Chapter 357: Taking the blame on Nick Fury is a professional (10,000-word chapter)
Coulson did not feel any guilt at all about throwing dirt on Nick Fury.
Although Coulson knew very well that the Nick Fury he saw might have various dark ways of doing things, he had nothing to do with Hydra.
Or even if there is, it is not something Coulson can know.
But there is no need to pay attention to the truth when it comes to throwing dirty water.
In this day and age, you don't even need a few borrowed photos to discredit someone.
"I'm ready to resign, Colson."
Melinda looked at her watch, it was already late at night.
If you don’t go to rest, you will probably have to have breakfast and then come back and continue working.
Although this is not very humane, this country pays more attention to "efficiency".
"I've been on the sacrifice list. At least I don't have to listen to a Hydra's command every day to do things I don't want to do."
There was a hint in Colson's words.
Although he knew very well that such verbal guidance would not have much effect on the cavalry.
Melinda is an agent no worse than him.
Professional qualities are trustworthy.
"I'm going to have a vacation soon."
Melinda glanced at Coulson as if she was going to see something wrong with the man in front of her.
Will Coulson suspect Nick Fury?
Of course.
It’s just that if Coulson really discovered something, he would never solve the problem in this way.
Maybe this was his temptation.
But Melinda was really bored.
"Okay, this safe house is mine. Apart from Nick Fury, the only person who knows here is you."
Coulson said this.
With a smile.
In a sealed compartment not far behind him, there was a life substitute for Nick Fury for emergency use.
Melinda is not like him, who can use the power of Lord Sky Hammer to erase the traces of modern technology.
The radio system here has also been destroyed, and Melinda's back is to the only intact camera, which is also the most secretive one.
Nick Fury will not know what Melinda said by seeing her mouth movements on the surveillance camera.
And the most important thing is that Lord Tianchui does not need to open the door if he wants to enter a room!
The door here will record the message that Melinda pushed the door.
As long as Nick Fury comes back, he will definitely discover something unusual about Melinda and launch an investigation.
The guy who is all black will not resolve the misunderstanding with a conversation, but will keep testing.
The most likely way is probably to force Melinda to go out on field duty.
A less than perfect plan, but it will definitely work.
"You let Hydra in your mouth know the location of your safe house?"
Melinda frowned.
Out of concern for her old friend, she still asked.
"I don't have the ability to deduct so much money from SHIELD's funds to build a safe house. I'm just a user here."
Colson revealed as always That iconic smile.
The current situation is really great.
"I think we will meet again, and then you will probably trust me, Melinda."
Colson said this, and then looked quietly Looking at Melinda in front of her.
“That’s crazy!”
Melinda opened the door and left the cabin directly. Colson's figure faded little by little and disappeared.
Next he was going to the Kingpin to talk to the Stonebreakers about possible exposure.
Agents are always more careful than gang leaders in doing things. This professionalism is reflected in all aspects.
......
Tony Stark stood in front of Bulcaisel with sleepy eyes, a little cynical and absent-minded.
Compared with prizes, he cared more about the thief god's revenge stone.
Tony had tried it, and the gem did provide him with some enhancements.
But even the future technology from the Cybermen has not analyzed many useful things.
Fortunately, the next evolution of the suit has begun.
For the time being, he couldn't think of a suitable name for the suit on his body.
Maybe Saber is a good name.
After all, the Saber is always multi-functional, and the uniform he wears will be his biggest trump card for a long time to come.
“You mean, you want a lot of gems to serve as energy sources?”
Bulkasso’s expression was a little strange, and he couldn’t help but wonder if these rich people wanted everything. So strange.
It was already a little weird that Wayne wanted to know his weakness.
And Tony's need for gems surprised him even more.
This is the gap caused by different locations.
For barbarians who can enter the secret realm at any time to find treasures, gems are really not a scarce resource.
But for Tony, a relatively close "outsider", there is no good way to obtain enough gems for his research other than buying them from Luke and the others with money.
But gems are also precious to young warriors.
Not even enough.
After all, these gems are upgraded at a ratio of three to one by the gemstone craftsmen, and the gems that Luke and the others can obtain now are most likely to be flawless gems like small water droplets.
The gems are divided into fourteen levels...
The number of low-level gems required for a highest-level gem set on a weapon is really a lot.
"I want to think about what level of gems is more suitable for you."
Bulkessor felt a little headache.
Gemstones are nothing rare.
But what he needs to consider is whether to give Tony the highest grade gemstone.
After all, for Luke and the others, the increase that a top-grade emerald or ruby can provide is a bit too big.
Although I have confidence in the young warriors, they will not become hired thugs or anything like that.
But this seems unfair to the soldiers.
Bulcaisel's original prize for Tony was an Elanoc amulet.
This thing is immune to the power of ice when worn around the neck.
It can even convert ice damage into vitality recovery.
Iron Man definitely has the ability to add an internal cooling effect to the suit.
A different kind of recovery method is enough to ensure Tony's safety.
"It's okay. Anyway, I just want to use it for research. It's just some samples. I will soon be able to make an energy supply device that is more efficient than those gems."
Tony responded, but he was too distracted. They all flew to their own laboratories.
He couldn't wait to start researching the Thief God Gem.
Of course, a thorough disinfection process must be carried out before research.
"Gem."
Bulcaisel reached into his backpack and held out a handful of various gems.
The number of these gems is no different from the number that a treasure hoarding goblin can drop.
There are about a dozen of them, but the level is not very high.
But if it is used as research material, this is enough.
“Thank you.”
Tony stretched out his hand and held the pile of gems, a little surprised.
"I said, can't you provide a bag? I don't have room to put these little things on me."
Tony had a teasing smile on his face.
Briefly returned his attention to the matter in front of him.
The mountain-splitting ax next to Bulkesso shone with light, seeming to be moving.
Tony is quite suitable as a leader.
Unfortunately, Tony does not have Nephalem blood flowing in his body.
So after the mountain-splitting giant ax flashed a little, there was no other movement.
"Banner."
Bulkessor called Banner's name.
He was a little fed up with Tony.
Now he just wants to end the matter in front of him quickly.
It is best to decide on the candidate for the mountain-splitting giant ax as soon as possible, and the subsequent matters can be skipped.
Needless formalism is never pleasing.
"I just want you to solve Betty's problem."
Banner's thin body tightened his coat in the cold wind.
The embarrassing situation after the transformation made him feel cold.
And Hulk never cared about his thoughts.
If keeping a pair of shorts is Hulk's last mercy on his dignity, he still thought about it for Banner.
After all, the Hulk wearing shorts would be called the Hulk. If he didn't have shorts, he might be called the big green murderous beast.
Clothes represent the epitome of human civilization.
“No comment?”
Bulkasso looked at Banner in front of him and took a deep breath.
Things are getting more and more complicated.
But the mountain-splitting giant ax still hasn’t chosen the most suitable person.
"I am a scientist. As for the evaluation of the battle, how about the evaluation of 'Hulk feels unhappy'?"
Banner said with some stuttering.
"Betty, your wish."
Bulkessor didn't answer.
Banner's problem should be solved by himself after Kotur convinces the scholar.
Betty keeps talking about solving Banner's problem anyway, so it's better to let Betty express her wish first.
“!”
Betty is so excited!
The feathers on the wings stood up.
When Bulcaisuo suddenly called her, she was as nervous as a bird.
"Solve the problem between Banner and me."
Betty said nervously. ,
Obviously she didn't pay attention to what Banner said just now.
"Return to human form. Do you want to keep your strength?"
Bulkessor raised his eyes and looked at the two people opposite him and said.
If she wants to retain her current power, it would be best for Betty to find a scientist.
It would be best for Banner to reach a consensus with Hulk.
If you don’t retain your strength, there are many ways.
For example, Bulcasso can use the gift from the Time Lord to allow these two guys to turn back time and start their lives again.
Or throw it into Kanai's box and refine it.
Anyway, Jordan Kule is here, and this time Bulkaso will definitely say that famous line to Jordan Kule!
The sentence "Such a great artifact"!
All Nephalem who have come into contact with Kanai's Box will agree with this approach.
“Keep it!”
“No need!”
Betty and Banner made completely different choices.
Betty felt somewhat satisfied with getting this power.
For Banner, Hulk was the beginning of his tragic career.
"Listen to me Banner! Have you forgotten the threat of that big head!"
Betty's sharp voice sounded, her sharp claws clasped Banner's shoulders, her eyes burning said.
"After we lose this power, they probably won't pay attention to us. Betty."
Banner smiled sadly.
Just a green light appeared on his body.
Obviously Hulk has a different view on this answer.
"Your existence is a miracle, Banner. If it were me, I would not give up on capturing you. After losing the power of the Hulk, you also lose the power to say 'no' .”
General Ross looked at Banner with a look of hatred.
General Ross has a somewhat different view of his future son-in-law, which is somewhat disappointing.
Veteran American soldiers like to put the initiative on their own side.
An aggressive defense against everything around it.
Defense is just a modifier, aggression is the essence.
"Okay, then keep it?"
Banner said unsteadily.
Hulk wanted to come out, but in front of Bulcasso, he was still scared.
"Jordon Kule! Come here!"
Bulkeso shouted helplessly toward the sky.
It's better to let Jordan Kule do this kind of thing.
Jotun Kule personally uses Kanai's Box. This is an opportunity that the big guy has been waiting for for an unknown amount of time!
When the time comes, those ancestors will definitely taunt Jotun Kule in the most vicious and bitter tone they have ever thought of in their entire lives.
Even Leah would be eager to try this kind of thing.
“Why don’t you ask what the other will thinks? Or why don’t you ask the magical mountain-splitting ax?”
Jordan Kule's drake voice came out, causing Bulkesso to turn his head.
The mountain-splitting giant ax is emitting light and is ready to try.
Even when there was no Nephalem blood in Banner's body, he had the intention to pounce on him.
This surprised Bulkesso.
"Banner? No, you want to choose Hulk?"
Bulcaisel asked, his tone not very solemn.
The light on the mountain-splitting ax became more intense.
“A difficult problem.”
Kolik said with some glee.
Banner or Hulk?
The souls of these two guys are one.
But which of the two consciousnesses should be eliminated?
Kolic was very curious about what choice Burqasso would make.
Although the famous trolley problem barbarian did not know.
But this does not prevent them from thinking about which person to save in danger.
For example, a house is on fire, and three people are in two corners of the house.
No matter which party is saved, the other party will die, so what should we do?
Kolic asked Bulcasso this question a long time ago, but Bulcasso did not give him an answer.
And now, Bulcasso has to make a choice.
"Jotun Kule, can you divide this guy into two people?"
Bulcaisel asked directly.
This is his answer.
Bulkasso chose to put out the fire first!
"Consciousness and the soul are not unrelated. How do you plan to separate a consciousness from the existence of the soul? Or do you plan to let the guy in front of you divide his soul like you?"
Zordon Kuller floated down, his voice as ugly as ever.
"I have a lot of forgotten souls here."
Bulkessor said.
I didn’t pay any attention to the nervous expressions of Banner and Betty standing in front.
“The Forgotten Soul cannot support a consciousness. What you have to do is to create an independent life! Are you so arrogant that you think you are the first generation Bulcaisu after inheriting the name Bulcaisso? You don’t have the authority over life!”
Jordon Kule’s sarcasm was genuine.
"I am not creating a life, I am letting that consciousness have a space of its own, instead of having to compete with another self for control of the body."
Bulkessau explained a little.
“Similar to the spirit behind?”
Jordon Kule asked.
“Like conjoined twins.”
It took Bulcaisel a long while before he came up with a not-so-appropriate answer.
To be precise, his idea was to create a bucket with a barrier in the middle, but it would not block water, only block consciousness.
The water in the bucket is power, and power will be shared.
But this power does not belong to only one consciousness.
The two have forcibly established a communication link, and they will eventually become one.
This approach only speeds up the process of becoming one.
"It's unnecessary. As long as you raise the hammer of judgment at that guy and say, 'If you don't become one, you will be hammered to death.' I don't believe these two guys have other opinions."
< br>Jotun Kule looked at Banner with a contemptuous tone.
Hearing this, Bulkaiso took out the hammer of judgment and raised it above his head, and said to Zoltun Kule: "If you don't do what I say, you will be hammered to death!"
Jotun Kule looked like he had seen Malthael, and his lips were trembling with anger.
The anger on Bulcasso's body was surging, and it was obvious that he was not joking.
"Come with me!"
Zortun Kule said angrily, and did not come up with the sarcastic lines he had figured out from somewhere and said to Banner. .
"What a good suggestion! Jotun Kule! You are worthy of the soul of the ancient Nephalem!"
Korik laughed!
"I have to admit, Hulk trembled when you raised the hammer."
Banner said to Bulcaisel with a wry smile, and then silently followed Jordan Kule .
Bulkessor put down the Hammer of Judgment in his hand and glanced at Kotur who was in a daze.
How should Kultur make Banner willing to be a barbarian? Let Kultur figure it out on his own.
Although the mountain-splitting giant ax looks like it must be the Hulk, this boring link has already begun, so there must be an end.
"Betty, after you become a barbarian, you will learn how to control power. Your wish will be fulfilled."
Bulkessor said to Betty Ross.
Standing in the crowd, Nick Fury stared at Dugan, as if he wanted to say something.
"Nick Fury, stop looking at me. I have no idea about power. I only have one idea now, and that is when will you, damn bastard, let me retire! I'm almost nine Ten years old!"
Duggan said while smoking a cigar.
"I know, but Captain America is still fighting. SHIELD cannot be without power."
Nick Fury said this, still looking at Dugan with one eye.
In his opinion, doing so will only have two results.
One is that Dugan couldn't stand his gaze and asked Bulcasso for strength.
The other one was that Dugan couldn't stand his gaze, so he punched him in the face and cursed in his heart, asking Bulcasso for strength.
"That's your business. I'm not the director of SHIELD."
Duggan's approach went beyond Nick Fury's calculations, but he found that Dugan was pointing at the side with a cigar. of the cheerful john wicker.
Nick Fury understood what Dugan meant.
"So who's first?" Nick Fury gave a preface that shifted the topic to John Witness.
"Let's draw lots."
Duggan took out a few bullets from his pocket, then opened one in front of Nick Fury and poured out all the gunpowder.
"The one who catches the empty shell first!"
Duggan said.
Put a bullet into Nick Fury's hand.
Then he stretched out his hand in front of John Wigger.
"Why do you still have something to do with me?"
John Wigger looked at the hand in front of him and said with some dissatisfaction.
As a legendary killer, he doesn't have much identification with SHIELD.
Speaking of which, if Nick Fury hadn't killed his pet dog, his life would probably have nothing to do with SHIELD.
Even joining S.H.I.E.L.D. was just to resurrect his pet dog.
"Now, we are the only ones in this place. We are all ordinary people."
Duggan said this.
In exchange for John Wigger’s weird eyes.
Nick Fury, known as the One-Eyed Man. The guy who used to fight crime with Frank Custer.
There are countless life substitutes.
Even when he was seriously injured and dying, he only needed to be electrified with a pacemaker to continue fighting vigorously.
John Witness has heard of this kind of news in the killer industry.
This guy is definitely not an ordinary person!
As for Dugan, the leader of the Howling Commandos, an old guy who fought with Captain America.
Can this person be considered an ordinary person?
In comparison, only he, the killer, looks a bit like an ordinary person.
He will be injured and he will die.
Even in the case of being plotted, even a few gangsters may kill him.
“I feel that I am the only ordinary person, and you are all abnormal.”
John Wicker pushed Dugan's hand away and said with serious eyes.
“Can a guy who chases me for more than ten kilometers for a dog, uses a pencil to open the window of a S.H.I.E.L.D. car and shoots at me, be considered an ordinary person?”
Nick Fury is like this Said.
The eyes are deep and a little sad.
"If I have mental illness, you can send me to a mental hospital. If I am mentally unhealthy, you can also introduce me to a psychiatrist. But don't confuse me with freaks like you!"
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John Wigger said this.
Then his eyes wandered and he saw a handsome young man.
That young relative looked at their argument with a charming smile.
"Hi, bro. We haven't seen each other for a long time. How have you been lately? By the way, you're so handsome!"
Constantine held it on his finger. Cigarette came over.
This is the cigarette he has hidden on his person.
It’s wrinkled, but there’s nothing yellow on it.
Constantine took out a cigarette from a small, well-sealed plastic bag and handed it to John Wigger.
John Wigger looked at the bag and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
But before he could refuse, the cigarette had been stuffed into his mouth.
"I have cigarettes myself."
John Wigger's words were a little late. He silently took out the cigarette case from his pocket and pressed the gun against Constantine's chest.
Constantine smiled and took his hand out of John Wigger's pocket and raised it above his head.
“I just think that SHIELD’s cigarettes might be a little more fragrant than my beloved Silk Cards.”
Constantine said with a smile.
Dugan glanced at Constantine, then took a few steps back.
The hand holding the bullet also closed up.
"Hey! Draw? I like this game."
Constantine took a bullet out of Dugan's hand and looked at it.
No gunpowder.
"Brother, I've finished shooting for you, and you'll be next."
Constantine put the empty bullet shell in his hand into John Wigger's pocket, and took it out from Dugan's hand. A bullet.
This one is also an empty shell.
John Wigger looked at Dugan with cold eyes, and opened the safety of the firearm in his hand.
“The one who draws the full bullet is next.”
Dugan's face didn't change at all and he spoke very calmly.
Nick Fury's face turned much darker.
"The mission of the Howling Commandos doesn't seem too heavy. I think it's time to put a little more burden on you."
Nick Fury said this and threw the bullet in his hand on the ground.
"John Constantine. A long-awaited name. Are you interested in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.? The Howling Commandos need professionals like you to deal with the endless mysterious incidents that have occurred recently."
Nick Fury reaches out to Constantine.
A black hand.
"It's an honor. I only care about whether SHIELD will reimburse me for some of my normal expenses?"
Constantine grabbed Nick Fury's hand with an eager look on his face.
SHIELD is a behemoth, which means countless teammates!
Constantine loves teamwork! Especially these agents are full of sacrifice!
As the mysterious side expert in S.H.I.E.L.D., he will be well protected!
"As long as you can get the invoice."
Nick Fury didn't look good.
He has already read Constantine's files.
So-called “normal” expenses are anything but normal.
After all, no "normal person" would always appear in a bar with a sign like "Big Bird Goes Around".
"That's a pity. Fortunately, I can always issue an invoice. After all, you always have to file taxes to live in this country."
Constantine smiled and took a photo of a stack of invoices. In the hands of Nick Fury.
Then he put his arm around John Wigger's shoulders.
...
"Kingpin, aren't you going to run away?"
Colson appeared in Kingpin's office and said with a smile.
When he saw the eight rings on Jinpin's thick fingers, his expression became a little strange.
Eight rings, four black and four white.
It looks like a finger tiger on Jin Bin's finger.
"Stonebreaker needs to run away, but Jin does not."
King looked at Coulson in front of him expressionlessly.
Kingpin had already exposed his extraordinary power when he faced Matthew and the others before.
But the eight rings Jinpin is wearing now are enough to give them an explanation.
"To be able to become the underworld emperor of this city, you are not as slow as your body. Mr. Fisk."
Colson said with a corner of his mouth.
"Just, how do you explain that the rings you are wearing are four pairs of mutually hostile rings?"
Colson said this, and the broken handle of the Fallen Believer appeared on his hand. Nice looking hammer.
Colson knew Kingpin's habits.
Silencing is his favorite method.
According to those gangsters, only the dead can keep secrets.
There is not much power gap between the Believer and the Stone Breaker, but after adding those rings, the balance of victory and defeat seems to be tilted a bit.
"The white ones are real and the black ones are fake."
Jin Bin said this.
The stone crusher's sky hammer also appeared in his hand.
The golden markings once again cover the body.
There's just something missing.
With those rings from death, Jin Bin has neither the white color of the life ring nor the black energy of the death ring on his body.
This look is very unusual.
Colson shook his head and said:
"It looks like all eight rings are fake, right?"
"You can come and try."
Kingpin said without taking a step back.
The huge body took two steps ahead.
"Okay, okay! You have the final say. I originally wanted to tell you a message. It seems that you don't need my help."
Colson said this.
The Believer in his hand also disappeared.
Jin Bin frowned when he heard this.
That frowning movement is not pretty at all, it is full of ferocious temperament.
Among the information Kingpin knows, the news Coulson can tell at this time is most likely about Murdoc.
He could not imagine how this kind of news would help him.
"Believer, if you want my help, you'd better be smarter."
Jin Bing said this and put away the hammer in his hand.
Colson slowly left Jin Bin's sight, with a cruel smile on his face with his back to Jin Bin.
The only people who can best keep secrets are dead people. This is not just a gangster's patent!
For agents, this is even more true!
Colson’s next target is Alexander Anderson!
The guy who turned into an angel seemed to be here to deal with the problem of these rings.
Unfortunately, Jin Bin has eight rings on his hand!
Anderson will love this news!
......
"Angel!?"
Frank kept bombarding Anderson in front of him with the shotgun in his hand.
Looking at the open wings of light, he said with a bit of horror.
He had just returned home, and he hadn't had time to say hello to his daughter, nor had he had time to sit at the table with his wife and drink a cup of hot tea.
Anderson's arrival is obviously not a good thing.
"Deathwalker, there are undead in your home."
There was no anger in Anderson's tone, he was just stating what he perceived.
But the spear in his hand is emitting a holy flame like a big umbrella, blocking those bullets full of death power.
"I know, and it's enough for you to get out immediately after knowing it!"
Frank said coldly.
After finally getting his lover back, he will not let anyone who may hurt his family exist!
Not even an angel!
“I’m not here to tell you that the living cannot live with the dead, nor am I here to tell you what kind of power the ring in your hand has.”
Anderson placed the tip of the spear on the ground, and the bursts of holy flames on his body continued to block Frank's bullets.
“I just want to tell you that in the face of tragedy, you also need to have the courage to face it!”
Anderson’s steps suddenly became faster!
I was face to face with Frank almost instantly.
The holy flame continued to burn, making Frank feel the burning heat.
The last time he felt this feeling was when a bomb exploded not far in front of him on the battlefield.
This smell is called "fatal"!
"Shit! Get away!"
Frank hit Anderson in the face with a drag shot, and his body immediately made a tactical roll to distance himself.
While rolling, two round bombs landed at Anderson's feet.
The moment Frank picked up the gun, the bomb exploded!
This was accompanied by the constant sound of shooting from the gun in his hand!
When facing extremely agile enemies, range attack shotguns will be more useful.
After all, it’s not like having to constantly adjust the shooting trajectory when using a submachine gun.
This saves time!
"You are a warrior, but you are a little weak.
You cannot face the truth of loss and become cowardly!"
A large piece of flesh was knocked off Anderson's face, But under the skin is the holy flame that is constantly burning!
The lower body was stained with traces of death in the previous explosion, and a black smoke was fighting against the holy flame!
Only two flames that seemed to support the legs were still burning!
The armor continued to condense from the holy flame, and then covered Anderson's whole body!
“Shut up!”
Frank said.
The ring on his hand began to shine with a richer black light.
It's a pity that this is not a pure power of death.
The power of death is not dark, but gray!
That is not a force of justice or injustice but an inevitable part of life experience!
This ring is different from those randomly dropped by death.
It’s just that Frank hasn’t reached the point where he can let those powers emerge!
“Courage is the strength needed to face all tragedies.”
Anderson kept talking in a hymn-like tone.
Every time he makes a sound, Frank gets even more irritable!
Of course he knew that his lover and daughter were dead.
He knew exactly what death meant!
But don’t humans have the qualification to refuse death?
Is it wrong for humans to even have this idea?
Frank wants to accuse, but he doesn’t know how to say it!
Death promised him that as long as he brought interesting souls, he could have his wife and daughter stay with him.
But it is the soul of the dead after all!
“Damn it!”
The firearm in Frank's hand turned into an anti-material sniper rifle, and he pulled the trigger on Anderson's chest!
He is very familiar with firearms.
The familiar being able to construct those complex weapons with the power of death.
This kind of sniper rifle is not used to hit people at all, but is used to attack vehicles and other equipment.
The recoil made him stagger.
That thick, somewhat excessively black bullet hit Anderson's chest!
This is the first time he has caused effective damage!
The power of death penetrated the chest of Courage's subordinates, and was stained with ink in the holy flame!
"They are dead!"
Anderson said this.
The spear in his hand is aimed at Frank's home!
Fighting is a means, not an end!
Anderson wants to give Frank the courage to face the truth.
Frank is not one of those gangsters who cause chaos without a bottom line. He has his own principles and standards of justice.
Anderson doesn't want to fight to solve this problem.
"But their return is allowed by death! Death promised me!"
The sniper rifle in Frank's hand turned into a rifle.
Took out a few grenades with one hand and held them in his hand.
Then he bit the ring in his mouth!
“Death has gone crazy.”
Anderson spoke in a flat tone.
Death has gone crazy.
Because of the disappearance of Leoric!
Because of the end of the immortal!
“She was not crazy at that time! Everything I got was what she allowed!”
Frank's voice was slightly muffled because he bit the grenade's tab.
The whites of his eyes have turned dark.
Frank is a regular employee of Death Recognition, and the difference between him and those gangsters is like the difference between a regular employee and a part-time employee.
"I hope you can find courage."
Anderson said.
He tilted his head slightly and saw Jill opening the door and sticking out her head with a worried look on her face.
Anderson was stunned.
He knew what Jill looked like.
This was mentioned when Prius let him come to the human world.
There is a ring in Gill's hand, a ring that can make Bulcasso feel danger!
At this time, Jill was wearing the ring on her hand, and a dagger in her other hand, placed on her arm!
If he rowed on, Bulcasso would soon arrive.
Anderson did not intend to harm Frank, nor did he intend to let Frank's wife and daughter disappear into ashes.
He just wanted to give Frank courage.
“I will face everything I encounter with courage!
Just like I have the courage to face you who want to destroy my family! "
Frank roared!
Looking at Anderson stunned, he let go of his teeth and roared loudly.
The saliva spattered out, looking a little crazy.< br>
Frank is ready to fight for his wife and daughter.
No matter who it is, he has the courage to face it!
He will not be afraid even of his own death.
His courage is his family!
"Frank, I am a subordinate of courage, and my courage is pure."
Anderson said this while looking at Jill.
The helmet dissipated, revealing a kind face and a pair of glasses.
"Human courage cannot be pure courage! Can you understand the thoughts of human beings!"
Frank raised the muzzle of his gun and shot towards the sky.
It's like venting your emotions.
He did not continue to attack Anderson.
Because he saw a familiar face!
Because of the Prius!
The former Archangel of Courage is now Courage itself.
"Imprius, tell me what courage is!!!"
Frank's hand holding the grenade was rattling.
The two grenades were like two walnuts, making a friction sound!
"Courage is courage. Do you think courage is something complicated?"
Inprius smiled and walked to Frank's house.
Stretched out his hand and rubbed Jill's head.
This kid is really great.
Compared with Frank's courage when he had the strength to resist, he admired the courage of a child like Jill who was determined to cut his arm even though he was panicking and afraid of pain.
Of course the standards of courage are different for warriors and children.
"Child, could you please call Bulcaisuo? I have offended him before, so I cannot appear on the holy mountain of Harogath. Those rough barbarians will beat me up."
Because Prius said so.
He found something interesting and planned to tell Bulcasso about it.
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(End of this chapter)