357 Nick Fury Is a Professional at Taking the Blame (10,000-Word Chapter)

Coulson did not feel any guilt for throwing dirty water on Nick Fury.

Although Coulson knew very well that the Nick Fury he had seen might have done all kinds of dark things, he had nothing to do with Hydra.

Or even if there was, it was not something Coulson could know.

But throwing dirty water was not about the truth.

In this era, you don't even need some borrowed photos to discredit someone.

"I'm going to resign, Coulson."

Melinda looked at her watch. It was late at night.

If she didn't go to rest, she would probably have to go to breakfast and come back to work.

Although this was not very humane, this country was more about "efficiency".

"I'm already on the sacrifice list. At least I don't have to listen to the command of a Hydra every day to do something I don't want to do."

There was a hint of suggestion in Coulson's words.

Although he knew very well that such language guidance would not have much effect on the Iron Cavalry.

Melinda was an agent no worse than him.

Her professionalism was trustworthy.

"I will have a vacation soon."

Melinda glanced at Coulson and seemed to be trying to find something wrong with the man in front of him.

Will Coulson suspect Nick Fury?

Of course.

But if Coulson really found something, he would never solve the problem in this way.

Maybe this is his test.

But Melinda is really fed up.

"Okay, this safe house is mine. Besides Nick Fury, you are the only one who knows about this place."

Coulson said so.

With a smile.

In the closed compartment not far behind him, there is a life substitute for Nick Fury for emergency.

Melinda is not like him, who can use the power of the Sky Hammer Master to erase the traces of modern technology.

The radio system here has also been destroyed, and Melinda is facing the only intact camera, which is also the most secretive one.

Nick Fury will not see Melinda's lip shape from the surveillance to know what she said.

And the most important thing is that the Sky Hammer Master does not need to open the door to enter a room!

The door here will record the information of Melinda pushing the door.

As long as Nick Fury comes back, he will definitely find Melinda's abnormality and start an investigation.

That black guy will not use a conversation to resolve the misunderstanding, but will keep testing.

The most likely way is to force Melinda to go out on the field.

A less perfect plan, but it will definitely work well.

"You let the Hydra you mentioned know the location of your safe house?"

Melinda frowned.

Out of concern for her old friend, she still asked a question.

"I don't have the ability to deduct so much money from the funds of SHIELD to build a safe house. I am just using it here."

Coulson showed his iconic smile as always.

The current situation is really great.

"I think we will meet again, and you will probably trust me by then, Melinda."

Coulson said this, and then looked at Melinda in front of him quietly.

"It's crazy!"

Melinda pushed open the door and left the hut directly. Coulson's figure faded a little bit and disappeared.

Next, he was going to Kingpin to talk to Stonebreaker about possible exposure.

Agents are always more cautious than gang leaders, and this professionalism is reflected in all aspects.

...

Tony Stark stood in front of Bul-Kathos with sleepy eyes, with a little cynicism and absent-mindedness in his eyes.

Compared with prizes, he cared more about the thief's revenge stone.

Tony had tried it, and this gem did provide him with some enhancements.

But even the future technology from the Cybermen did not analyze much useful things.

Fortunately, the next evolution of the suit has begun.

For the suit on his body, he couldn't think of a suitable name for a while.

Maybe the saber is a good name.

After all, the saber is always multifunctional, and the suit on his body will be his biggest trump card for a long time in the future.

"You mean, you want a lot of gems to act as energy sources?"

Bulkaso's face looked a little strange, and he couldn't help but wonder if the things these rich people wanted were all so strange.

Wayne's desire to know his weaknesses was already a little strange.

And Tony's need for gems surprised him even more.

This was the gap caused by being in different positions.

For the barbarians who could enter the secret realm to hunt for treasures at any time, gems were really not a scarce resource.

But for Tony, a relatively close "outsider", there was no good way to get enough gems for his research except to buy them from Luke and his friends with money.

But gems were also precious to the warriors years ago.

It was even not enough.

After all, these gems were upgraded at a ratio of three to one by the gemsmiths, and the gems that Luke and his friends could get now were most likely some flawless gems like small water drops.

And the gems were divided into fourteen levels in total...

The number of low-level gems required for a top-level gem embedded in a weapon is really a lot.

"I want to think about what level of gems is more appropriate for you."

Bulkesso felt a little headache.

Gemstones are nothing rare.

But what he needs to consider is whether to give Tony the highest grade gem.

After all, for Luke and the others, the increase that a top-grade emerald or ruby ​​can provide is a bit too big.

Although there is confidence in the young fighters, they will not become hired thugs or anything like that.

But this seems unfair to the soldiers.

Bulcaisel's original prize for Tony was an Elanoc amulet.

This thing is immune to the power of ice when worn around the neck.

It can even 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.

"It's okay. 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 responded, 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 is required before research.

"gem."

Bulcaisel reached into his backpack and held out a handful of various gems.

The number of these gems is no different than what a hoarding goblin can drop.

There are about a dozen of them, but the level is not very high.

But 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 put these little things on me."

Tony had a teasing smile on his face.

He briefly returned his attention to the matter in front of him.

The mountain-splitting ax next to Bulcasso 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.

Therefore, after the mountain-splitting giant ax flashed its light slightly, there was no other movement.

"Banner."

Bulcaisel called Banner's name.

He was a little 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 giant ax as soon as possible, and the subsequent matters can be skipped.

Needless formalism is never pleasing.

"I just want you to fix what's wrong with Betty."

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 was Hulk's last mercy on his dignity, then there was someone who thought about it.

After all, the Hulk wearing shorts would be called the Hulk. If he didn't have shorts, he might be called the big green murderous beast.

Clothes represent the epitome of human civilization.

"No comments?"

Bulcasso looked at Banner in front of him and took a deep breath.

Things are getting complicated.

But Mountain Splitting Giant Ax still hasn't chosen the most suitable person.

"I am a scientist. Regarding the evaluation of the battle, how about the evaluation of 'Hulk feels unhappy'?"

Banner said with some hesitation.

"Betty, your wish."

Bulcaisel made no reply.

Banner's problem should be solved by himself after Kotur convinces the scholar.

Betty keeps talking about solving Banner's problem anyway, so it's better to let Betty express her wish first.

"!"

Betty is so excited!

The feathers on the wings stood 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.

"Return to human form. Do you want to keep your power?"

Bulcasso raised his eyes and looked at the two people opposite him.

If she wants to retain her current power, it would be best for Betty to find a scientist.

And it would be best for Banner to reach an understanding with Hulk.

If you don't retain your strength, there are many ways to do it.

For example, Bulcasso can use the gift from the Time Lord to allow these two guys to turn back time and start their lives again.

Or throw it into Kanai's Box and refine it.

Anyway, Jordan Kule is here, and this time Bulkaso will definitely say that famous line to Jordan Kule!

That line "Such a great artifact"!

All nephalem who have come into contact with Kanai's Cube 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.

Only a green light appeared on his body.

Apparently Hulk has a different take 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 Hulk, you will also lose the power to say 'no'."

General Ross looked at Banner with a look of hatred.

General Ross had a somewhat different view of his future son-in-law, which was somewhat disappointing.

Veteran American soldiers like to put the initiative on their side.

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!"

Bulcaisuo shouted helplessly toward the sky.

It's better to let Jordan Kule do this kind of thing.

Jordan Kule personally uses Kanai's Box. This is an opportunity that the big guy has been waiting for for an unknown amount of time!

When the time comes, those ancestors will definitely use the most vicious and bitter tone they have ever thought of in their entire lives to roast Jordan Kule.

Even Leah would be excited 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?"

Jordan Kule's drake voice came out, causing Bulkesso to turn his head.

The mountain-splitting giant ax is emitting light and is ready to try.

Banner even had the intention to pounce on him even when there was no Nephalem blood in his body.

This surprised Bulkesso.

"Banner? No, you want to choose Hulk?"

Bulcaisel asked, his tone not very solemn.

The light on the mountain-splitting giant ax became more intense.

"A difficult question."

Korik said with some glee.

Banner or Hulk?

The souls of these two guys are one.

But which of the two consciousnesses should be eliminated?

Kolik was curious about what choice Burqasso would make.

The famous trolley problem barbarian didn't know it though.

But this does not prevent them from thinking about who 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 is saved, the other party will die, so what should we do?

Korik asked Bulcasso this question a long time ago, but Bulcasso did not give him an answer.

But now, Bulkesso has to make a choice.

"Jordon Kule, can you split this guy into two people?"

Bulcaisel asked directly.

This is his answer.

Bulkesso chose to put out the fire first!

"Consciousness and the soul are not unrelated. How do you plan to separate a consciousness from the existence of the soul? Or do you plan to let the guy in front of you divide his soul like you?"

Jordan Kule floated down, his voice as ugly as ever.

"I have a lot of forgotten souls here."

Bulkesso said.

He didn't pay any attention to the nervous expressions on 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 so arrogant that you think you are the first generation of Bulcasso after inheriting Bulcaisso's name? You don't have the grasp. The authority of life!”

Jordan Kule's sarcasm with his strange smile was 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."

Bulcaisel explained a little.

"Similar to the spirit behind?"

Jordan Kule asked.

"Like conjoined twins."

It took Bulcaisel a long while before he came up with a not-so-appropriate answer.

To be precise, his idea was to create a bucket with a barrier in the middle, but it would not block water, only block 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 becoming one.

"It's unnecessary. If you just raise the hammer of judgment at that guy and say, 'If you don't merge into one, you will be hammered to death.' I don't believe these two guys have other opinions."

Jordan Kule looked at Banner with a contemptuous tone.

Upon hearing this, Burkaiso took out the Hammer of Judgment and raised it above his head, and said to Jotun Kule: "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.

The anger on Bulcasso's body was surging, and it was obvious that he was not joking.

"Come with me!"

Jotun Kule said angrily, and did not come up with the taunting lines he had thought out from somewhere and spoke to Banner.

"What a good suggestion! Jotun Kule! You are worthy of being the soul of the ancient Nephalem!"

Kolik laughed!

"I have to admit, Hulk trembled when you raised the hammer."

Banner said to Bulkesso with a wry smile, and then followed Zortun Kule silently.

Bulkasso put down the Hammer of Judgment in his hand and glanced at Coutur who was in a daze.

How should Coutur make Banner willing to be a barbarian? Let Coutur figure it out himself.

Although the mountain-splitting axe looks like it can only be done by Hulk, this boring link has begun, so there must be an end.

"Betty, after you become a barbarian, you will learn how to control your strength. Your wish will be fulfilled."

Bulkasso said to Betty Ross.

Nick Fury, standing in the crowd, stared at Dugan, as if he wanted to say something.

"Nick Fury, don't look at me anymore. I have no idea about power. I only have one idea now, that is, when can you, a damn bastard, let me retire! I'm almost ninety years old!"

Dugan said while smoking a cigar.

"I know, but Captain America is still fighting. SHIELD cannot be without power."

Nick Fury said this, and the one-eyed man still stared at Dugan.

In his cognition, there will only be two results of doing this.

One is that Dugan couldn't stand his gaze and asked for power from Burkeso.

The other is that Dugan couldn't stand his gaze, punched him in the face and asked Burkeso for power while cursing in his heart.

"That's your business, I'm not the director of SHIELD."

Dugan's actions were beyond Nick Fury's calculations, but he found that Dugan was constantly pointing at John Wick, who was watching with great interest.

Nick Fury understood what Dugan meant.

"Who will be the first?"

Nick Fury gave a beginning to shift the topic to John Wick.

"Draw lots."

Dugan took out a few bullets from his pocket, then twisted one in front of Nick Fury and poured out all the gunpowder.

"The one who grabs the empty shell first!"

Dugan said so.

Put a bullet in Nick Fury's hand.

Then he stretched his hand in front of John Wick.

"Why is there my business?"

John Wick looked at the hand in front of him and said with some dissatisfaction.

As a legendary killer, he doesn't have much sense of identity with S.H.I.E.L.D.

In fact, if Nick Fury hadn't killed his beloved dog, he would probably have nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. in his life.

Even joining S.H.I.E.L.D. was just to revive his beloved dog.

"Now, we are the only ones in this place. We are all ordinary people."

Dugan said so.

In return, John Wick looked at him strangely.

Nick Fury, known as the One-Eyed Man. He had fought against evil with Frank Custer.

He has countless life substitutes.

Even when he was seriously injured and dying, he only needed to be electrified with a pacemaker to continue fighting vigorously.

John Wick had heard of this kind of news in the killer business.

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, is a little like an ordinary person.

He can get hurt and die.

Even in the case of being ambushed, even a few thugs could kill him.

"I think I'm the only normal person, you're all abnormal."

John Wick pushed Dugan's hand away and said seriously.

"Can a guy who chased me for more than ten kilometers for a dog and used a pencil to drive through the window of the SHIELD car and shot me be considered an ordinary person?"

Nick Fury said so.

His eyes were deep and a little sad.

"If I have a mental illness, you can send me to a mental hospital. If I'm mentally unhealthy, you can also introduce a psychiatrist to me. But don't confuse me with freaks like you!"

John Wick said so.

Then his eyes drifted to a handsome young man.

The young man looked at their argument with a charming smile.

"Hi, brother. We haven't seen each other for a long time. How have you been recently? By the way, you're really handsome!"

Constantine walked over with a cigarette between his fingers.

This is the cigarette he hid on his body.

It was wrinkled, but there was no yellow stuff on it.

Constantine took out a cigarette from a well-sealed plastic bag and handed it to John Wick.

John Wick looked at the bag and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

But before he could refuse, the cigarette was stuffed into his mouth.

"I have cigarettes myself."

John Wick's words were a little late. He silently took out the cigarette box from his pocket and pointed the gun at Constantine's chest.

Constantine smiled and took his hand out of John Wick's pocket and raised it above his head.

"I just think that SHIELD's cigarettes may be more fragrant than my favorite Silk Card brand."

Constantine said with a smile.

Dugan glanced at Constantine and took a few steps back.

The hand holding the bullet was also put away.

"Hey! Draw lots? I like this game."

Constantine took a bullet from Dugan's hand and looked at it.

There was no gunpowder.

"Brother, I've finished drawing for you, and you're next."

Constantine put the empty bullet shell in his hand into John Wigger's pocket, and pulled out another bullet from Dugan's hand.

This one is also an empty shell.

John Wigger 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."

Dugan'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 give you a little more burden."

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 reaches out to Constantine.

A black hand.

"It's an honor. All I care about is that SHIELD will reimburse me for some of my normal expenses?"

Constantine grabbed Nick Fury's hand with an eager look on his face.

SHIELD is a behemoth, which means countless teammates!

Constantine loves teamwork! Especially these agents are full of sacrifice spirit!

As a mystical side expert within S.H.I.E.L.D., he'll be well protected!

"As long as you can get the invoice."

Nick Fury looked unhappy.

He had 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 Rotate".

"That's a real pity. 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.

…

"Kingpin, aren't you going to run away?"

Colson appeared in Kingpin's office and said with a smile.

When he saw the eight rings on Jinpin's thick fingers, his expression became a little strange.

Eight rings, four black and four white.

It's like a finger tiger on Jin Bin's finger.

"The Gravel needs a run, but Kim doesn't."

Kingpin 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 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 size. Mr. Fisk."

Coulson said with his lips twitching.

"But, how do you explain that the rings you are wearing are four pairs of mutually hostile rings?"

As Coulson said this, the unsightly hammer of the Fallen Believer appeared in his hand.

Coulson knew Kingpin's habits.

Silencing is his favorite method.

According to those gangsters, only the dead can keep secrets.

There is not much power gap between the Believer and the Stone Breaker, but after adding those rings, the balance of victory and defeat seems to be tilted a bit.

"The white ones are real, the black ones are fake."

Kingpin said this.

The stone crusher's sky hammer also appeared in his hand.

The golden markings once again covered the body.

There's just something missing.

With those rings from death, Jin Bin has neither the white color of the life ring nor the black energy of the death ring on his body.

This look is unusual.

Colson shook his head and said:

"Looks like all eight rings are fake, right?"

"You can come and try."

Kingpin said without taking a step back.

The huge body took two steps ahead.

"Okay, okay! You have the final say. I was going to tell you a piece of news. It doesn't look like you don't need my help."

Coulson said this.

The Believer 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 had no idea 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. 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 seemed to be here 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, nor had he had time to 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 in your home."

There was no anger in Anderson's tone, just a statement of what he perceived.

But the spear in his hand was emitting a holy flame like a big umbrella, blocking those bullets full of death power.

"I know, and it's enough for you to get out immediately after knowing it!"

Frank said coldly.

After finally getting his lover back, he will not let anyone who may hurt his family exist!

Not even an angel!

"I'm 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 also requires the courage to face it!"

Anderson's steps suddenly became faster!

Almost instantly, he was face to face with Frank.

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 away!"

Frank hit Anderson in the face with a drag shot, and his body immediately made a tactical roll to distance himself.

During the roll, two round bombs landed at Anderson's feet.

The moment Frank picked up the gun, the bomb exploded!

This was followed by the continuous firing of the gun in his hand!

When facing extremely agile enemies, range attack shotguns will be more useful.

After all, it doesn't have to be like having to constantly adjust the shooting trajectory when using a submachine gun.

This saves time!

“You’re a warrior, but you’re a little weak.

You cannot face the truth of your loss and become cowardly! "

A large piece of flesh was knocked off Anderson's face, but under 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!

Only two flames that seemed to support the legs 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 right 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 keep his wife and daughter by his side.

But they 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.

The familiar is able to construct those complex weapons with 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.

The thick, 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 chest of Courage's subordinates, and was stained with ink in the holy flame!

"They are already dead!"

Anderson said this.

The spear in his hand is aimed at Frank's home!

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 principles and standards of justice.

Anderson didn't want to fight to resolve the 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 ring 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 slightly muffled because he bit the grenade's tab.

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 was mentioned when Prius 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, 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 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!

Seeing Anderson stunned, he released 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 pure."

Anderson looked at Jill and said this.

The helmet dissipated, revealing the 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.

It's like venting emotions.

He stopped attacking Anderson.

Because he saw a familiar face!

Because of the Prius!

The once Archangel of Courage is now Courage itself.

"Prius, tell me what courage is!!!"

The grenade was rattling in Frank's hand.

The two grenades made a rubbing sound like two walnuts!

"Courage is courage. Do you think courage is something complicated?"

Inprius smiled and walked to Frank's house.

He reached 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 his arm even though he was panicking and afraid of pain.

Of course, the standards of courage are different for warriors and children.

"Child, can you please call Bulcaisuo? I have offended him before, so I cannot appear on the sacred mountain of Harrogas. Those rough barbarians will attack me."

Imprius said so.

He discovered something interesting and planned to tell Bulcasso about it.