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

A beam of light suddenly shone into George Stacy's eyes.

In an instant, the gloomy and desperate emotions vanished without a trace, like thin ice meeting the blazing sun.

At this moment, the bureau chief was enveloped by an indescribable and complex feeling. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar young man in front of him, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Can we stop taking pictures? My eyes are almost blinded..."

Chief George's voice trembled with a hint of helplessness as he forced out the words through clenched teeth.

The powerful flashlight in Gray's hand was almost shoved in his face, and the intense light made Chief George feel as if his retina was being directly exposed to the sun.

"Chief George, it's all over now."

Having gathered his emotions, Gray slowly stood up, his deep gaze fixed on George, his voice low and powerful: "I have seen your perseverance, your despair and confusion. I want to say that although the darkness of the past may linger, it is now history. There is no need to be afraid. The suffering you have endured is a reflection of the scars of this city, and now, you and I are standing at a new starting point."

He took a deep breath, his emotions rising even higher: "I stand here to tell you that we, the righteous, are not fighting alone! Evil may rise again, and darkness may return!"

But—as long as the flame in our hearts still burns, as long as we fight side by side, all evil! All sin! will vanish before us!

Yes, we...we are the strongest bulwark of this city! We are the everlasting hope, the beacon of justice! Therefore—let us join hands, let us fight together, so that this city will never be shrouded in darkness!

Gray stood with his hands raised at the edge of the unfinished building. The moonlight, like a layer of holy silver gauze, gently draped over his shoulders, outlining a shimmering silhouette.

A fierce wind howled past, whipping his hair wildly, yet it could not shake his upright figure, which stood as straight as a pine tree. He exuded an undeniable aura of determination, and his deep eyes gleamed sharply in the moonlight, as if proclaiming the arrival of justice to the world.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Although it was a bit inexplicable, George couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, an overwhelming feeling of exhilaration rising in his chest.

Gray remained calm, his gaze seemingly piercing through the world, and uttered a few words indifferently: "Me? Just an unknown nobody. Why should a hero need to leave his name?"

After saying that, he left indifferently, just as indifferently as he had come.

"Hey! Don't go yet, the ropes binding me haven't been untied yet!" Chief George shouted hurriedly.

......

Gray arrived at the place where the hostages were being held in the blink of an eye.

Inside the gloomy, unfinished building, fifty young girls huddled together like a flock of frightened lambs, helplessly squatting on the ground, their faces filled with deep fear, like an inescapable gloom.

Around them, several armed thugs paced back and forth like the Grim Reaper, their cold and fierce gazes like icy blades scraping across them, constantly reminding them to obey.

The King of Cards sat leisurely on a makeshift chair pieced together from discarded building materials, an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth, observing the Punisher's movements with great interest.

In front of him was a small electronic device with complex surveillance footage flashing on the screen. This was an informant he had set up in advance, allowing him to have a clear understanding of the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He turned his head sharply and saw that Gray had arrived at some point.

He dared not slacken in the slightest, and quickly stood up straight, his previously casual and unruly demeanor instantly vanishing. He said respectfully, "Sir, why did you come in person? Please rest assured, the situation here is entirely under my control. Once the police leave, I will immediately begin the transfer of my new colleagues."

Gray seemed not to hear him, his gaze sweeping past Gambit and landing on the group of girls huddled together. He frowned slightly: "My little darlings don't look very happy. They seem to have gone without food for a long time, and they look filthy. This makes me a little unhappy too. Gambit, what do you suggest we do?"

No one who has been kidnapped can be happy.

Furthermore, as the instigator, the source of all evil, and the terrifying mastermind behind it all, isn't it a bit excessive to say such things?

The King of Cards couldn't help but mutter to himself, but his hands moved quickly, and he threw out four cards without hesitation, like four deadly flying knives, accurately killing several loyal and ruthless bandits.

The thugs didn't even have time to scream before they fell straight down, their blood slowly spreading across the ground.

They never imagined that, in the eyes of their homelanders, they were just like the police outside, mere tools in a game, with no distinction between friend and foe.

"I'll arrange for someone to send food over right away."

Gambit lowered his head in trepidation, glanced furtively at Gray, and muttered a pointed complaint: "Kingpin's men are still too rude. They should treat girls, especially pretty girls, with the same gentleness and consideration as you."

"Okay, make my little darlings happy as soon as possible. If I don't see a smile on their faces next time, I'll chop you up." Gray's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

"......yes."

The King of Cards had a dry throat and nodded stiffly.

"Go kill the Punisher. We can't let him run rampant like this. We're running out of manpower."

Gray's voice was flat, as if he were recounting something trivial, yet the ruthlessness in his words was as cold as a knife.

Using "tool" to describe one's own people is already the ultimate humiliation, but the King of Cards still dared not show the slightest change in expression, and obediently agreed.

The King of Cards knew that the terror of Homelander lay not only in his strength, but also in the fact that he only had two kinds of people in his eyes: those he liked and those he didn't.

He can show unconditional favoritism and indulgence towards people he likes.

They show the same utter contempt and disdain for those they dislike.

The King of Cards' fawning, flattery, and obsequiousness are all he wants to do is become someone he likes.

So Frank died quickly, blown to pieces by the power of the Gambit card.

Gray didn't dislike Uncle Punish at all; in fact, he admired his killing spree—clean, efficient, and incredibly cool.

However, there was no other way. Considering the imbalance of power between the two sides, the Punisher's survival might affect the subsequent plot, so they had to reluctantly take him offline.

After finishing his chores, Gray turned his gaze to the distance, where he saw Spider Woman locked in a fierce battle with Vulture. Vulture used his aerial advantage to circle and launch surprise attacks, while Spider Woman relied on her agility and spider silk to barely defend herself.

Gray watched quietly for a while, and seeing that Spider-Woman was almost in danger, he decisively stepped forward.