062 Rumlow Is Taking Action

"Dad, I..."

Jill and Frank were sitting in a restaurant, and Jill was a little overwhelmed.

Although meeting his father was what he had always wanted to do, when he actually saw his father, he didn't know what to say.

"Jill, I'm sorry."

Frank looked at his son, and tears welled up in the eyes of this tough guy.

He lost his wife and daughter in the previous "accident", and now only this poor son is left alive.

He was originally full of revenge, and finally lost control of his emotions.

Frank carefully stretched out his hand and wanted to rub his son's head.

But he stopped halfway and kept shaking.

"Dad, it's so good to see you!"

Jill stretched out his hand and grabbed Frank's palm that was suspended in the air.

He could feel the calluses on these rough hands, and he could also feel the warmth coming from his palm.

He didn't have any resentment towards his father.

It was all just an "accident", wasn't it?

Jill, who had personally experienced the process of death, wanted to cry and throw himself into his father's arms, but he still tried to control his emotions.

His father's grief was not much less than his, and at this time only he could bring his father some insignificant comfort.

Frank looked at Jill's red eyes, and in an instant he was angry and sad. His child was trying to comfort him, so how could he continue to immerse himself in grief?

"Jill, whatever you want to eat, Dad will agree to it."

Frank looked at Jill in front of him, and his whole cold face was like ice thawing, revealing tenderness.

Except for the red eyes of the father and son, there was no other place to see what kind of grief the father and son had experienced in their hearts.

...

Rumlow, wearing a decent suit, walked into the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.

This place is the base camp of killers, and everyone seen here is a killer.

Even if there are occasional uninformed tourists coming in, they will be turned away for reasons such as the room is full.

This place was originally for killers. Now Rumlow came here to issue a mission according to Dugan's request, just to find the killer monkey.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

The hotel receptionist glanced at Rumlow and immediately knew that this guy was not a resident of the hotel.

However, the neat dress made the receptionist understand that this guy was not one of those tourists who strayed in.

"I need to issue a mission, but I don't know where to start?"

While Rumlow was speaking, a coin that was universal in mainland hotels appeared in his hand and was spinning at his fingertips.

This coin is universal within the range of the high table, and this coin was also given to him by Dugan.

Otherwise, Rumlow might not even be able to issue a mission.

Although the mission can be issued through those scum in the dark, in order to avoid being discovered by the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., Dugan still asked Rumlow to come in person.

"Then please take the elevator over there."

The receptionist stretched out his hand to point the direction for Rumlow, and then remained silent again.

If it weren't for the coin as evidence, if Rumlow wasn't an outsider, he would never say more.

Anyway, you need to pay a coin tip to enter that place, and Rumlow has already shown the ticket money in his hand.

Rumlow strode in the direction he pointed. It is very normal to carry weapons in this place, so he doesn't have to worry about his guns being taken away during the entrance.

On the way to the elevator, he passed by a guy with long hair and bruises on his face. At this moment, he felt a kind of threatening atmosphere.

Rumlow took a quick look at the other person, and then acted according to his own goals.

"John Wick, interesting."

Rumlow just muttered in his heart. Now he has no time to care about these things. What he has to do is a hundred times more important than observing a legendary killer.

...

Rumlow, who completed the task release, walked out of the Continental Hotel with a relaxed pace. Seeing that the sky began to become drowsy, he felt a little emotional for a moment.

At this time, he should go back to the tavern and continue to discuss the next step with his old instructor.

At the same time, Luke Cage and Matthew Murdoch, who were receiving training at the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, were staying in the stone house.

Luke's coat was full of various damages, and it seemed that his defense helped him.

Matthew had various scratches and a head of curly hair that was burned by fire.

They had just passed the first level of the trial, and at the moment of passing the trial, they all felt that their bodies seemed to have changed a little.

The process of passing the trial secret realm is a process of stimulating the Nephalem blood in the body for the native barbarians, but for these two ordinary humans, they only got a tiny bit of Nephalem blood.

Compared with the gains that a native barbarian can obtain, they did not even get one percent of the total gains.

But that's not important. In this trial, Luke gained valuable fighting experience, and he didn't see any injuries on his body.

Perhaps it was because that group of zombies couldn't even scratch his skin.

Just when he was facing some guys who were obviously not human, he felt that he could use the power of his body freely and intelligently without worrying about killing people.

Then he was pushed to the ground by three zombies, and they touched him.

But this level of damage was nothing compared to the iron rods that fell from time to time.

With just a turn, he escaped from the control of the walking zombies, and then wielded the sword and chopped those guys into two pieces.

Compared to Luke, who had good defense, Matthew's experience was more pitiful.

Facing a whole group of fallen demons, he first endured a miserable chase, and then used simple traps in the secret realm to deal with the ordinary fallen demons wielding claws and wooden clubs.

Then his head was burned by the fireball thrown by the Sinking Demon Wizard.

Just as he was chasing the Sinking Demon Wizard, the Sinking Demons killed by the trap stood up again and continued to chase him.

At this moment Matthew stepped on a loose floor tile and luckily picked up a glove.

Hmm...a glove that's been used for a long time!

Although Matthew didn't know why he loved this glove that was somewhat broken to the touch, it didn't stop him from feeling the power of this glove.

Just after he put on that glove, he had the defense to ignore the attacks of ordinary fallen demons, so he inserted the short stick in his hand into the eye socket of the fallen demon wizard against those messy attacks, and won the victory.

He felt that his body had become about 50% stronger. If he were to meet those black-clothed ninjas before, he would be able to win in just a few breaths.

The important thing is that he can almost ignore the katana in the hands of those ninjas.

"I never thought that old man could send us to this magical place. I am stronger than before!"

Luke waved the war blade in his hand with one hand. Now he can finally swing it with one hand freely when using this heavy weapon...

"Have you ever wondered why he helped us like this?"

Matthew touched the magical glove on his hand, worried.