Kennedy Airport.

The full name is New York John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, a world-famous civil airport, a major aviation hub in the world, one of the busiest airports in the world, one of the most expensive airports in the world, and one of the largest airports in the world.

The waiting hall.

Men's bathroom.

Bang!

When the middle-aged lawyer who had interrupted and ran to South Africa was pushing open the door of the compartment and leaving the plane, the door of the compartment hit the lawyer's nose with a bang.

In an instant.

The nosebleeds all over the face.

"Please don't..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wearing a jacket and a skeleton T-shirt inside, the punishment Frank Cassel, who was already nothing in his heart, looked at the lawyer who was sitting on the toilet and was working hard to live for his life.

The lawyer was upset and said in a panic: "...you won, you...you killed everyone, the Speed ​​Party, the Black Team, the Irish Gang... are gone."

"Yes, almost gone."

Frank Cassel's tone was very low. In short, it was just one sentence. You can tell through your voice that this is a straight man. If you have to describe it, it was still one sentence. This straight man in steel...

Ten minutes later.

Looking at the lawyer strangled by his tie on the toilet, Frank couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

but……

What surges up after pleasure is hard to hide, like a tide hitting the shore, one wave higher than another, loneliness and sadness.

So what can I do if I take revenge?

His wife.

His daughter.

...It's gone.

Frank Cassel, wearing a hood, zippered up, walked out of the airport calmly, and was about to evaporate from now on, while he was about to stop a taxi, he suddenly heard a whistle.

Frank looked at it when he heard the sound.

Lake, who was standing in the driving position of the sterling silver version of Tyzerola sports car, held Bourbon in his right hand and smiled at Frank.

Frank frowned slightly.

Just as he turned around and left again, Lake said lightly: "Sometimes, death can actually be reversed, Frank."

Frank's footsteps paused slightly.

Next second.

There was a rumbling sound.

Lake looked at Frank who was rushing in front of him from ten meters away in an instant, and his eyelids couldn't help but lift.

This is a happy pick when I see the hunt.

Frank Kassel, who has broken through the limits of human beings, is known as the gods and above everyone else, and is at the peak of the strongest combat power of human beings, is indeed well-deserved.

This person has great talent.

Just as the ancient kings were stingy with rewards, Lake was not stingy at all. Even Lake was willing and willing to share his authority with others.

If you want to accomplish something big, you are stingy.

Just right.

Lake has a great throne here to complement Frank Kassel.

grim Reaper!

Hades.

Yes.

In a parallel universe, Frank Kassel was once a mortal that everyone feared, and even Thor was afraid of it.

Then, Hades is the God that everyone fears, and everyone keeps away from him.

The two match very well.

The most important thing is that Frank likes Bourbon, and his personality is the same as Lake, both of them are tooth-for-titon type.

This is very good.

Frank's voice was low and he stared at Lake: "What are you talking about?"

Lake smiled slightly, lowered his head and took out the photo he found in the luxury private room of the Grishke Base container from his arms: "This is yours."

Frank took the photo and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Have you been to Grishke?"

Lyke brought up the Bourbon in his hand: "I have wine, time, you have stories, and for you, time, too."

Frank looked up at Lake: "Who are you?"

Lake opened the car door and sat in and said, "A god who can reverse death."

This is the truth.

In Valorand so.

Here, the same is true.

Half an hour later.

Star Building.

Frank got out of the car and glanced at the pizza roadside stalls and hamburger roadside stalls across the street, which were still open at 10 o'clock in the evening, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

soon.

The elevator is on the way up.

With a tinging dong, the sixty-fifth floor arrived. Lake invited Frank into the room and said, "Don't be polite, sit there casually."

Frank looked at Lake who was closing the door silently and asked in a deep voice again: "Who are you?"

Lyketie pulled the empty bottle that was directly drunk by Frank in the car and walked towards the bar: "You might as well talk about it first."

Frank stared at Lake coldly: "I don't like playing games."

Lake took out a new bottle of Bourbon from the wine cabinet, took out two wine glasses, looked at Frank with a faint smile: "Aren't you tired of talking while standing?"

Frank had no expression on his face: "Not tired."

Lake laughed, this is a wonderful person, he likes it.

"All right."

Lake nodded and smiled, "Then I will just say it, Frank, you are very strong, I admire you very much."

Everyone is a straight man with a straight man, and he is sloping around the bush. Since he doesn't like it, he might as well go straight.

"You don't know me at all."

"Yes, I just heard of you, but that doesn't prevent me from appreciating you."

Lake said so.

Is Frank strong?

Whether Frank is a hero, to some extent, if judged by Marvel's personality cult values, there is no doubt that it is.

Lake came here to save this universe and lead the rebirth of this universe that is about to die.

He is a good god.

In this case, a good god must satisfy his character, such as helping some heroes make up for their regrets...

Lake pushed a cup of Bourbon opposite and sat down at Frank with an inviting move.

Frank was silent for a while, walked to the opposite side of Lake and sat down.

Lake picked up Bourbon and raised it slightly.

Two cups collided.

Lake took a sip of Bourbon and said to Frank: "Frank, if I tell you, I have sent someone to Greenwood Cemetery to dig out your wife and daughter..."

"Bang!"

Frank crushed the wine glass with his bare hands, his eyes instantly turned red, and he glared at Lake like an evil spirit from hell: "You... say... what..."

Lake's expression remains unchanged: "If I'm telling you that Maria and Lisa are dug up to let them meet again in the world, what's your expression?"

Frank's eyes shrank.

Lake holds the cup and smiles slightly.

When it comes to tourist attractions in New York, many people first think of bustling places such as Empire State Building, Times Square, and Fifth Avenue.

But this Greenwood Cemetery, located in Brooklyn, New York City, is also a major tourist attraction.

With a long history and beautiful scenery, Frank's wife and daughter are buried in this cemetery.

Lake made a phone call while going to Kennedy Airport.

It was not the other person who ran over there to dig the grave, but also a team of people under Natasha, who had just been promoted to acting director of operations.

look.

This is the result of easy things for people in the court.

Frank said in a deep voice: "No one can reverse death."

Lake shrugged: "Man is indeed not good, but sorry, I am a god, a god, and do whatever I want."
Chapter completed!