Coulson doesn’t feel any guilt at all for throwing dirt on Nick Fury.
Although Coulson knew very well that the Nick Fury he saw might have various dark ways of doing things, it had nothing to do with Hydra.
Or even if there is, it is not something Coulson can know.
It's just that there is no need to pay attention to the truth when it comes to throwing dirty water.
In this era, you don’t even need some borrowed photos to discredit a person.
“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 instructions every day to do things I don’t want to do.”
Colson’s words were somewhat suggestive.
Although he knew very well that such verbal guidance would not be of much use to the cavalry.
Melinda is as good an agent as he is.
Professional quality is trustworthy.
“I’m going to have a holiday soon.”
Melinda glanced at Colson as if she was trying to find something wrong with the man in front of her.
Will Coulson doubt Nick Fury?
of course.
It’s just that if Colson really discovered something, he would never solve the problem in this way.
Perhaps this is his temptation.
But Melinda was really bored.
“Okay, this safe house is mine. Apart from Nick Fury, the only person who knows about it is you.”
Colson said this.
With a smile.
In a sealed compartment not far behind him, there was a life substitute that Nick Fury used for emergencies.
Melinda is not like him, who can use the power of Lord Skyhammer to erase the traces of modern technology.
The radio system here has also been destroyed, and Melinda's back is facing the only intact camera, which is also the most secretive one.
Nick Fury won't know what Melinda said by watching Melinda's mouth movements on surveillance.
And the most important thing is that Lord Tianchui doesn’t need to open the door if he wants to enter a room!
The door here will record the message that Melinda pushed the door open.
As long as Nick Fury comes back, he will definitely find something unusual about Melinda and start an investigation.
That guy who is all black will not resolve the misunderstanding with a conversation, but will continue to test it.
The most likely way is probably to force Melinda to go out into the field.
A less perfect plan, but one that will work well.
“You let the Hydra you call 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 using it here."
Colson showed his signature smile as always.
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 at Melinda in front of him quietly.
“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 Kingpin to talk to the Stone Breakers about possible exposure.
Agents are always more careful than gang leaders in doing things, and 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 has already tried it, and this gem indeed provides 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 already begun.
For the battle uniform on his body, he could not think of a suitable name for a while.
Perhaps Saber is a good name.
After all, Saber is always multi-functional, and the suit 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?”
Burkeso's face looked a little strange, and he couldn't help but wonder if the things these rich people wanted were all so strange.
It's already a bit weird that Wayne wants 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 secret realms to find treasures at any time, 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 things like gems were also precious to the warriors years ago.
Even quite inadequate.
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 in total...
The number of low-level gems required for a top-level gem mounted on a weapon is really too much.
“I want to think about what level of gems is more appropriate for you.”
Burkeso felt a little headache.
Gemstones are not a rare thing.
But what he needs to consider is whether to give Tony the highest grade gemstone.
After all, for Luke and others, the increase that a top-grade emerald or ruby can provide is a bit too big.
Although I have confidence in the young fighters, they will not become hired thugs or anything like that.
But this seems a bit unfair to the soldiers.
The prize originally prepared by Bulcaisel for Tony was an Amulet of Elranok.
This thing is immune to the power of ice when worn around the neck.
Even able to 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.
“Anything is fine, 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 agreed, but his mind had already flown to his laboratory.
He couldn’t wait to start researching the Thief God Gem.
Of course, a thorough disinfection process must be carried out before research.
“Gem.”
Burkeso put his hand into his backpack and held out a large 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.
"Thanks."
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 carry these little things.”
Tony had a teasing smile on his face.
Briefly return your attention to the matter in front of you.
The mountain-splitting ax beside Bulcaisuo 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 the giant mountain-splitting ax only flashed its light for a moment, and then there was no other movement.
ifies.
Burkethal shouted Banner's name.
He was 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 ax as soon as possible, and the rest can be skipped.
Useless formalism is never popular.
“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 what he thought.
If keeping a pair of shorts can be regarded as Hulk’s last mercy on his dignity, then someone might have considered it for Benna.
After all, a Hulk wearing shorts would be called the Hulk. If he didn't have shorts, he might be called a big green murderous beast.
Clothes represent the epitome of human civilization.
“No comments?”
Burkeso looked at Banner in front of him and took a deep breath.
Things are getting more and more complicated.
But Mountain Splitting Giant Ax still hasn’t chosen the most suitable person.
“I’m a scientist, how about the evaluation of combat, maybe ‘Hulk is unhappy’?”
Banner said with some hesitation.
“Betty, your wish.”
Bulquesso made no reply.
Banner's problem should be solved by himself after Couture convinces the scholar.
Betty has been talking about solving Banner's problem anyway, so it's better to let Betty express her wish first.
“!”
Betty is a thrill!
The feathers on the wings are all standing up.
When Bulcasso suddenly shouted, she felt a little nervous like a bird.
“Solve the problem between Banner and me.”
Betty said nervously.,
Obviously she didn't pay attention to what Banner said just now.
“Restore human form. Do you want to keep your strength?”
Burkeso raised his eyes and looked at the two people opposite him.
If Betty wants to retain her current power, it would be best for Betty to find a scientist.
It would be best for Banner to reach an agreement with Hulk.
If you don’t retain your strength, there are many ways.
For example, Bulcaisel can use the gift from the Time Lord to allow these two guys to turn back time and start their lives again.
Or you can throw it into Kanai’s Box and refine it.
Anyway, Jotun Kule is here, and this time Burqaso will definitely say that famous line to Jotun Kule!
The sentence "Such a great artifact"!
All Nephalem who have come into contact with Kanai's Box will agree with this approach.
"reserve!"
"Need not!"
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, and she spoke with burning eyes.
“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 will also lose the power to say 'no'."
General Ross looked at Banner with eyes that hated iron.
General Ross had a somewhat different view of his future son-in-law, and he was somewhat disappointed.
Veteran American soldiers like to put the initiative on their own side.
It is 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!”
Burkeso shouted helplessly to 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 who knows how long!
At that time, those ancestors will definitely use the most vicious and bitter tone they have ever thought of in their entire lives to criticize Jotun Kule.
Even Leah would be eager to try this kind of thing.
“Why don’t you ask the other will what it thinks? Or why don’t you ask the magical mountain splitting ax?”
Jordon Kule's drake voice came out, causing Bulkesso to turn his head.
The mountain-splitting giant ax is radiating light and is ready to try.
Even though 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?”
Burkeso asked, his tone not very solemn.
The light on the mountain-splitting ax became more intense.
“A difficult problem.”
Kelik said with a bit of schadenfreude.
Banner or Hulk?
The souls of these two guys are one.
But which of the two consciousnesses should be eliminated?
Colik was curious about what choice Bulkesso would make.
Although the famous trolley problem barbarian didn’t know it.
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 you save, the other party will die, so what should you do?
Colik asked Bulkesso this question a long time ago, but Bulkesso did not give him an answer.
Now, Bulcasio has to make a choice.
“Jordon Kule, can you divide this guy into two people?”
Burkeso asked directly.
This is his answer.
Burkeso chose to put out the fire first!
“Consciousness and the soul are not unrelated. How do you plan to make a consciousness separate from the existence of the soul? Or do you plan to let the guy in front of you divide the soul like you?”
Jotun Kule floated down, his voice as ugly as ever.
“I have a lot of forgotten souls here.”
Burkeso said.
Completely ignored 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 arrogant enough to think that you are the first generation of Bulcasso after inheriting the name of Bulcaisso? You have no grasp of it.
The authority of life!”
Jordon Kule's sarcastic smile is authentic.
“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.”
Burkeso explained a little bit.
“Similar to the spirit behind you?”
Zordon Kule asked.
“Similar to conjoined twins.”
Burkeso took a while before coming up with an answer that was not very appropriate.
His idea, to be precise, is to create a bucket with a barrier in the middle, but it does not block water, only blocks consciousness.
The water in the bucket is power, and power will be shared.
But this power does not belong to just one consciousness.
A communication link is forcibly established between the two, and they will eventually become one.
This approach only speeds up the process of combining the two into one.
"It's unnecessary. If you just 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."
Jotun Kule looked at Banner with a contemptuous tone.
Hearing this, Burkaiso took out the hammer of judgment and raised it above his head, and said to Zortunkule: "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.
Burkeso's body was filled with rage, and he obviously wasn't joking.
“Come with me!”
Jordon Kule said angrily, and did not come up with the sarcastic lines that he had figured out from somewhere and said to Banner.
“What a good suggestion! Jotun Kule! He is indeed the soul of the ancient Nephalem!”
Colik laughed!
“I have to admit, Hulk trembled when you raised the hammer.”
Banner said to Bulcaisel with a wry smile, and then followed Zortun Kule silently.
Burkasso 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 become 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 your power. Your wish will be fulfilled.”
Burkeso 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 you damn bastard will let me retire! I’m almost ninety years old!”
Dugan said while smoking a cigar.
“I know, but Captain America is still fighting. S.H.I.E.L.D. 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 mind, asking Bulcasso for strength.
"That's your business. I'm not the director of SHIELD."
Dugan’s approach was beyond Nick Fury’s calculations, but he found that Dugan was pointing his cigar at John Witness, who was watching with great interest.
Nick Fury understood what Dugan meant.
“Then who’s going to be first?”
Nick Fury gave an opening that shifted the topic to John Witness.
“Let’s draw lots.”
Dugan 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 cartridge case first!”
Duggan said this.
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 Wicker 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 SHIELD was just to resurrect his beloved dog.
“Now, we are the only ones in this place. We are all ordinary people.”
Duggan said this.
In exchange for a strange look from John Wigger.
Nick Fury, known as the One-Eyed Man, was a guy who once fought crime with Frank Custer.
There are countless life substitutes.
Even when you are seriously injured and dying, you only need to be electrified by a pacemaker to continue fighting vigorously.
John Wicker 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 if he is plotted against, 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 a serious look.
“Can a guy who chases me for more than ten kilometers for a dog and uses a pencil to drive past me through the window of a S.H.I.E.L.D. car and shoot me be considered an ordinary person?”
Nick Fury said this.
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!”
John Wigger said this.
Then his eyes wandered and he saw a very handsome young man.
That young relative watched 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 are so handsome!”
Constantine came over with a cigarette between his fingers.
This is the cigarette he has hidden on his body.
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 Wick looked at the bag and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
But before he had time to refuse, the cigarette was already 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 S.H.I.E.L.D.’s cigarettes might smell a little better than my favorite Silk Cards.”
Constantine said with a smile.
Duggan 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.
There is no gunpowder.
“Brother, I’ve finished smoking for you, and you’ll be next.”
Constantine put the empty bullet shell in his hand into John Wigger's pocket, and took out another bullet from Dugan's hand.
This one is also an empty shell.
John Wicker looked at Dugan with cold eyes, and opened the safety of the gun in his hand.
“The one who draws the full bullet is next.”
Duggan’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. I have long admired your 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 reached out to Constantine.
A black hand.
"It's a great pleasure. I just 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.
S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge company, which means countless teammates!
Constantine loves teamwork! Especially these agents are full of sacrifice!
As a mysterious expert in S.H.I.E.L.D., he will be well protected!
“As long as you can get the invoice.”
Nick Fury doesn’t look good.
He has already seen 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 Go Round”.
“That’s a pity, but fortunately I can always get an invoice. After all, you have to file taxes to survive in this country.”
Constantine smiled and slapped a stack of invoices into Nick Fury's hand.
Then he put his arm around John Wigger's shoulders.
…
“Jin Bin, you don’t plan to run away?”
Colson appeared in Jin Bin's office and said with a smile.
When he saw the eight rings on Jin Bin's thick fingers, his face became a little strange.
Eight rings, four black and four white.
The belt is like a finger tiger on Jin Bin's finger.
“The Stonebreakers need to run away, but Jin doesn’t.”
Jin Bin looked at Colson in front of him expressionlessly.
Kingpin had already exposed his extraordinary power when he faced Matthew and the others before.
But the eight rings that Jin Bin 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 lips.
“But, how do you explain that the rings you are wearing are four pairs of mutually hostile rings?”
Colson said this, and the unsightly hammer of the Fallen Believer appeared in his hand.
Colson knew Kingpin's habits.
Suppression is his favorite method.
According to those gangsters, only the dead can keep secrets.
There is not much power gap between the Fallen Believer and the Stone Breaker, but after adding those rings, the balance of victory and defeat seems to be tilted a bit.
“The white one is real, the black one is fake.”
Kingpin said this.
The stone-breaker, a heavenly hammer, also appeared in his hand.
The golden markings once again cover the body.
It’s just that something is missing.
Wearing those rings from death, Jin Bin has neither the white color of the life ring nor the black aura 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.”
Jin Bin said without taking a step back.
The huge body took two steps ahead.
"Okay, okay! You have the final say. I wanted to tell you a piece of news. It doesn't look like you need my help."
Colson said this.
The fallen one 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.
"Fallen, if you want my help, you'd better be smart."
Jin Bin said this and put away the sky 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, and 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 seems to have come 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 blasting 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 or 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 souls in your home.”
There was no anger in Anderson's tone, he was simply stating what he perceived.
But the spear in his hand was emitting a holy flame, blocking those bullets full of death power like a big umbrella.
“I know, and all you need to do is get out of here as soon as you know it!”
Frank said coldly.
Having finally got his lover back, he will not let anyone who may harm his family exist!
Not even an angel!
“I am not here to tell you that the living cannot live with the dead, nor am I here to tell you the power of the ring in your hand.”
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 facing 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 "deadly"!
“Shit! Get out of here!”
Frank hit Anderson in the face with a 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!
At the same time, there was continuous shooting sound 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 underneath the flesh was the burning holy flame!
The lower body was stained with traces of death in the previous explosion, and a black smoke was fighting against the holy flame!
On those legs, only two flames that seemed to be supporting were still burning!
The armor continued to condense from the holy flame, and then covered Anderson's whole body!
"shut up!"
Frank said this.
The ring on his hand began to shine with a richer black light.
It’s a pity that this is not a pure force of death.
The power of death is not dark, but gray!
That is not a matter of controversy 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 made a sound, Frank became 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 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 by his side.
But those are the souls 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.
Familiar with the ability to construct complex weapons using 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 and somewhat excessive jet-black bullet hit Anderson’s chest!
This is the first time he has caused effective damage!
The power of death penetrated the chests of Courage’s subordinates, stained with ink in the holy flames!
“They are already dead!”
Anderson said this.
The spear in his hand is aimed at Frank's house!
Fighting is a means, not an end!
Anderson wanted to give Frank the courage to face the truth.
Frank is not a gangster who brings chaos without a bottom line. He has his own standards and standards of justice.
Anderson did not want to fight to resolve this issue.
“But their return is allowed by death! Death promised me!”
The sniper rifle in Frank's hand turned into a rifle.
He took out a few grenades with one hand and held them in his hand.
Then he bit the tab 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 that is neither alive nor dead!
“She wasn’t crazy at the time! Everything I got was what she allowed!”
Frank’s voice was a little muffled because he bit the grenade ring.
The whites of his eyes have turned pitch black.
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 find courage.”
Anderson said this.
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 point was mentioned when Imprius brought him to the human world.
There is a ring in Gil'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, which she placed on her arm!
If he rowed on, Bulcasso would soon arrive.
Anderson had no intention of harming Frank, nor did he intend to destroy Frank's wife and daughter.
He just wanted to give Frank some courage.
“I will face everything I encounter next with courage!
Just like I have the courage to face you who want to destroy my family!”
Frank roared!
Looking at Anderson stunned, he loosened his teeth and roared loudly.
The saliva splashed out, looking a little crazy.
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 servant of courage, and my courage is simple.”
Anderson looked at Jill and said this.
The helmet came away, 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 fired toward the sky.
As if venting emotions.
He did not continue his attack on 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 rubbing 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 her arm even though she was panicking and afraid of pain.
The standards of courage are of course different for warriors and children.
"Child, could you please call Bulcaisuo? I have offended him before, so I cannot appear on the sacred mountain of Harrogath. Those rough barbarians will beat me up."
Because the Prius said so.
He discovered something interesting and planned to tell Bulcasso about it.