"I don't believe it," he said. "I don't believe that your agents went awry when they infiltrated Langley, and I don't believe that William was in the way. Victoria Hand, I know you, don't lie to me.
.”
"It's just a euphemism, Frank Castle." Victoria Hand frowned. She felt that the dirty water splashing on the ground might seep into her high-heeled leather shoes at any time, and she hated this feeling.
.She should be standing on the clean and tidy deck of the aircraft carrier command room and giving orders now, but for this mission, she must personally come to the Clinton District, a terrible environment known as Hell's Kitchen. "William Rosling, Orange
Agent... The mission he performed was the CIA's black ops. He completed the mission and then obtained his current position. The CIA taught local farmers to grow poppies, rough processed them and transported them back to the country. He was related to a previous drug trafficking case in New York
.Someone once sent a CIA agent responsible for drug trafficking in New York to the police station, and then——"
"—and then released on bail?"
Victoria Hand nodded.
"Yes, the agent got into a black car after leaving the police station. We couldn't trace the information about that car." She said, "According to the video surveillance along the road, we found the agent in the Hudson River.
agent's body. If you want to know the cause of death, it was strangulation. If you want to get to the bottom of this whole thing, you're going to have to work with us, Frank Custer. You can't do it alone, you're facing
The truth is not that simple."
"William Roslin?"
"Orange Agent William Roslin wouldn't give in, and we were pressed for time." Victoria Hand shrugged, "So we took his head and kept it active while we mined it for information. I know that sounds like
It seems incredible, but by the time the search is complete, William Rosling will know everything."
"I'll join." Victoria couldn't see Frank Castle's expression, he always lowered his head. However, she knew that he had moved the muzzle of the gun. "No matter what your master wants, I will join. As long as you don't do it again.
Just let that kind of thing come to me."
"You can't just agree to something like this, Frank!" David Lieberman, also known as "Chip", a former National Security Agency intelligence analyst with a messy head of curly hair, shouted and jumped up from his chair.
"We don't know what those unknown people want! Maybe they just want to find out our details, find out how many of us there are and kill us all! Are you sure you are not being followed? You didn't tell me
Name it! Do you have one?"
Frank Custer just glanced at his temporary partner, the y cpx-2 miniature pistol. He brought this pocket pistol with him to negotiate with Victoria Hand, but he never took it out once.
"Those people contacted you through your number, right? Are you sure you didn't give them your phone number?"
Frank glanced at him.
"Really? Give me your phone quickly." David Lieberman stretched out his hand. Facing Frank's doubtful eyes, he suddenly became irritable, "Don't fucking ask why, I feel like giving that damn phone to me."
Me!" Frank obeyed silently. The chip, which was David Lieberman, simply broke off the phone, took out the SIM card and inserted it into a device that Frank didn't know what it was used for. After a while, he didn't know what to do.
, tapping far beyond Frank’s knowledge, David Lieberman relaxed. “You need to change your number.” He said, “Since I can track you, then those people can also use you.
Use your mobile phone number to locate your location. I don’t want this place to be exposed. You have to be careful. Many people want both of us dead. We are now like an isolated island in the sea, and the sea is full of sharks. Even the ones that look like dolphins
The guys can’t be trusted either, because no one knows what they want to do…”
"They are people from SHIELD in the past." Frank Castle interrupted David's increasingly outrageous words. He said in a deep voice, "What they want is me. They want me to train soldiers for them."
"SHIELD?! Well, now we are related to terrorists again!" David Lieberman slumped down on his swivel chair as if his strength had been drained, almost throwing away his cotton slippers.
He walked out. He looked up at the light tube above his head, "What should we do now? Do we listen to the instructions of those SHIELD people?"
Frank Custer remained silent, picked up the next gun and polished it. He had many weapons to maintain. When he reached an agreement with Victoria Hand, he received assistance from the Eternal City——
The aid was provided in a sophisticated and safe manner, with a total of three second-hand vans replaced, enough to make Frank Custer feel safe. In addition to the regular firearms and rocket launchers, Victoria Hand also gave him
A mysterious suitcase contained a weapon that could only be used a few times. Frank Custer couldn't figure out how to dismantle this thing, so he took the instruction manual and studied it carefully. "Deuterium heating, magnetic confinement, plasma
body, particle accelerator... use it three times and then throw it at the enemy... David, how hot is a solar flare? F*uck!"
"About tens of millions of Kelvin? I don't know, why are you asking?
Frank Custer threw away the instruction manual and pointed to the weapon in his suitcase, "You won't believe it. It is said that this thing can actually release energy that can reach the temperature of a solar flare."
"They gave you a high-tech gadget?" David jumped up, trying to get as far away from the suitcase as possible. "It sounded like a bomb!"
"I don't think they want my life, they don't have to do that." Frank pointed to the file on the table with his chin, "They will hand me a document, probably the content is the CIA's black operations.
, the [Operation Cerberus] I participated in is just one of them. There are many such operations in CIA, and Agent Orange is just one of them. But that is none of my business, they promised to give me information."
"You believe them?"
"No, but they can help. That's enough."
David shrugged and touched his beard, which he hadn't shaved for a long time. "You know what? You don't have to pay for it all your life, Frank. I'm investigating this matter so that I can meet Sarah again one day.
, you can also start your new life after this."
Frank Custer was silent.
"You don't have to put on this tough guy face for me, Frank." David said, "Have you ever thought about life after this is over? Huh? Don't tell me you haven't."
"No, I dream about my family every day, David. I dream about them dying in front of me every day, with blood and brains splashing on my face as hot as lava. I can't do anything but watch.
Watch them being killed." David saw Frank's skin turn red, and the veins in his neck seemed to be equipped with a miniature bomb, which was agitating crazily and almost exploding. Even so, Frank Custer did not vent his violence and anger.
, but forced himself to sit on that damn eighteen-hand sofa chair, and roared with anger and a deep voice that could almost burn his skin. "No, David, I won't think about it before revenge. I need it.
Their blood, their pain, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully. Do you understand, David, do you understand?"