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

Gray didn't care much about being monitored by S.H.I.E.L.D. He would occasionally eavesdrop on Mindy cursing him when he was bored, since it wouldn't hurt him anyway.

However, this is limited to monitoring from a distance. Once it gets in his way or causes trouble, his attitude will change from looking at ants to treating cockroaches. When it comes to things he hates, it's best to crush them to death.

After enjoying a hearty breakfast, Gray took Mindy's hand and found a place to stay. Unlike the unlicensed hotel they had stayed in before, they went to the most luxurious five-star hotel in the Empire State Building and booked it for a whole month.

The cost of a three-year unlicensed hotel is 1,000 yuan. The advantage is that no documents are required and the location is remote, so you are less likely to be disturbed.

The downsides were obvious: there was only one habitable room, and the other rooms either leaked or had power outages. Mindy, being spoiled, insisted on staying in the best room, and Gray certainly wouldn't tolerate her bad temper, so the two ended up sharing a room for three months.

The current five-star hotels are only worthy of their five-star rating, with room rates as high as a thousand a night. Gray compared the environment and thought it was alright, after all, money is just a string of numbers in his eyes.

If he didn't have enough money, he could simply find a way to change the hotel's ownership to his own; it wasn't a difficult task for him.

After a period of hardship and depravity, Gray's power is now completely different from before. Apart from his skills not yet being awakened, his physical body has reached, or even surpassed, the original Homelander's level.

With a single arm strength of approximately 200 tons, that's equivalent to 100 Captain America's strength in conventional units. Even measured in terms of the Hulk's normal strength, it's a full 10 Hulks' strength, which is truly terrifying.

Speed ​​cannot be tested using only legs. Once the speed exceeds Mach 10, the heat generated by friction with the air will seriously threaten the feathers. Gray dares not go against the wind, for fear of the bird losing its feathers.

Currently, the Ancestral Power has reached level 1 at 85%. Even if I just breathe, sleep, and play games every day, I can still get about 1% growth, and I can level up in at most half a month.

"Are there no rooms available here?"

Gray drew back the curtains, glanced at the bustling street scene below through the French windows, then turned to glare at Mindy. "I always thought you were a well-behaved and sensible girl, but look at yourself now! Sloppy, lazy, all you do is eat and sleep, and you're incredibly shameless! Who gave you permission to sleep in my bed?"

Gray's tone was tinged with confusion. Before, due to limited conditions and concerns about harassment from gangsters, they couldn't stay in regular hotels. What was the meaning of them squeezing together now?

"I'd love to!"

Mindy quickly took off her coat and boots, and in her underwear and socks, she eagerly crawled into bed, waving to Gray with a grin, "Come on, come on, the weather's so nice, it'd be a shame not to take a nap."

"Mindy, I just realized you're so clingy. A girl should be a little more reserved."

Gray frowned slightly. He certainly liked sleeping, but the effect was greatly reduced if the object was Mindy. He rated it as not even as good as Jessica's finger.

"I'm clingy??"

Mindy immediately became displeased. Her previously smiling face turned cloudy, and she sat up abruptly from under the covers, hands on her hips, and roared fiercely, "Grey, we have to have a conscience! I don't know which bastard can't sleep without hugging me every day. Come on, tell the whole world who it is!"

"Ahem, everyone has some little habits, like how you like to hug a pillow to sleep. For example, if something soft and fluffy snuggled into your arms while you were sleeping, wouldn't you subconsciously hug it to sleep? I believe people all over the world can understand that."

Gray coughed twice, changing the subject, and instructed, "Let's not talk about this nonsense. I have to go out and take care of some business. Remember to buy some snacks after you wake up, especially the blue-packaged potato chips. I want to eat them when I get back, okay?"

"Okay, okay, stop nagging—"

Mindy replied irritably, and the moment Grey turned around, she blushed slightly and shrank back into the covers, her eyes wide open, looking somewhat guilty.

Of course, she wouldn't say it was because she felt safer huddled together with Gray; that would be too childish. She was the ruthless killer Hit-Girl, how could she be afraid to sleep alone?

......

Midtown High School, Queens.

Jessica rested her chin on her hand, gazing anxiously out the window. For some reason, her right eyelid had been twitching all day, as if foreshadowing something bad about to happen.

A full hundred days have passed since that unforgettable weekend, and she recalls the events of that day almost every day.

However, as time goes by, even the most unforgettable memories will gradually become blurred, as if viewed through a thin veil of mist, with many useless details fading under this filter.

Now, Jessica only clearly remembers two things: Damon's death and being forcibly kissed.

Thinking of Damon, she would occasionally feel a pang of guilt. Although he was worse than an animal, he did not deserve to die. In her opinion, breaking his limbs and confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life would be enough. There was really no need to kill him.

As for the scoundrel who forcibly kissed her several times, Jessica's feelings were much more complicated: anger, shyness, fear, and even a hint of expectation that she herself could not understand.

What are you expecting?

She had asked herself this question countless times: could it be a reasonable explanation? After all, she had never seen a man so capricious, committing murder suddenly, forcibly kissing someone unexpectedly—everything was wildly unimaginable.

Or perhaps, what she longed for was some kind of change, a change that could stir up a ripple in her mundane, monotonous life, which was bound by all sorts of trivial matters.

Campus life remained as boring as ever. The annoying bitches repeated the same things every day. Sometimes Jessica couldn't help but want to tear their mouths apart, not because she was being insulted, but because they were as monotonous and unoriginal as broken tapes, which drove her crazy.

Just then, her cell phone rang abruptly, interrupting Jessica's thoughts.

She instinctively picked up her phone, saw the unfamiliar number on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button.

"Feed?"

Jessica's voice carried a hint of doubt. She didn't have many friends, and only the Joneses and a few teachers knew her phone number.

A deep, husky male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Jessica, do you remember me?"

The voice seemed to possess some strange magic, causing Jessica's heart to beat faster involuntarily, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in her heart, but she couldn't remember who the person was.

"Who are you?"

"Well, it seems I really am not very noticeable, but it still makes me a little sad that you forgot about me so quickly. Kilgrave, your therapist, you came to me for a consultation last week, remember?" the man explained in a gentle tone.

"Ah! I'm sorry, sir, I haven't been feeling well lately and I accidentally forgot about it." Jessica stuck out her tongue secretly and quickly apologized.

The Joneses hired a psychologist because they noticed Jessica was often absent-minded lately and were worried that the new environment had triggered her anxiety disorder. They hoped the psychologist could help her.

Several days later, Jessica had almost forgotten about it.

"It's okay. I called to let you know that your follow-up appointment is at 2 PM today."

"Two o'clock? But I'm still at school..." Jessica said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay, you can take a day off. I believe you can convince the teacher. I'll be waiting for you at the clinic on time. Don't be late." His voice suddenly became unquestionable, and then he hung up the phone on his own.

Jessica accepted the suggestion without hesitation. She glanced at her watch, grabbed her backpack, and ran out of the classroom: "Oh no, it's almost one o'clock! I have to ask the teacher for leave right away!"