Chapter 62 Rumlow is in action
"Dad, I..."
Gill and Frank were sitting in a restaurant, and Jill said a little at a loss.
Although meeting his father was something he had always wanted to do, when he actually saw his father, he didn't know what to say.
“Jill, I’m sorry.”
Frank looked at his son, tears welling up in the tough man's eyes.
He lost his wife and daughter in the previous "accident", and now only this poor son is left alive.
He who originally only had the word revenge in his heart finally lost control of his emotions.
Frank carefully stretched out his hand and wanted to rub his son's head.
But it stopped halfway, trembling uncontrollably.
"Dad, it's so great to see you!"
Jill stretched out her hand and grabbed Frank's palm that was still in mid-air.
He could feel the rough hands covered with calluses, and he could also feel the warmth coming from his palms.
He has no resentment towards his father.
That was all just an "accident", wasn't it?
Gil, who had personally experienced the process of death, although he wanted to cry loudly and throw himself into his father's arms, he still tried hard to control his emotions.
The grief in his father's heart was not much less than his, and at this time, only he could bring some trivial comfort to his father.
Frank looked at Jill's red eyes. He was overcome with sadness in an instant. His child was trying to comfort him. How could he continue to be immersed in grief?
"Jil, whatever you want to eat, daddy will allow you."
Frank looked at Jill in front of him, his cold face was like ice thawing, showing tenderness.
Except for the red eyes of the father and son, there is no other place that can tell how much grief the father and son have experienced in their hearts.
……
Rumlow wore a decent suit and walked into the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.
This place is the base camp of killers, and everyone seen here is a killer.
Even if unsuspecting tourists occasionally come in, they will be turned away for reasons such as the room is full.
This place was meant to serve killers, and now Rumlow follows Dugan's request and comes here to issue a mission, just to find the killer monkey.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
The hotel receptionist glanced at Rumlow and immediately knew that this guy was not a resident of the hotel.
However, the neat appearance made the front desk understand that this guy was not one of those tourists who entered by mistake.
“I need to post a task and don’t know where to start?”
While Rumlow was speaking, a coin common to the Continental Hotel appeared in his hand spinning on his fingertips.
This coin is universal within the scope of the high table, and this coin was specially given to him by Dugan.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Rumlow to even issue the mission.
Although the scum in the dark side can still issue tasks, in order to avoid being discovered by the Hydra hidden in SHIELD, Dugan still asked Rumlow to come in person.
"Then please take the elevator over there."
The receptionist stretched out his hand to point Rumlow in the direction, and then remained silent again.
If this coin hadn't been the witness, Rumlow would never have said anything more if he wasn't an outsider.
Anyway, you need to pay a tip of one coin to enter that place, and this guy Rumlow has the ticket money on his hand.
Rumlow strode in the direction he pointed. It is very normal to carry weapons in this place, so he does not have to worry about the firearms on him being exposed when he enters the door. Taken away.
On the way to the elevator, he passed by a guy with long hair and bruises on his face. At this moment, he felt an aura similar to a threat.
Rumlow looked at the other party for a moment, and then acted according to his own goals.
"John Wick, interesting." Rumlow just muttered in his heart. He didn't have time to care about these things now. What he wanted to do was a hundred times more important than observing a legendary killer.
......
After completing the mission release, Rumlow walked out of the Continental Hotel with a relaxed pace. He looked at the sky starting to become gloomy and felt a little emotional for a moment. .
At this time, it was time for him to return to the tavern and continue discussing the next step with his old instructor.
At the same time, Luke Cage and Matthew Murdock, who were training at the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, were staying in the stone house.
The coat Luke was wearing was filled with all kinds of damage, and it looked like his defense was helping him.
As for Matthew, he saw various scratches on his body, as well as a curly hair that had been burnt by fire.
They had just passed the first level of the trial. The moment they passed the trial, they all felt that their bodies seemed to have changed slightly.
For the native barbarians, the process of passing through the secret realm of trials is a process of stimulating the Nephalem blood in the body, but for these two ordinary humans, what they obtained was such an insignificant trace of Nephalem blood.
Comparing the harvest that a native barbarian can achieve, they did not get even one percent of the total harvest.
But that's not important. In this trial, Luke gained precious fighting experience, and he didn't see any injuries on his body.
Maybe it’s because the group of zombies couldn’t even scratch his skin.
Just when he faced some guys who were obviously not human, he felt that he could use the power of his body freely and intelligently without worrying about killing people.
Then he was pushed to the ground by three zombies, and they touched him.
But this level of damage is simply insignificant compared to the iron rods that fell from time to time on Madoc.
With just a turn, he escaped from the control of the walking zombies, and then swung his war blade to split those guys into two pieces.
Compared to Luke, who had good defense, Matthew's experience was more pitiful.
Facing a whole group of fallen demons, he first endured a miserable chase, and then used simple traps in the secret realm to deal with the ordinary fallen demons wielding claws and wooden sticks.
Then his head was burned by the fireball thrown by the Sinking Demon Wizard.
While he was chasing the Sinking Demon Wizard, the Sinking Demons killed by the trap stood up again and continued to chase him.
At this moment Matthew stepped on a loose floor tile and luckily picked up a glove.
Hmm...a glove that has been used for a long time!
Although Matthew didn't know why he loved this glove that was somewhat broken to the touch, it didn't stop him from feeling the power of this glove.
Just after he put on that glove, he had the defense to ignore the attacks of the ordinary Sinking Demon, so he inserted the short stick in his hand into the eye socket of the Sinking Demon Wizard against those messy attacks, and won the victory.
He felt that his body had become about 50% stronger. If he were to meet those black-clothed ninjas before, he would be able to win in just a few breaths.
The important thing is that he can almost ignore the katana swords in the hands of those ninjas.
“I never thought that old man could send us to this magical place. I am stronger than before!”
Luke waved the war blade in his hand with one hand. Now When he used this heavy weapon, he was finally able to wield it with one hand freely...
"Have you ever wondered why he helped us like this?"
Matthew touched the magical glove on his hand, feeling a little worried.
As of two o'clock noon, a total of 50 chapters were owed.
The next step is to update according to the new ratio.
Regarding the issue of the heroine, I read everyone’s comments and determined the direction of the next treatment.
There will be friends, but not a partner.
Thank you very much for your messages.
New week, new recommendations. I will update three times a day as always, and I will start paying off the outstanding updates on the day it is put on the shelves.
I also hope that everyone can vote for me as always, and I will work hard to update to repay your support.
The author paused.
(End of this chapter)