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

As Hawkeye's face gradually turned pale and his body temperature slowly cooled, Natasha felt utterly helpless.

"How could this happen..." she kept murmuring to herself, overwhelmed by intense self-blame. Her nails dug deep into her palms, and she bit her lower lip until blood seeped out. She knew that regret was useless, and she could only use the pain to keep herself awake.

Because she didn't want to blame Gray for Hawkeye's death, even if he was really at fault. That wouldn't save Hawkeye, and it might even kill the dying Captain America.

Natasha forcibly suppressed the resentment in her heart. Even the most ordinary agent knows that emotions cannot influence judgment. The more critical the moment, the more important it is to make the right choice.

"I'm sorry, Natasha, I'm late." Gray's apologetic voice came through: "Hawkeye... It's my fault, all my fault! Why did my stomach hurt at such a crucial moment? Damn mutants! I'll avenge Hawkeye!"

Natasha clenched her fists tightly, but quickly relaxed them, shook her head and said, "The moment we became agents, we were prepared to sacrifice ourselves. Hawkeye died to save people, and I'm proud of him."

Gray nodded sadly: "Hawkeye is a true hero."

"Stop Magneto, and his death will have meaning, Gray. You will do it, won't you?" Natasha looked at Gray with a complicated expression.

It's not a question of whether or not it's possible, but rather whether or not it's feasible.

"certainly."

Gray looked serious, and after finishing the script, he slipped away, thinking to himself that intelligent girls are not cute at all.

Eddie followed with the camera, but stopped abruptly as he passed a pile of mutant corpses.

He muttered "Fuck you" softly for a while, and his head gradually deformed. His original facial features were swallowed up by the black substance, and in its place was a huge, ferocious head.

Its white eyes darted excitedly, radiating a bloodthirsty light. Its gaping maw slowly opened, revealing two rows of sharp, dagger-like fangs. Thick, black saliva dripped continuously from the corners of its mouth, corroding the ground with a sizzling sound.

"Eat dirty things that fall on the ground?" Gray looked at Venom in disbelief, not expecting it to be so unhygienic.

Venom sighed helplessly, "I've been malnourished lately. Eddie's salary last month was only 2000 yuan. After paying rent and utilities, we could only afford one box of cereal and one egg a day!"

As it spoke, it turned its body somewhat embarrassed. With each swallow, its body swelled a little, its black skin becoming increasingly glossy. In no time, only remnants and a pool of foul-smelling black liquid remained on the ground. Venom smacked its lips contentedly, its terrifyingly long tongue licking the corner of its mouth, before letting out a satisfied burp.

"With your abilities, making some money shouldn't be difficult, right?" Gray recalled the days when he and Mindy picked up money everywhere. They would take down a thug, turn the wallet inside out, and although they wouldn't waste time asking for the PIN, they would still find millions of dollars in cash.

"Eddie's a coward." Venom's voice trailed off. "He's afraid of being chased by the police, afraid of losing his job as a reporter, afraid of being hated by Annie, afraid of being treated like a monster... In short, he's afraid of everything."

At first, Venom didn't understand why Eddie was so cowardly, but as it gained a deeper understanding of human society, it did.

This is the way humans live: everyone must live within the bounds of the established order. Unless one has the ability to break the order, or the order itself, one can only obediently accept the constraints.

Upon hearing this, Gray couldn't help but accuse, "Venom, this is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Venom turned its terrifyingly large head, a human-like confusion appearing in its pale pupils.

"Yes, as Eddie's partner, you haven't given him enough security. He's afraid of being chased by the police, so why don't you just kill the police? He's afraid of losing his job as a reporter, so you can threaten the radio station executives to make them promote Eddie and give him a raise!"

As for being afraid of being disliked by Anne, that seems rather ridiculous to me. With your help, I believe Anne will enjoy extraordinary happiness.

"Maybe...you're right?" Venom wasn't sure if Gray was on the CPU itself.

"Anyone can spout grand theories, and I can't guarantee that everything I say is correct, but practice will definitely lead to the truth." Gray didn't want to say too much, worried that someone might misunderstand him as having ulterior motives.

"Shall I give it a try?" Venom hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust Gray this once. After all, he was a successful man, and there was nothing wrong with him taking advice.

"It's never wrong to dare to try."

After imparting his values ​​to Venom, Gray said as he walked, "Keep in your transformed state for now. The scene might get a bit chaotic, so make sure the camera is steady and give me plenty of close-ups. If there are any beautiful women, you can give them some screen time; the audience loves that."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Venom nodded seriously, and several tentacles darted out from its back, firmly securing the camera.

"By the way, Gray, there's a question that's been bothering me. In human society, most people practice monogamy, and having multiple partners is already considered a success. You can't possibly have more than you can handle. So why are you so obsessed with finding more women?" Venom and Eddie both knew that Gray was pretending to be a good guy in order to find a wife and recruit a huge number of beautiful women to have his seed.

"What kind of question is that? Do you think you'll never eat again after you finish your last meal? Or do you only eat one dish every day and don't want to try something new?" Gray patiently explained, "Venom, there's a kind of beauty called the beauty of numbers. There's an old saying that goes like this... One kill is a crime, a hundred kills make you a hero, but if you can slaughter a million, you're the hero of heroes."

The same principle applies to money. Ten million makes you a nouveau riche, but a hundred billion is different; you become a great person.

"By the same token, isn't the feeling of having one girlfriend and having a billion girlfriends completely different?" Gray quoted extensively and explained his views on girlfriends in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

"This, this..."

More than just completely different, Venom suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something was about to split open.

Seeing Venom pounding its head hard, and the black substance on its body bubbling up like boiling water, it appeared to be in great pain.

Gray stepped forward and gently patted its back, comforting it, "It's okay if you don't understand. Don't force yourself. You're still a baby, and it's not appropriate for you to be exposed to the adult world too early. You'll understand naturally when you grow up a bit more."

"Really?" Venom's voice was weak.

"Uncle Gray wouldn't lie to you."

At this point, the two could already see Magneto's invincible figure.

Looking up, Magneto hovered above Pennsylvania Avenue, his eyes beneath the red helmet cold and devoid of warmth. He surveyed the crowd below like a judge, releasing his powers without hesitation.

In an instant, cries for help, pleas for mercy, and heart-wrenching shouts mingled together, echoing over Washington, the symbol of the pinnacle of human power.

Magneto remained unmoved, pulling steel bars from the walls of nearby buildings and whistling through the crowd. Wherever he went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground. The blood gradually gathered into a stream, slowly flowing down the slope of the street.

It was cruel, but not a simple massacre. The higher-ups in humanity persecuted mutants, used innocent mutants for experiments, and treated them as outcasts.

Now, the mutant leader has returned, wreaking havoc on humanity with a heart full of anger and hatred, and this is not just the fault of one side.

The horrific scene on Pennsylvania Avenue was a vivid representation of the almost irreconcilable conflict between the two races, and it also foreshadowed the beginning of yet another act of revenge.

If we cannot let go of our prejudices, more blood and lives will be lost in this endless conflict.

Or perhaps, an irresistible force intervenes, forcibly severing the chains of hatred.

In the depths of his being, Gray felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility surging towards him, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, his face grave.

Immediately, a fearless idea slowly welled up in his mind.

If mutants and humans both become your slaves... employees, enjoying the same remains, wouldn't that make things fair?

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"