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"Ship ahead, stop for inspection! Stop for inspection!" As they spoke, the frigate's guns swung toward them.

Ryan hurriedly stopped the boat. Their tiny vessel would be finished with a single shell.

Watching this, Bai Jing thought, As expected of a capitalist country's navy—really mingling with the people!

I'm clearly an ordinary civilian with no strength to speak of, not a pirate. Did they really need to point cannons at me?

"That cruiser is the Perry-class cruiser USS Gary. Construction began in December 1982, and it entered service in November 1983. It was sponsored by Dorothy Gary, the widow of the late Lieutenant Colonel Gary, so it was named the USS Gary. I heard it had gone on a cruise through Asia and docked in Cambodia. I didn't expect it to be back already!" Ryan excitedly introduced the approaching warship.

Noticing Bai Jing's strange look, Ryan said awkwardly, "Hehe, everyone has their own hobbies!"

"Oh..." Bai Jing nodded and looked at the ship. He felt as though the name sounded familiar.

Why would a man from China like me find an American warship familiar?

His mind was exceptionally sharp now, and his memory was outstanding. If he felt he recognized it, it definitely was not an illusion—he had certainly heard the name somewhere.

"Was it in the news?" Bai Jing closed his eyes and searched his memories. Then he abruptly opened them, understanding the source of that familiarity.

It was a news report he had seen in 2015. The U.S. military had sold four Perry-class frigates to Taiwan.

One of them had been called the USS Gary.

Was this the one?

Before the frigate, over a hundred meters long and twenty to thirty meters high—he had not found the exact specifications—the yacht, less than seven meters tall, was pitifully small. A rope ladder was lowered from the USS Gary, and several soldiers with rifles slung over their shoulders climbed down.

"Just the few of you?" The white officer swept his large eyes across the group and immediately spotted Denny's impressive figure.

If the boat had contained only Ryan, a latino, and Bai Jing, an asian, he might have conducted a body search.

As for how someone could hide a Hulk inside their body, perhaps the Hulk could shrink.

But there was also a white man aboard, handsome and carrying an imposing air—though in truth, Banner was simply so nervous that his face had stiffened.

Based on his years of experience, the officer judged that this white man was probably the yacht's owner. The woman was simple enough, just a decorative female companion, while the Latin American was likely a butler or something similar.

As for the asian man, he was tall and thin, with a scholarly air. He looked like an accountant, perhaps a communications expert or computer specialist.

Or maybe he was the sort who normally never spoke, but could knock the officer down the moment he made a move—then help him back up and ask, "What did you learn from today's incident?"

"We're searching for someone. Please cooperate." As he spoke, he pulled a photograph from his pocket and handed it to the four of them. "Have you seen him?"

Bai Jing took one look at the photo. Wasn't it Bruce Banner from back when he had long hair and an unkempt beard?

He immediately shook his head. "Never seen him."

"What about you?" the officer asked Ryan Daling and Denny Roberts.

Bai Jing looked at them as well. He knew these two only submitted to his strength and had no real loyalty to him. Now that the U.S. military was backing them, would they sell him out?

Ryan Daling looked at the photograph, decisively shook his head, and handed it to Denny.

"Never seen him." Denny shook her head as well, then passed the photo to Bruce Banner, who was sitting furthest inside.

Banner did not dare speak. He had no idea whether the military had recordings of his voice, so he merely shook his head.

"Pretty aloof..." The officer curled his lip. He glanced again at the voluptuous woman beside him, his heart full of envy. Rich people's lives really were decadent.

Forget it. He would find a few female soldiers later and blow off some steam. (Note 1)

"Don't stay out in the bay too late at night. It's dangerous." The officer curled his lip and waved. "We're heading back."

The soldiers stepped aside to let their superior go first, then followed after him.

Bai Jing watched as the last soldier climbed the rope ladder. Then he suddenly leaned toward the warship and reached out. With a single hook of his hand, the thick warship deck instantly became much thinner!

Even if the U.S. military's retired destroyers were given to Taiwan, they would not have much impact on China. China would still crush them all the same.

America was simply trying to disgust people while making some money on the side.

Bai Jing could not exactly stand up and blast the ship with a Gravity Talisman. What he needed to do was protect himself while making the greatest possible contribution!

So he could only take some steel along the way and disgust the U.S. military in return.

Ryan and Denny had no idea what Bai Jing had done. Banner had some vague guesses, but he said nothing.

He had no favorable feelings toward the U.S. military.

Bai Jing looked at Ryan and Denny and said softly, "Let's go!"

He said nothing more, but because of their performance just now, his opinion of the two had risen considerably.

Of course, they might also have been infiltrators. Perhaps their loyalty was merely for greater rewards. But if that was the case, they were even more worth using.

After all, if someone was willing to place infiltrators even in a small gang like the Gray Squirrel Gang, then aside from S.H.I.E.L.D., only Hydra could have done it.

Those two organizations were quite useful!

Nothing else happened during the rest of the journey.

The yacht entered New York Bay, traveled upstream along the Hudson River, and finally docked at the pier outside Order Society.

Only then did Banner realize that this seemed to be Hell's Kitchen?

"You're... a gang?" Banner asked in surprise.

Hell's Kitchen was known to everyone. Even a shut-in like Banner knew its reputation.

"We used to be, but not anymore." Bai Jing smiled. "Come up and let's talk."

Banner stepped ashore, half convinced and half doubtful. Then Bai Jing said, "Order Society's dream is to cover chaotic Hell's Kitchen with order!"

"This..." Banner blinked. "Wouldn't that be difficult?"

"It's not too bad. When we started, we only had two blocks and one hundred people. Now we have six blocks and nearly three hundred people." Bai Jing smiled. "As long as most people desire order, Order Society will succeed!"

Banner nodded as though he understood. He did not know much about philosophy or politics, but Bai Jing's ideals did not seem wrong.

Is pursuing order wrong? Apparently not. Then Order Society is obviously a righteous organization!

Banner no longer felt any psychological pressure.

He had already prepared himself to join Order Society, even if it was a gang, because he had no other choice.

Now, it seemed far better than he had imagined! On the second floor was what had once been a bar. It was no longer open for business. Matt planned to combine this bar with the Viper Gang's two bars and build a large nightclub.

Banner curiously looked around. He had been a top student since childhood, stayed at the university to teach after growing up, and was later invited by the military to join a laboratory. He had never been to a place like this bar before. This was actually his first time!

"What, do you like this place?" Bai Jing asked.

"Uh, no, no!" Banner hurriedly shook his head. An honest man like him naturally could not accept such a place.

Bai Jing nodded. He could not accept it either, nor could Matt. None of them enjoyed this sort of nightclub.

On the third floor was SpongeBob Hall. The hall originally had no name; it was only called that because Bront had once watched SpongeBob there.

In the hall, Matt stood beside the sofa with a solemn expression, leaning on his cane. He had heard Bai Jing's footsteps and risen in advance.

"Matt, let me introduce you. This is Keanu Reeves, a renowned physicist! I'm planning to invite him to be our scientific adviser!" Bai Jing said.

"Uh..." Banner was rather curious. Hadn't they already passed the U.S. military inspection? Why was he still called Keanu Reeves?

But since it was Bai Jing's arrangement, Bruce Banner complied. "Hello."

He extended his hand, and Matt did the same. The two shook hands. For their first meeting, the atmosphere was fairly pleasant.

Matt thought it over. He had no impression of any scientist named Keanu Reeves.

Most people in the scientific world were not particularly famous anyway. Unless they were deliberately publicized, most people still would not know even Nobel Prize winners, much less recognize them upon seeing them.

But Bai Jing was a smart man. Anyone he approved of should possess a certain level of ability.

"Matt is blind. His eyes were damaged by radiation when he was young, so he can't see anything," Bai Jing explained to Banner. Then he said to Matt, "Keanu Reeves is also a biologist and a High Energy Physics expert. He might have a way to treat your eyes!"

"Huh?" Bruce Banner looked at Matt in surprise. When they shook hands just now, Matt had accurately grasped his hand. He did not seem blind at all!

But when he looked at Matt's eyes again, under the lights, they resembled a pair of gray amber stones, dim and lifeless.

He really was blind!

And his eyes had been damaged by radiation! (Note 2)

Having also suffered radiation damage, Banner immediately felt much closer to Matt.

"I've seen plenty of doctors, but nothing ever came of it. After all these years, I've already gotten used to it." Matt shook his head and straightforwardly explained his condition.

Perhaps this Keanu Reeves was highly skilled, but the chance of curing his eyes was still very low. By saying that first, he would avoid hurting this new colleague's feelings.

"I'll do my best to try!" Banner became serious. After all, having just joined the team, if he did not show some of his abilities, people might look down on him.

To treat his own problem, he had studied a great deal of medical knowledge.

Long illness made the patient a doctor. Though he had not received formal training, with his talent, casually studying it had brought him close to the top of the field.

Bai Jing had great confidence in him. Treating a pair of eyes could not possibly be harder than building a time machine, could it?

"Then let's leave it at that for today. Denny, arrange somewhere for Dr. Keanu Reeves to stay," Bai Jing called out.

"Alright!" Denny said. "Dr. Keanu Reeves, please come with me!"

As she spoke, she winked.

Even when Bai Jing had his Super Vision turned off, he found her a breathtaking beauty. How could an honest man like Banner withstand that? His face immediately reddened, and he lowered his head as he followed her.

"Is there something else?" Bai Jing looked at Matt Murdock.

Aside from Bai Jing's intact eyes, the two possessed super smell, sight, hearing, and perception. They could communicate through extremely subtle means without anyone nearby noticing.

Of course, that was limited to simple communication. For anything more complicated, they still had to use their mouths.

"I contacted Frank and explained our ideals to him. He'll come over tomorrow," Matt Murdock said.

Bai Jing first thought about who Frank was. Oh, that man!

He had an impeccable moral compass and showed no mercy to evil—my Admiral Akainu!

The Punisher!

He was joining Order Society too?

What was this? Were all the heroes of the world gathering under my banner?

1: According to USA Today, a research report published on October 28, 2008, showed that among American female soldiers stationed in Afghanistan and Iraq who sought treatment at veterans' affairs centers, roughly one in seven had suffered sexual assault or sexual harassment during service. More than half of those victimized female soldiers suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.

2: Gamma Rays and particle impacts were also forms of radiation.