigarette to fall to the ground.

Without a second thought, he swiftly pulled a submachine gun with an extended magazine from under his coat and fired a burst behind him.

"Da da da!"

Gunshots rang out in the narrow stairwell, the echoes making my eardrums ache.

Bullets, trailing flashes of light and smoke, hurtled toward Shen Jue.

Shen Jue leaned back, his waist almost bent at a ninety-degree angle, and a volley of bullets grazed his nose.

Immediately afterwards, he drifted half an inch to the left like a piece of paper blown by the wind, then spun half a body length to the right. Several bullets grazed his ribs and earlobes, hitting the wall and scattering dust.

The bald, burly man's gun was still firing, and spent cartridges clattered and fell to the ground.

Shen Jue had already stood up, acting as if nothing had happened, and even kept the finger up to his lips, only now he had moved the cat's head to his other hand.

"You appeared the moment you saw me." Shen Jue's voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Instead of running away, it chose to breathe on me?"

"The gangsters of New York City, I, Shen Jue, acknowledge you."

The bald, burly man's mouth was agape, his finger still on the trigger, but the magazine was empty. The slide stopped, making a soft click.

He stared at Shen Jue in disbelief, at the bullets that should have pierced his body, which were either embedded in the wall or fell to the ground, none of them touching his clothes.

The other two gang members were also frozen in place. One of them had his hand on the gun at his waist, but his legs felt like lead and he couldn't lift them.

"The things you put out last night," Shen Jue said, holding up the blood-dripping dog and cat heads in his hand, "were quite creative."

"I like this development."

"but."

"Children, you have committed a sin."

The bald, burly man tried to back away, but his back bumped into the wall.

"Damn it! You're a mutant!" the bald, muscular man growled through gritted teeth.

"New York is Kingpin's territory!"

"You'd better think carefully about the consequences of offending Kingpin!"

Upon hearing the bald, burly man's words, Shen Jue's eyes lit up. He cheerfully placed the dog's head and the cat's head side by side into the bald, burly man's arms, his movements as gentle as if he were handing out cookies to believers in a church.

"That's alright then," Shen Jue said. "So it was one of the big eater's men."

"Oh, you're too kind, coming to deliver this gift under the cover of night."

"But I don't really like this."

"Lost child, the Lord will forgive your sins."

"Just pass on a message to Kingpin for me."

"You'll be able to leave alive then~"

"I will tell him that I will personally visit Kingpin, so that the world may be filled with love and peace."

After saying that, Shen Jue gently took the submachine gun from the bald, burly man's hand, and then squeezed it with one hand, causing the submachine gun to deform fully under the action of his five fingers.

It turned into an iron ball with five finger imprints.

Shen Jue thoughtfully placed the iron ball into the bald, muscular man's arms and even straightened his crooked collar.

The bald, burly man's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

After doing all this, Shen Jue slowly left.

As they passed another gang member, the man finally realized what was happening and drew his pistol, but before he could pull the trigger...

The pistol seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, forcibly pulled from the gangster's hand, and hovered in mid-air, its muzzle slowly turning to point at its owner's forehead.

"Please...please!"

"Father! Please don't kill me!"

Shen Jue turned around and glanced at him, her smile gentle, like she was preaching to the camera on a television program.

"So, he's even calling out 'Dad' to save his life?"

"My child, the Lord will forgive your sins."

He turned around and continued walking, the gun behind him falling to the ground with a thud.

The three gang members pressed themselves against the wall, not daring to breathe, and watched helplessly as Shen Jue disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Shen Jue stepped out of the luxurious apartment building, the cold New York morning wind blowing into her collar.

He looked up at the Manhattan skyline in the distance, the neon lights casting flickering shadows on his face.

"Gangs, Spider-Man, Iron Man," he murmured, "and that snap of the fingers that will happen sooner or later."

Shen Jue looked down at his blood-stained hands and gently rubbed them.

"Should I become a superhero?"

"It seems like being a hero isn't so bad?"

"Let's call him Father Doomsday."

"Marvel doesn't seem to have this superhero title yet."

"He can also use many of Shen Jue's abilities."

"But it seems that JOJO Shen Jue's Stand cannot be summoned."

"Let's lie low for now and see how many numerical monsters and hidden talents are lurking on this tiny Earth."

A night breeze swept by, and Shen Jue heard a soft "snap" sound above his head, as if something had stuck to the wall.

Shen Jue stopped and slowly raised her head.

In the neon glow of New York at dawn, a red and blue figure hung upside down in front of him, less than an arm's length from his face.

The person's hands and feet were attached to the wall, and their body rose and fell very slightly with their breathing.

"Good evening." Spider-Man's voice was light yet alert, with the feigned casualness typical of a teenager.

"Father, I heard gunshots coming from this building. Do you know anything about it?"

The three gangsters who had seen Shen Jue before were running away with all their might.

Therefore, Spider-Man, who happened to be passing by and heard the gunshot, approached Shen Jue, who was still at the crime scene, to ask what had happened.

Shen Jue stared at him without saying a word.

Spider-Man was hanging upside down, connected to a certain direction on the rooftop by a single web. He tilted his head, as if sizing up Shen Jue.

"You have blood on you," Spider-Man said in a low voice. "Two small animals?"

He sniffed it, then seemed to realize that his action was a bit too dog-like, paused, and changed his words: "I mean, the blood is from cats and dogs, I can smell it."

"So, sir, I'd like to know..."

"Oh! Wait a minute!"

"You are Father Shen Jue!"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be that TV star!"

Spider-Man Peter Parker seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, and a string of phrases burst from his mouth.

He didn't smell any human blood, so he was more relaxed and not in a hurry to find the shooter.

Shen Jue smiled and said, "Child, do you know me?"

Yes, as a priest, even though he is a Mormon, Shen Jue can still address others as children.

To be honest, Shen Jue is now enjoying the feeling of calling everyone she meets "kid".

This gave him the feeling that he was playing the role of the guy who elbowed the helicopter.