301 To Explore the Secrets of Kingpin (10,000 Words Long Chapter)

It's 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 consortium 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 can generally not 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, his legitimacy as a hero will be questioned.

"So now we're going to find Kingpin?"

Matthew put on his hood and spoke face to face with Spider-Man.

Maybe it was too long since he had worn this mask, and he felt that his uniform was very uncomfortable.

"I don't think that's 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 could become more troublesome."

Spider-Man doesn't seem too 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 was very unsure when he spoke.

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, he was a little irritable.

There is no need to think too much about whether Spider-Man is trustworthy. The people of New York have a good neighbor who is a kind man.

But what Matthew doubts is whether Spider-Man, as a comrade, can 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 from his perception as long as he is an acquaintance. The way he remembers others is a little different. For example, he relies on remembering their heartbeats to identify 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 rushing 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 either name.

At least saying Luke's name would be more effective.

"Boy, I think you're lying to me, but I'm not going to hold it against you. But after probing the Kingpin, you'd better stay out of my life."

A faint red glow could be seen on Matthew's body, which was the effect of the emotion of anger beginning to arise rapidly.

"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 with 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 didn'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 cantaloupes as the first step to weaken the enemy.

As for possible innocents...

There are no "innocents" when it comes to gang connections, this is what Frank realizes.

Even at some cost, 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 will 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 bullet bending, 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 holidays?"

Mrs. Gao's tone was somewhat sinister. She did not attack Frank directly as she usually did.

As a person who had prolonged her life by some means, she was very sensitive to death.

"The first one."

Frank said this, and the gun in his hand turned into a shotgun under the infusion of the power of death, and then fired directly.

It was good luck to meet the leader of the Hand directly.

"Young man! I advise you to take care of yourself!"

Although Mrs. Gao had some feelings about the power of death, she did not know why.

Fortunately, she did not take Frank lightly. She made an evasive move the moment Frank fired.

Under normal circumstances, the next step would be for the old lady to appear in front of Frank with a strange step.

But now it is different after all.

Because of her dodge, she only paid the price of a broken shoulder to save her life.

"What kind of gun is this? Can your bullet turn? What is your relationship with the destroyed textile factory?"

Mrs. Gao grabbed her broken arm and said to Frank.

She believed that her speed was enough to dodge the shooting, but the pain of the broken arm had told her that she failed to dodge.

That's why there is such a question.

However, Frank did not intend to answer this question. When dealing with those who create problems, Frank rarely talks nonsense.

"Bang!"

Frank's gun was spewing black smoke. The firearms transformed by the power of death would not emit sparks.

Even the bullets are made of the power of death.

This time he aimed at Mrs. Gao's chest.

Compared with the small target above the neck, the torso is more deadly.

"Ah~"

Mrs. Gao let out an unpleasant scream and kicked her cane before Frank pulled the trigger.

Then he ignored the shoulder that was beaten into a ball of paste and charged at the rotten hair.

The figure of an old lady swayed left and right, much more sensitive than ordinary young people.

"Tsk."

Frank sprayed 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 woman who had extended her life for hundreds of years to the ground.

Times have indeed changed. Even those fighting experts will not rashly choose to attack opponents with guns.

But who knows what the live bullet will become.

It was as if Mrs. Gao's already tattered body rushed over from the ground like a centipede.

"It's so ugly."

This was the first sentence Frank said to Mrs. Gao.

Along with these two words, a pitch-black grenade rolled to the ground.

For a while, no one else in the drug factory reacted.

Mrs. Gao was on the verge of death.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the grenade exploded into a large black mist.

Mrs. Gao's body was completely shrouded in it, and then quickly became a shriveled zombie.

The power of death took away Mrs. Gao's vitality, and at this time she was like a puddle of mud scattered all over the ground.

Then the shotgun in Frank's hand turned into a rifle, and he began to call out names of all the ninjas in the factory one by one.

With his superb three-shot burst and constantly switching targets, no one present was accidentally injured by him.

In just a few breaths, there was no enemy in the factory that could be seen by the naked eye.

Just as Frank put away his gun, a ninja appeared on the wall behind him.

These guys are better at assassination, and their superpowers, such as holding a piece of cloth to make themselves look like a wall, are the capital of these guys' elusiveness.

But these guys are as dazzling as drivers with high beams on a dark urban highway in front of Frank, who has become the agent of death.

Of course, they are also equally hateful.

Frank turned the muzzle of the gun without looking back, and ended the battle after one shot.

Mrs. Gao's soul reluctantly broke away from her muddy body and approached Frank.

After a flash of black light, Mrs. Gao's soul disappeared from Frank's perception.

Then Frank felt something in his heart, and he ran all the way to his home without even doing the aftermath.

After Frank left, a guy in the shape of an old man came late, and with a few men he brought, he quickly stabilized the situation in the drug factory.

Bo Tu.

One of the five fingers of the Hand.

It sounds like the meaning of the Hand is that the fingers of a hand can be combined to form a fist.

But the relationship between these fingers seems to have never been very harmonious, so this meaningful name is wasted.

These guys are all traitors of Kunlun, and they gathered together for the long life brought by the dragon bones.

I don't know which little genius got the name of the Hand, anyway, it's good that these fingers don't fight each other.

After all, the dragon bones they can collect are limited, and immortality has long been the obsession of these guys.

...

Just when Frank was going home, Matthew and Spider-Man finally arrived at the bottom of Kingpin's building.

Kingpin, a burly guy, was different from those low-life gangsters.

Although places like nightclubs are more suitable for money laundering and other operations, Kingpin would never sit in a nightclub personally.

He is the emperor of the underworld, and he cannot afford to lose his status and taste like 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 drawn to 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.

Obviously he did not regard Matthew as a close comrade as he said.

"Didn't I remember that you were sent to the Vatican by Constantine?"

Matthew said this to Angel.

"That bastard took that power away halfway and used it to treat his own cancer."

Angel didn't have much dissatisfaction when he said this, he was simply stating 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.

Too bad Matthew couldn't see it.

"Although surveillance cameras are always broken by homeless people and sold for parts, this is the Fisk Building and they 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 team 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 seeing 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 smash that guy's head. After all, 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 hanging upside down from a web of thread.

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 Kingpin, nothing was found."

This is a matter of course. Everyone knows that some bad things were done by Kingpin, but no one is stupid enough to point his finger at Kingpin and say it.

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 always lives a cowardly life under the pressure of his boss.

"Are you here to investigate Kingpin? It seems like you have encountered 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. But 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 subtle.

"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 way 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, then put out his cigarette.

Angel said to 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 a fellow lawyer will make Kingpin care. Especially this lawyer can't see anything."

Angel said this and took out an investigation application from the folder, which had already been approved.

Kingpin, as a "successful entrepreneur", would not kill someone on the first meeting.

These are the rules of that circle.

Angel's immediate boss has already told him that Kingpin will cooperate with some scene-related matters.

How many people living in New York are clean?

At least not Angel's boss.

"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'm a believer and I'm a police officer."

Angel seemed to be planning to refill his cigarette, but hesitated for a moment and did not do so.

That's good news, and 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 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 smells strongly of sweat.

If police dogs could fly, it wouldn't 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 said as he glanced at his watch.

"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 caring 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 Kingpin inviting Angel to investigate at this time is not a normal thing.

Although he couldn't figure out what the guy was doing, Matthew wasn't too worried.

As a savage, Matthew had the confidence to hold out against his enemies until the signal was 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.

If Jessica wanted to press the button, she would probably have to place it on the ground and hit it hard with an axe.

Fortunately, Jessica was usually with Luke, and if there was any problem Luke would push the button.

As for changing clothes, there is no need to go back to the starting point. He has several safe houses nearby. The closest one to 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 was far greater than her investigation into Kingpin.

Anyway, Jin won't reveal any flaws, so his tone of voice was pinning his hopes on the investigation. It would be more convenient to pray that Jin Bin would hit Burquesso.

The ability to directly distinguish between good and evil and the power to directly judge is what Angel longs for.

Although this kind of yearning is a bit strange for a police officer of the major crimes unit.

"Kingpin has had some changes today. I will climb up from the outside of 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.

That Kingpin with spots all over his body is really scary. Compared with the Kingpin who almost killed him in his previous world, the Kingpin now can be described as kind.

"I thought you were going to say you were going to defeat Kingpin and 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 worth taking seriously.

"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!

Spider-Man Peter Parker.

He seems to be an agile hero who can win with dexterity, but his greatest strength lies in pure strength.

His most powerful attribute is his ability to intercept a runaway train with spider silk.

Just to avoid accidentally killing the 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 a look of 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 small-minded 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 powerful heroes should at least be heard by Spider-Man Peter Parker, who has a wide range of friends.

But what the hell is this Constantine?

This is comparable to Kingpin's sudden mutation.

"A psychic mage is always cheap, but sometimes he is quite reliable."

Angel glanced at his watch after speaking.

It had been almost ten minutes, and Matthew had almost found a place to change clothes.

After all, Matthew is a superhero, and one of the most distinctive characteristics of superheroes is the ability to arrange several not-so-safe safe houses wherever they are.

"I'm not asking, well, what are the powers 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 is the first time he has 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 felt 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 spider silk 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, he already knew from Cong Luke 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 you believe what I say after meeting the Kingpin and call for your comrades.

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 statement 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 was swinging between the buildings, the other was 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 police officers than I have ever seen."

Angel complained casually.

"By the way, Matthew, please put 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.

There is no way to explain it if you bring this thing to the front of the building.

But after all, it is not reasonable 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 drop himself outside 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 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 Bulcaisel didn't know who Frank had killed, he still didn't smell of sin, so there was no need to worry about it.

As long as Frank doesn't degenerate into a murderer, then everything is easy to say.

Frank's wife was sent back, as Bulcaisle was able to confirm.

But the soul that was sent back was not all. If Burqaso intercepted the 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, just 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, no matter what he felt, it didn't feel real to Frank until he saw it with his own eyes.

Nothing could be more dramatic than the fact that his wife, who had been dead for some time, was now in front of him.

"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 recovery made the 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, and it was obvious that he had accepted the ending.

From this moment on, he is no longer a child with only his father. For a child, the mother is the cradle, and the father is the room that protects him from 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 rubbed Jill's head carefully. While rubbing, he suddenly had an idea.

[Why does the touch become worse? ]

"Jill, you should have a haircut."

Frank said softly.

His tone finally returned to calm.

"Frank, welcome home!"

The voice of the person Frank had been thinking about came from the open door, and the tough guy finally couldn't hold back his expression.

"Dear, we will never be separated again!"

Frank took Jill into the house and closed the door.

Frank didn't think of Bul-Kathos outside at all.

"Death? The power of life exists in every Nephalem, but no one has ever mastered this power."

Bul-Kathos muttered to himself.

"Andariel, do you remember how strong Lasma is?"

Bul-Kathos asked about the demon king of hell he had sealed.

Andariel is also the child of an angel and a demon. She has the same blood as the first generation of Nephalem.

But Andariel is only the most beloved daughter of the demon Lilith, and is not a treasure shared by both angels and demons.

But it is undeniable that Andariel has the same blood as Lasma, and they are also siblings.

"Lasma? That guy always talks nonsense. Do you want to know how far he has gone in power?

Don't be ridiculous. I have never admitted that those guys are my brothers! Even the guy represented by your name is the same! Bul-Katho!"

Andariel was obviously a little irritable when talking about this topic.