I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 47: The Wild Hunt - Sweeping Away the Hundred Herbs

Upon receiving the emergency call, and listening to the bewildered, confused, fearful, and utterly chaotic account from the college student on the other end of the line, Sheriff Smith, who answered the phone, gave a cold laugh.

These days, college students are too naive; they clearly lack the tempering of hardship and adversity. I really miss the old days, I miss those pioneers who bravely ventured into the new world…

Unlike today's college students, who are all so innocent and naive, easily panicking over the smallest things.

How can we build a United States like this! How can we serve our congressmen like this!

However, upon hearing that it was a multi-psychiatric hospital, Sheriff Smith nodded in understanding.

A mental hospital, huh? No wonder, considering that a violent psychopath recently appeared there.

Thinking this, Smith opened the drawer and glanced at the police inspector's epaulettes on his shoulder, then at the superintendent's epaulettes that he had just replaced a few days ago, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Thanks to this mental hospital, I avoided several years of detours. You know, a police superintendent is the highest honor many police officers can achieve in their lifetime. Even many older officers can only get the honorary title of police inspector when they are about to retire.

He himself, on the other hand, made it to the front page of the Manhattan Daily thanks to his meritorious service in "Possessed in Danger, Pregnant Patient Falls into the Clutches of Criminals. Invincible with Two Guns, Fierce Detective Fights Organ Hyena." and was promoted to a rising police inspector based on his unexpected fame.

In return for a favor, the mental hospital had some problems, and you didn't even help them out, did you?

As for how terrible and chaotic it is, according to college students... haha!

After greeting the newly appointed assistant, HiG, the two set off together. Originally, his assistant wasn't HiG's, but with the recent surge in human rights movements, white male police officers were hesitant to target male criminals, so the police station had also assigned a HiG to fight magic with magic.

But to be honest, Smith felt that this was pretty useless.

I, Smith, am the police chief of the Eighth Avenue Police Department in Manhattan, New York. I have been stationed on the front lines of Hell's Kitchen for many years. I have influence in both the underworld and the legitimate world. What kind of scene haven't I seen?

I've never seen anything like this before!

Gazing at the beautiful woman with pupa hanging on the wall, and the guy picking cotton below, and the white man who even took off his pants to spank the guy's ass...

Aren't you guys being a little too nostalgic for the past?! I'm just reminiscing about the cowboy spirit of the past, what are you guys reminiscing about from the past?!

With that thought in mind, Sheriff Smith glanced around to make sure there were no Native Americans nearby before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He then quickly headed toward the mental hospital, intending to stop this farce that was extremely contrary to current political correctness.

After firing three warning shots, and seeing that the men remained unmoved, Sheriff Smith snorted coldly, took out handcuffs, and pulled out his belt...

Seeing that Sheriff Smith and his assistant, Higgins, had also joined in the nostalgia, Peter remained silent for a moment before giving up any thought of stopping it.

Let's wait for the dean to come back. When the dean comes back, everything will be alright.

Thinking to himself, Peter suddenly calmed down, and even felt that this extraordinary scene in front of him was nothing... After all, it was just a spanking, and there was no food poisoning like acute heavy metal overdose.

As he was thinking, Peter suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with his way of thinking.

Realizing his thinking was flawed, Peter took a deep breath and warned himself, "Parker, you're Peter Parker, not some pampered Parker. You absolutely can't get used to this kind of thing..."

Thinking about it, Peter patted his face and continued to slack off in the guardhouse, pondering how to fill his volunteer reflections for the day.

The next day, upon returning from Asgard, and gazing upon the vibrant scene of life bursting forth, Ron couldn't help but pick up his phone, take a picture, and tweet it.

"Damn, this is truly eye-opening. Florida? It's just a mini-Hell's Kitchen!"

Looking at the scene on his phone, and the angry rebukes from nearby Twitter users Wang Ge, Councilor Ding, Yang Xiangtian, He Shanshuo, and food critic Wang Yi, Ron smiled broadly.

Upon reaching the doorway, with a wave of his hand, the spell was dispelled. Sheriff Smith and his assistant were momentarily stunned. The cognitive blockade had been released, and although it was a casual release, Sheriff Smith, who hadn't undergone any special mental training, was quickly hypnotized. It wasn't completely cleaned up, but there shouldn't be any problems for a while—perfect for testing if ordinary people could generate system coins.

In contrast, although Nick Fury had been picking cotton for three consecutive days, he was still full of energy. However, the moment he regained his freedom, he couldn't help but lie on the ground, veins bulging on his head, clutching his charred buttocks as if they had been violently expanded a hundred times by a thousand strong men.

Carlson hurriedly pulled up his pants and stared in horror at the BOSS, who was writhing on the ground like a maggot, occasionally letting out subtle groans. He felt genuinely worried about his future career as a secret agent.

As for Hawkeye, the moment he regained control of his body, he immediately drew the folding bow from behind him, pulled back the bowstring, and aimed it at Ron.

Ron: "?"

Ron raised an eyebrow at Hawkeye. Although he didn't speak, after a moment of silence, Hawkeye swallowed hard and silently put away his bow and arrows.

An instinctive feeling told him that this was very dangerous.

Seeing how sensible Hawkeye was, Ron didn't pay him any more attention. He grabbed Nick Fury and, looking at his buttocks, which were even more perky than Captain America's, Ron pouted with regret.

No wonder he's Nick Fury; there's no bleeding at all. The material of his underwear is one thing, but the impact resistance of his skin is also quite remarkable. I wonder if it's because of the leather boss chairs at S.H.I.E.L.D., or if he's been violently assaulted.

"Dude, I have important business to attend to, get going."

Hearing Ron's dismissal, Nick Fury and the others dared not say a word. They limped to their feet, and after a moment's thought, Nick Fury still asked, "S.H.I.E.L.D. offers excellent benefits. If you have any requests, please contact me at any time!"

"climb."

Ron glanced at the time of the Wild Hunt's arrival on the clock, but ignored Nick Fury completely.

Seeing Ron's cold and unapproachable demeanor, Nick Fury and the others abandoned their attempt to win him over—mainly because the injury to his buttocks was just too painful. How painful? Simply put, after continuous whipping, the sudden stop had dislocated Coulson's shoulder.

Seeing that Ron was indifferent to them, Nick Fury thought for a moment and then had Hawkeye rescue Natasha. Just as Hawkeye was about to cut the ropes with a throwing knife, Geralt and Ciri walked past them carrying popsicles.

At first, Nick Fury and the others didn't notice, and even thought with some pride—this guy's ass isn't as perky as mine.

But as the unique color scheme came into view, Nick Fury paused for a moment and subconsciously looked at Coulson beside him.

Unsurprisingly, Coulson, whose underwear even had Captain America printed on it, stared wide-eyed.

They stared at each other, and Nick Fury's eyelids twitched as he blinked rapidly, sending out Morse code; "Did you see that? Is that Captain America?!"

Coulson immediately responded with a blink: Definitely! I guarantee it, I still have the Captain's official mold at home!

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury's mind raced, realizing something was amiss. He instinctively wanted to ask if it was straight or curved, but then he thought, there seemed to be more than one place that could be used for molding. With this thought in mind, his already swollen, pert buttocks involuntarily began to contract his anus, causing Nick Fury to gasp in pain, as if he were deep-throating the air.

"That's the face! It's exactly the same as the face model's features!"

Oh, I see.

With a sigh of relief, Nick Fury finally relaxed, a mix of relief and regret welling up inside him. He then took a deep look at Captain America, frozen in ice, his vibranium shield, and the icy blue cube...

Although he had realized that Ron's power might far exceed his imagination, having already suffered greatly, gazing at the icy blue cube and recalling S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information about Hydra, and the mysterious weapon Hydra had secretly researched at the end of the war that could reverse the tide of war…

Feeling a surge of heat, Nick Fury even felt that his buttocks didn't hurt as much anymore.

With that thought in mind, Nick Fury took out his phone. Soon after, a team of agents arrived quickly, carrying the four people away on stretchers. On the way, Nick Fury was multitasking, thinking about what he had gained over the past two days—if he had any.

While recalling various details about Captain America, Hydra, and the Cosmic Cube, he also pondered how many zeros he should fill in on the workers' compensation claim form.

Damn it, Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the king of spies. Coulson, a veteran agent and role model. Natasha, the Black Widow from the former Soviet Union's Red Room. And Hawkeye, just there to make up the numbers.

I actually got caught in a mental hospital?

It wasn't even a mental hospital, because they didn't even go inside the gate; they just picked cotton at the entrance for three days! Nick Fury was even certain that if he went back a hundred years, he would definitely gain the appreciation of the rancher and live a happy life with fried chicken, watermelon, grape soda every day!

As Nick Fury imagined the envious and admiring glances of other guys, a sly smile crept onto his lips. But quickly, he punched himself hard, staring at himself in horror—what the hell was he thinking?! Why were these images and thoughts popping into his head?!

With this thought in mind, Nick Fury couldn't help but glance back at the mental hospital in the distance.

It must be because of that guy named Ron! Damn it, what has he been shoving into my brain?

Meanwhile, back at the mental hospital, Ron didn't immediately contact Captain America. Instead, he looked at Geralt beside him and asked, "It showed up on your end too, right?"

"Hmm." Geralt glanced at the system panel, nodded, and said with a hint of seriousness in his eyes:

"We originally had plenty of time, but suddenly, we only had less than a day left."

"It's accelerated." Ciri crossed her arms and looked at Ron, saying, "This means that Eredin has digested another part of the ancient blood, and he may have regained his true power as the King of the Wild Hunt."

Upon hearing this, Ron nodded.

The true power Ciri spoke of did not mean that Eredin became invincible, but rather that Eredin truly became the Wild Hunt before the first conjunction of the celestial spheres in the Witcher universe.

At that time, the Wild Hunt roamed freely across countless worlds, bringing suffering, disaster, and enslavement. If, during the pursuit of Ciri, Eredin's power was only able to reach less than half of its peak due to the loss of some fundamental elements...

Now that this part of the power has been restored, it means that Eredin's strength has not only recovered from 0.5 to 1, but also that her completeness has been replenished, and many of her abilities resonate and cooperate with each other, enough to unleash several times the power she had when chasing Ciri.

Thinking to himself, Ron paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky outside, a cold glint in his eyes, and said, "Get ready, the temperature is starting to drop."

Upon hearing this, Geralt and Ciri exchanged a glance, their hearts tightening, before quickly heading to their respective rooms to make final preparations for battle.

After guarding the base for a few days and seeing Ron's return, the wolf raised his chin, seemingly asking if he needed to help.

"This is Geralt and his companions' introductory mission. Too many participants might lower their rating... Just in case, you'll be scouting on the outskirts."

As he said this, Ron added, "Oh, and call Matt too."

"it is good."

Nodding, the wolf turned and left. Watching the wolf leave, the Divine Child looked around twice, then stepped forward and gently presented the offering to Ron.

"I have no strength to fight, this is the only help I can offer."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the rice in the palm of the Perseid and the Perseid's slightly weakened aura, Ron nodded, accepted the rice, and then went to prepare for the Wild Hunt.

The danjutsu is a man-made manifestation of the Dragon's Blood, and rice is essentially the flesh and blood of the danjutsu. By consuming rice, one can quickly replenish lost life force through the Dragon's Blood. Although it cannot bring one back to life, this substance, which contains a large amount of life energy, is a veritable hard currency in any world.

Ron might not need it, but Geralt and Ciri definitely will.

The Wild Hunt arrived sooner than Ron had anticipated. He'd expected tomorrow, but by the afternoon, the temperature in New York, which was in the height of summer and reached a sweltering 28 degrees Celsius, plummeted to minus three. Suddenly, complaints flooded the New York Weather Bureau. And while many experts touted the climate crisis, white dust began to slowly drift down from the sky, unnoticed by anyone.

At first, few people noticed the dust, but soon, with the arrival of the dust, the entire New York sky was covered with white snowflakes.

The winter wind was biting. While Tony Stark was still arguing with his uncle in the eternally warm, temperature-controlled tower, outside the tower, the temperature had already dropped so low that water would freeze instantly when splashed!

(End of this chapter)