The sky is dark, and it’s finally time for the superheroes to be active.
Generally speaking, not many heroes will act in broad daylight.
After all, most people don't have a financial group to back them up like Tony Stark, they need to live.
As pure heroes, they would never use any illegal means to maintain their lives. Guys like Frank who know how to take advantage of others cannot generally be called great.
After all, people's moral requirements for heroes are a bit too high.
As a hero, you cannot enjoy a wealthy life, drive luxury cars, or wear famous brands.
Otherwise, your legitimacy as a hero will be questioned.
"So now we're going to find the Kingpin?"
Matthew put on his hood and spoke face to face with Spider-Man.
Maybe it was because he hadn't worn the mask for so long that he felt his uniform was very uncomfortable.
"I don't think this is a good idea. We have no idea how powerful the Kingpin is now."
Matthew held his mace and said, he likes to make decisions before taking action.
"But if Kim is left alone, I think it might become more troublesome."
Spider-Man doesn't appear to be that talkative.
After experiencing death threats before, it was difficult for him to be completely optimistic.
"We won't get anything by continuing to discuss here. Let's go observe it. We just observe it from a distance. There is probably no danger."
Spider-Man is very unsure when he speaks.
Now when he thinks of Jin Bin, he is always shrouded in endless fear.
"I just hope what you're saying is your hysteria."
Matthew pulled the hood off his head directly, he was a little irritable.
There is no need to think too much about whether Spider-Man is trustworthy. The good neighbor of the people of New York is a kind person.
But what Matthew doubted was whether Spider-Man, as a comrade, could allow him to fight without any scruples.
"I think I know something about you, such as the way you like to fight."
Spider-Man said carefully, with some temptation in his words.
His words made Matthew feel even more troubled.
A person who "understood" him, but he couldn't remember where he met this kid.
For Matthew, it is impossible to hide an acquaintance from his perception. The way he remembers others is a little different. For example, he relies on remembering the heartbeat to distinguish others.
So few people can hide it from him.
"I hope it's what you said, otherwise I might have to call for backup."
Matthew said these words and walked directly towards Jin Bin's building.
It was still the same way of climbing up and down the roof. Although he himself felt that this way of traveling was a bit stupid, there seemed to be no better way.
"I'm curious who you will call to help, Erica? Or Stickman?"
Spider-Man said somewhat annoyingly.
His original intention was to make Matthew believe that he knew him, but this statement seemed to have the opposite effect.
Matthew didn't tell Bulcasso and the others about Stickman and Erica, and even Luke didn't know about it.
If Spider-Man really knew him, he wouldn't say these two names.
At least saying Luke's name would be more effective.
"Boy, I think you're lying to me, but I'm not going to care. But after exploring the Kingpin, you'd better stay out of my life."
A layer of red light could be vaguely seen on Matthew's body, which was the effect of the rapid onset of anger.
"as you wish."
Spider-Man is not stupid, he understands that this Matthew is somewhat different from the one he knows.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Matthew sees Kingpin, he will definitely stand on the same front as him.
The Kingpin at that time was really too scary.
As for the other side, Frank and Danny Rand separated after having a face-to-face meeting.
Frank doesn't intend to spend most of his energy on a rich man.
Compared with Danny Rand, a rich second generation, he felt that the ninjas of the Hand were more attractive.
So now he has appeared outside the Hand's drug manufacturing factory.
According to his original habit, he would directly throw in a few cantaloupe as the first step to weaken the enemy.
As for possible innocents...
There are no "innocents" among those who have anything to do with gangs, this is Frank's realization.
Even if he pays some price, he will punish those who do evil.
Whether the accomplices were coerced or not is not that important.
It's just that now he is no longer the ordinary person who can be killed directly by a bullet.
He can expand a little and change his offensive style.
Although Frank, who was born in the army, does not have any weird abilities such as turning bullets, he is confident that after gaining the power of death, he can face most enemies.
It is never an empty statement that no one can defeat death.
As long as the enemy is still alive, he will surely disappear under the power of death.
So Frank kicked open the factory door.
The moment the door made a loud noise, he saw the old lady on crutches inside, and then the death ring began to remind him constantly.
"Punisher? I remember we didn't seem to have any festivals?"
Mrs. Gao's tone was a little sinister, and she did not directly attack Frank as she always did.
As a person who has used means to extend her life, she is very sensitive to death.
"First."
As Frank said this, the firearm in his hand turned into a shotgun under the infusion of the power of death, and then he fired directly.
It's good luck to meet the leader of the Hand directly.
"Young man! I advise you to take care of yourself!"
Although Mrs. Gao has some feelings about the power of death, she doesn't know why.
Fortunately, she did not take Frank lightly. She took evasive action the moment Frank fired.
Under normal circumstances, the old lady would appear in front of Frank with strange steps next.
But now it's finally different.
Because of her dodge, she only paid the price of a broken shoulder and her own life.
"What kind of firearm is this? Can your bullets turn? What is your relationship with the destroyed textile factory?"
Mrs. Gao grabbed her severed arm that was blown away and said to Frank.
She believed that she was fast enough to dodge the shot, but the pain of her broken arm told her that she had failed to dodge.
That's why there is such a problem.
However, Frank didn't intend to answer this question. Frank rarely said nonsense when dealing with those who caused problems.
"boom!"
Frank's gun muzzle puffed out black smoke, and the firearm modified by the Death Force would not emit sparks.
Even bullets are made of the power of death.
This shot he aimed at Mrs. Gao's chest.
Compared to the small target above the neck, the torso is more deadly.
"Ah~"
Mrs. Gao let out an unpleasant scream and kicked her cane over before Frank pulled the trigger.
Then he ignored his beaten shoulders and charged at Rotten Hair.
The figure of an old lady swayed left and right, much more agile than the average young man.
"cut."
Frank blew out a cloud of mist from his nose and directly knocked the flying cane to the ground.
Then the gun in his hand fired again!
A ball of ammunition hit Mrs. Gao directly, knocking the old man whose life had been extended for hundreds of years to the ground.
Times have indeed changed, and even those fighting experts will not rashly choose to attack opponents with guns.
But who knows what live ammunition will look like.
It was as if Mrs. Gao's tattered body rushed over from the ground like a centipede.
"It's so ugly."
This was the first thing Frank said to Mrs. Gao.
Along with these two words, a jet-black grenade rolled to the ground.
For a while, no one else in the drug factory had reacted.
Mrs. Gao is on the verge of dying.
There was a loud sound of "Coax!" and the grenade exploded into a large black mist.
Mrs. Gao's body was completely shrouded inside, and then she quickly turned into a shriveled corpse.
The power of death took away Mrs. Gao's vitality, and she was like a puddle of mud scattered on the ground.
Then the shotgun in Frank's hand turned into a rifle and he began to call all the ninjas in the factory one by one.
With his extremely superb three-shot streak and constant switching of targets, no one present was accidentally injured by him.
In just a few breaths, there was no longer an enemy visible anywhere in the factory.
Just when Frank put away his gun, a ninja appeared on the wall behind him.
These guys are inherently better at assassination and other tasks. The ability to hold up a piece of cloth to make themselves look the same as a wall is what makes these guys so elusive.
But in front of Frank, who has become the agent of death, these guys are as dazzling as drivers with high beams on the urban highway at night.
Of course, it's just as hateful.
Frank turned the gun without looking back, and the battle ended with one shot.
Mrs. Gao's soul reluctantly left her mud-like body and moved closer to Frank.
After a black halo flashed, Mrs. Gao's soul disappeared from Frank's perception.
Then Frank felt something secretly, and ran all the way towards his home without even finishing the aftermath.
After Frank left, a guy who looked like an old man arrived belatedly. By bringing several subordinates with him, he quickly stabilized the situation in the drug factory.
Doctor.
One of the five fingers on the hand.
It sounds like the fingers of one hand can form a fist by joining them together.
But the relationship between these fingers never seems to be very harmonious, so this meaningful name is in vain.
These guys are all traitors of Kunlun, and they gathered together for the long life brought by the dragon bone.
I don't know which little genius got the name "Hand Club". Anyway, if these fingers don't fight with each other, it's pretty good.
After all, the number of dragon bones they can collect is limited, and immortality has long been their obsession.
…
Just when Frank went home, Matthew and Spider-Man finally arrived under Kingpin's building.
Kingpin, a burly guy, was different from those low-life gangsters.
Although places like nightclubs are more suitable for money laundering operations, Kingpin would not personally sit in a nightclub.
He is the king of the underworld, and he cannot afford to lose his status to an ordinary gang boss.
So Kingpin stayed quietly in his mansion most of the time.
"Spider-Man, are you sure you know where Kingpin is?"
Matthew heard a lot of noise from the building in front of him.
Obviously there are countless guards in this building.
But he couldn't determine which floor Kingpin was on.
"Usually he would carry it at the top, even late at night."
Spider-Man whispered.
The fact that he is about to face Kingpin is still very stressful for him.
"How to get up? Take the elevator from the first floor? Don't tell me that's your plan."
Matthew is not like Spider-Man who can climb up the wall directly. Although he is also good at climbing, this building is different from the church he always climbs.
The outside of the building is smooth and clean, and there aren't many places where you can exert your strength.
"I think you could use my spider silk."
Spider-Man said this.
But Matthew's attention had been attracted by something else.
A car parked outside the building, and the driver in the car was an acquaintance of Matthew.
The driver opened the door and got out, walking in their direction as if he had discovered Matthew and Spider-Man.
"Matthew, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Angel."
Matthew twitched the corners of his mouth. Although he couldn't see his expression, he knew that this expression must not be very good-looking.
Just when Angel came over, Spider-Man had already climbed up the stairs along the wall.
Apparently he did not regard Matthew as a close comrade-in-arms as he said.
"Didn't I remember that you were sent to the Vatican by Constantine?"
Matthew said this to Angel.
"That bastard took away that power halfway and used it to treat his own cancer."
Angel didn't have much dissatisfaction when he said this, he just simply stated a fact.
"I just want to know why you know I'm here."
Matthew is less interested in what happened between Constantine and Angel.
In comparison, it is more worth investigating how he exposed his whereabouts.
"No, monitor."
Angel pointed at the top of Matthew's head, where a not-so-tiny surveillance device called a micro camera was emitting light from the lens.
It's a pity that Matthew can't see it.
"Although surveillance cameras are always broken up by homeless people and sold for parts, this is the Fisk Building and they will never go near this place."
Angel said this, and then took out a pack of women's cigarettes from his pocket.
In the process of contacting Constantine, the police officer of this serious crime unit seemed to have gotten involved in something extraordinary.
"May I?"
Angel waved God's cigarette box and said to Matthew.
She knew that Matthew couldn't see, but had a unique way of observing the world.
So before she smoked, she politely asked Matthew for his opinion.
"Just do whatever you want."
Matthew always felt as if he was not off work and was engaging in perfunctory etiquette with people seeking legal aid.
"Okay, where's Spider-Man? I just saw him on the surveillance camera. Let him come down. I'm not in charge of his case."
Angel lit the cigarette as he spoke, and then exhaled a deep puff of smoke.
"Are you targeting the Kingpin? I thought you would be more direct and just smash that guy's head. After all, the Kingpin seems to be no different than the demon you hate."
"What case do you have connected with Kingpin?"
Matthew didn't pay attention to Angel's teasing.
Spider-Man slid down while hanging upside down on a piece of webbing.
It looks somewhat similar to the Hanged Man in the tarot cards.
"A murder, this is not the first one. Anyway, when the investigation pointed to King Bin, nothing was found."
This is natural. Everyone knows that some bad things were done by Kingpin, but no one is stupid enough to point his finger at Kingpin and say this.
Generally, those who do this will only become the next "unsolved case" that everyone knows about.
"The power of capital. I hate this."
Spider-Man interjected.
As a newspaper employee, he was very disgusted with his boss.
Who knows why the newspaper boss hates Spider-Man so much? Anyway, as a poor man, Peter Parker has always lived a cowardly life under the pressure of his boss.
"Are you here to investigate Kingpin? It seems like you are encountering difficulties."
Angel spoke slowly and leisurely.
"Obviously, we are not here to fight. According to what he said, we are just confirming what happened to Kingpin. As for you, does your faith allow you to smoke?"
Matthew heard that Angel's faith was incarnated by the "holy", and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
"God is God and God is love. I remember saying that. So does love stop you from doing what you want to do?"
Angel said casually.
"Love will stop you from hurting yourself. Lady."
Spider-Man took over the conversation directly, but fortunately no one found it objectionable.
"I need some ways to relieve my stress. After the last time, although I still have faith, I am not so convinced. Is this explanation enough?"
Angel said casually, and then put out his cigarette.
Angel told Matthew that Spider-Man was not an acquaintance of hers.
"Okay, that's enough of the irrelevant conversation. I'm going to see Kingpin. I don't think Kingpin will care about a fellow lawyer. Especially this lawyer can't see anything."
Angel said this and pulled out an investigation application from the folder, which had already been approved.
Kingpin, as a "successful entrepreneur", would not kill someone at the first meeting.
These are the rules of that circle.
Angel's immediate boss has already told him that Kingpin will cooperate with some situational matters.
How many people living in New York are clean?
At least Angel's boss wasn't.
"It seems you didn't intend to go through the motions. Am I an insurance policy that just happened to hit me?"
Matthew said this.
"I am a believer and a policeman."
Angel seemed to be planning to refill a cigarette, but hesitated for a moment and did not do so.
This is good news, much better than that guy like Constantine who only lights up his cigarette once a day in his spare time.
"Is there a place to change here? Or can you wait for me for a while?"
Matthew said as he pulled the tights around his neck.
Tight-fitting battle uniforms are sometimes really not that good. At least superheroes with average economic conditions don't have the capital to customize clothes that fit the body perfectly.
Most of the time, tight clothing will smell strongly of sweat.
If police dogs could fly, then it would not be incomprehensible that Spider-Man would be caught.
The smell was too strong. Obviously Spider-Man didn't have a replacement suit, and of course Matthew didn't either.
"As soon as possible, the time agreed upon by Kingpin and I is still half an hour away. Damn it, I don't feel right about being so late."
Angel looked at his watch and said.
"You are so punctual."
Spider-Man said casually, then turned over and stood on the ground, holding the surveillance camera in his hand.
"You are obstructing official business. I can shoot you directly, Spider-Man."
Angel frowned and said.
She had put a lot of effort into installing this camera a few days ago, with Kingpin's consent, of course.
Anyway, Kingpin knew that as the white gloves of those politicians, he would not collapse easily.
As long as his dark side empire still has value, it will continue to exist for a long time.
A small surveillance camera was not installed in his bedroom.
Nothing worth worrying about.
"Well, you guys always do that, so I don't like dealing with the police."
Spider-Man said casually.
Matthew turned around and left. He still had half an hour to go back and change into decent clothes.
Obviously it was not normal for Kingpin to invite Angel to investigate at this time.
Although he didn't know what the guy was planning, Matthew wasn't too worried.
As a savage, Matthew has the confidence to persevere in the face of the enemy until the signal is given.
Among other things, Rumlow has issued signaling devices to every team member.
It's just a button with a positioning function, but you don't have to worry about accidentally touching it.
This is Rumlow's inspiration from Bulquesso's pickup truck. As long as the force required for the button is strong enough, most people can't press it even if they want to.
There is no such thing as accidental contact with nature.
If Jessica wanted to press the button, she would probably have to put the button on the ground and hit it hard with an axe.
Fortunately, Jessica is usually with Luke, and if there is any problem, Luke will press the button.
As for changing clothes, there is no need to go back to the starting point. He has several safe houses nearby. The nearest one here only takes ten minutes to go back and forth.
"Why are you investigating Kingpin at this time? It seems that he just attended a charity meeting today? I didn't hear anything worth paying attention to."
Angel said looking at Spider-Man in front of him.
Her curiosity about Spider-Man's identity goes far beyond the investigation of Kingpin.
In any case, Jin will not reveal any flaws, and his tone of voice is pinning his hopes on the investigation. It would be more convenient to pray that Jin will run into Bulkesso.
The ability to directly distinguish between good and evil and the power to directly judge is what Angel longs for.
Although this kind of longing is a bit strange for a police officer of the serious crime team.
"Kingpin has undergone some changes today. I will climb up from outside the building after you enter.
Believe me, if I need to fight, I will save you as soon as possible."
Spider-Man said this.
From the bottom of his heart he didn't want to face Kingpin.
The Kingpin who was covered in stripes was really scary. Compared to the Kingpin who almost killed him in his previous world, the current Kingpin can be described as kind.
"I thought you were going to say you were going to defeat Kingpin and then bring him to justice."
Angel took out a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth. Apparently, she still deliberately restrained herself from smoking.
"When I saw Kingpin today, I almost died."
Spider-Man tugged at the tights around his neck.
Apparently the breathability of his suit is quite average.
"Is Kingpin that strong? You swing up and down the building every day. An expert on TV said that based on the way you move, your physical fitness must be at least better than Captain America's."
Angel looked a little surprised.
Spider-Man felt that he almost died. This is news that deserves serious attention.
"Kingpin may be more powerful than you think, especially now that he is already a monster."
Spider-Man said from the bottom of his heart.
Who knows how Kingpin became so powerful through fitness facilities.
An ordinary person can lift a weight measured in tons, which is not easy for Captain America.
And him!
Spiderman Peter Parker.
He seems to be an agile hero who can win with dexterity, but his greatest strength lies in his pure strength.
His most powerful attribute is his ability to intercept runaway trains with spider silk.
Just to avoid accidentally killing bad guys, he learned to control his body strength.
But even in this way, when he faced Jin Bin, he was still beaten unconscious.
"I have here the contact information of an expert in dealing with monsters. Maybe you will need him?"
Angel dug into his handbag twice and pulled out a neat business card.
What was written on it was Constantine's contact information. As for the neat business card, it was given to her by that careless guy who juggled a trick when she first met Constantine.
"Speak first. I don't want to see that bastard, but he is quite capable."
Angel thought about the way Constantine played Mephisto around, with some nostalgia in his eyes.
Losing her power was not as easy to accept as she thought.
Especially after gaining power and then losing it, the feeling of emptiness is enough to make some petty people hold grudges for a long time.
"John Constantine? Who is this?"
Spider-Man looked at the business card in his hand in confusion.
In his opinion, since Angel knows Matthew, he is not an ordinary person who knows nothing about the extraordinary.
Then the person she introduced should be a powerful hero, and Spider-Man Peter Parker, who has a wide range of friends, must at least have heard of powerful heroes.
But what the hell is this Constantine?
This is comparable to the sudden mutation of Kingpin.
"A psychic mage is always cheap, but sometimes he is quite reliable."
After Angel spoke, he glanced at his watch.
Nearly ten minutes have passed and Matthew has almost found a place to change clothes.
After all, Matthew is a superhero, and one of the most distinctive features of superheroes is that they can arrange several not-so-safe safe houses wherever they are.
"I'm not asking, well, what are the abilities of a necromancer? I'm curious about that."
Spider-Man said.
He came into contact with a lot of wizards, such as Doctor Strange, Supreme Wizard Yao, and Dr. Doom.
This series of guys are all very powerful mages, but this was the first time he heard the term necromancer.
"Communicating with demons is probably an ability. He seems to be quite good at it."
Angel thought about the abilities that Constantine had shown before, and said with a headache.
"Good at communication? I will contact him if I have the chance, but now we are almost ready to take action."
Spider-Man has already sensed Matthew's approach. Obviously Matthew's safe house is not too far away from this place.
"Okay, then Angel and I will go directly to see Kingpin. Spider-Man, be ready for support at any time. At least use your webbing to block that guy's sight.
It would be best if there was no fighting.
It’s just that I think I may have taken it for granted.”
Matthew nodded in Angel's direction as he spoke.
Although he couldn't see Angel's appearance, Cong Luke had already known that Angel was a beauty.
So what exactly did Kingpin want to do?
Matthew had never heard of Kingpin as a womanizer.
He had heard that Kingpin killed his wife and children with his own hands for no weakness. That kind of thing was really creepy.
"I just hope that you will believe what I say after seeing the Kingpin, and then call your companions.
Believe me, Jin is not something you and I can defeat right now. The fear from the bottom of my heart makes my hair stand on end."
Spider-Man's voice was not loud, but it was enough for two people to hear clearly in this corner.
"By the way, Angel, won't your car park in front of the Fisk Building arouse suspicion?"
Matthew said this.
"When did you see police officers parking their cars in a well-behaved manner when enforcing the law? This is America, the freest place in the world."
Angel took out a cigarette and put it on her mouth as she spoke. Her words left Matthew and Spider-Man in a speechless situation.
If we really take it seriously, neither Spider-Man nor Matthew, the Daredevil, are regular guys.
One is swinging between the buildings, and the other is jumping up and down on the top of the low building.
The impact is worse than Angel parking his car in front of someone else's front door.
"By the way, there is only one tall building nearby, the Fisk Building. Can you still move quickly among short buildings?"
Angel asked Spider-Man.
It's better to ask about this first.
Although Spider-Man has a good reputation, you can never be too cautious when putting your life in the hands of others.
"I can pull the spider silk and rush forward. Even if I jump, I can run faster than your car."
Spider-Man's words made Matthew nodded.
If he wanted to, he could easily reach a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.
He is Leiko's apprentice. The most basic key to violent collision is to use speed in addition to using force.
"Then let's go. The gatekeepers won't tell Kingpin about my arrival anyway. That guy may have seen more policemen than I have ever seen."
Angel complained casually.
"By the way, Matthew, please put away the mace on your waist."
Angel said this.
Matthew was so used to carrying a guide stick that he forgot he was carrying a big killer weapon like a mace.
If I brought this thing to the front of the building, there would be no way to explain it.
But after all, it is unreasonable for a lawyer to carry a mace.
Could it be said that it is to avoid disputes?
"I'm going to find a less conspicuous place to climb the stairs first."
Spider-Man said hello and crawled away.
He was very concerned about this matter.
After all, he had experienced the feeling of being hit directly from a tall building to the ground by Kingpin with an incomprehensible force.
Hell, the Fisk Building was the tallest building. If it was knocked down, he would have no other choice but to use spider silk to fall out of the building.
The moment he saw Jin Bin from the window, he was punched in the cheek.
The taste is not much different than demolishing a building and smashing it in the face with a sledgehammer.
"Let's go, Attorney Murdoch."
Angel said this, and then walked towards the Fisk Building first.
Although there are security guards on duty in the building, it is finally time to get off work.
There aren't many security guards either.
Kingpin's security guards are different from those who can't protect anyone.
Those guys are all the top thugs in the gang, and from time to time they will appear as Kingpin's training subjects.
Both of them are mindless fighting sects, so there will be no suspicion.
"I heard that Kingpin had many substitutes. How do you plan to tell them apart?"
Matthew asked questions while moving closer behind Angel.
"I don't care about the substitute, all I want is evidence that can crucify Jin Bin.
A substitute can sometimes be more useful than the person himself."
Angel said without looking back.
…
Frank finally returned home after some time.
Now he was standing at the door of his home, looking at the brightly lit cabin with wide eyes.
There was hope in his eyes, but he couldn't take the step forward.
Not far away, Burcasso was sitting on a bench outside the house, drinking wine facing the night sky, looking unhappy.
"Go back, death has not lied to you."
Bulkay looked at Frank, who was stunned in front of his house, with an inexplicable tone of voice.
Although Bulcasio didn't know who Frank had killed, he still didn't have the aura of sin on his body, so there was no need to worry about it.
As long as Frank doesn't degenerate into a murderer, then everything is fine.
Frank's wife had been sent back, as Bulquesso was able to confirm.
But the soul that was sent back was not all. If Bulqueso intercepted this soul directly, it would only dissipate directly.
Apparently Death has become smarter after suffering a loss, or at least a lot more cautious.
"Dong dong dong~"
Frank didn't reply, but knocked gently on his door.
He had the key, but he never thought of using it to open the door.
No matter what others said or what he felt, Frank felt it was unreal until he saw it with his own eyes.
His wife had been dead for some time, and now she could appear in front of him. There was nothing more dramatic than this.
"Squeak!"
The door to the room was opened, and Frank's heart lifted.
"Dad? You're back!"
Jill shouted with a tone of surprise.
Although he was a little disappointed that it was not Frank's wife who opened the door, Frank calmed down when he saw Jill.
The joy of regaining something lost made this man feel less like himself.
But this time he was happy about it.
"Jill, is your mother back?"
Frank's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's dream.
His eyes were fixed on Jill, full of humble expectation.
"I'm back, but my sister is not back."
Gil looked calm when he said this, obviously he had accepted the ending.
From this moment on, he is no longer the only child of his father. For a child, the mother is the cradle, and the father is the room that protects him from the wind and rain.
Obviously, for most children, the cradle is closer.
"I will come back, I will definitely do it."
Frank stretched out his hand and carefully rubbed Jill's head. While rubbing it, he suddenly got an angry thought.
【How come the hand feeling has become worse?】
"Jill, it's time for you to get a haircut."
Frank spoke softly.
His tone finally returned to calmness.
"Frank, welcome home!"
The voice of the person Frank had been thinking about came from the opened door, and the tough guy finally couldn't hold back his expression.
"My dear, we will never be separated again!"
Frank led Jill into the house and closed the door.
Frank didn't think about Bulcasso outside at all.
"The power of death and life exists in every Nephalem, but no one has ever mastered this power."
Bulcaisel was talking to himself.
"Andariel, do you remember how strong Rasma is?"
Bulcaisel asked about the Hell Demon King he had sealed.
Andariel is also a child of angels and demons, and she has the same blood as the first-generation Nephalem.
But Andariel is only Lilith, the most beloved daughter of the devil, and is not a treasure shared by angels and devils.
But it is undeniable that Andariel has the same blood as Rasma, and they are also brother and sister.
"Rasma? That guy is always talking nonsense. Do you want to know how far he has gone in his power?"
Don't be kidding, I never admitted those guys are my brothers! Even the guy your name represents is the same! Bulcaisel!"
Andalil was obviously a little irritable when talking about this topic.
This chapter has been completed!