American comic world demon hunter

"Damn, there's a tnt under my ass"

Dante cursed, and Frank laughed even more.

"A small dose of high-impact force is directed upwards. It is easy for me to make such a bomb, and it is the same for Marken."

Frank smiled and smiled, but gradually stopped laughing.

"I served in the Marine Corps for many years, and Marken and I were in the military together, in a company, in a squad, and even sometimes slept in a bunk bed."

Frank reached into the pocket of his combat vest and pulled out a photo. He showed the photo to Dante. It showed three young men.

"This is the earliest photo of me and Markenberg. I'm in the middle, Markenberg is on the left, and Slade Wilson is on the right."

Frank's tone was filled with suppressed pain.

"Slade disappeared completely after he carried out a secret mission two years ago. He was the first brother to leave me. No matter how I searched, I couldn't find any evidence that he was still alive. You don't know, when Slade How painful it was for me when De's half-brother came to me and asked me about Slade's life and death."

Frank was breathing heavily as he spoke.

"And now, Markembel has also left. He died in humiliation under the conspiracy. He even bore the sin of shooting at civilians before he died. And I, I didn't even protect his widow."

Dante watched quietly as Frank put the photo back on his chest. Dante always felt that he had experienced the feeling of his closest comrade leaving.

"Frank" Dante put his hand on Frank's shoulder: "Let us rescue Marken's widow together, then find out all the conspiracy behind it, kill the mastermind behind it, and avenge Marken."

"certainly"

Frank said firmly, and then he looked at the nearby terrain.

"The premise is that we have to get rid of the police behind us first."

Frank glanced back at Dante.

"Turn left for 170 meters and then turn right to reach a bridge. I will jump into the river after the car gets on the bridge. Is your body okay?"

“Nothing is wrong”

Dante felt his physical condition. The wound was slowly recovering. In about five hours, his injury would be healed.

"Okay," Frank said, throwing a large backpack to Dante with his right hand.

"You help me carry these. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise it would be really difficult for me to handle these weapons."

Dante looked silently at the large backpack on his lap. Without opening the zipper, Dante could imagine how many guns and ammunition there were in the backpack.

"No problem." Dante nodded to Frank: "Is this all there is? Maybe I can bring more. I think your equipment is very complete."

"Of course" Frank said, while looking at Dante with contempt: "I will never bring a long sword to the battlefield like you and use it as a target."

"I'm not a target." Dante retorted weakly: "I'm just not familiar with the mode of war in this world. I don't know much about the internal structure of modern buildings, which makes it impossible for me to judge where the enemy is hiding. At the same time, I don't know you." The performance of the guns used, the enemies I have faced recently are all gunmen, and since I have never used guns, I cannot predict the trajectory of bullets when they are fired at me."

"You're such a nerd," Frank scoffed loudly.

Dante didn't like the word otaku, and he had seen an explanation of the word online.

"I am just a warrior who has been surpassed by the times. Fortunately, I still have a chance to catch up with the times."

"That's true." Frank nodded in agreement: "You are indeed a warrior. You swing your sword very fast, and your physical fitness is surprisingly good. Your ability to endure pain is better than mine. If you and I start a fight within three meters, I basically have no chance of winning.”

Frank said while controlling the steering wheel with his left hand. He first extended his legs to the passenger seat, and then moved his entire body over.

"But now is the era of guns. As long as you open the distance to ten or twenty meters, and I am fully armed, every inch of your skin will be covered with bullets."

After Frank finished speaking, he ignored Dante's increasingly pale face and laughed arrogantly.

After laughing twice, Frank turned to look at Dante, or in other words, he was actually looking at the policeman chasing behind the car.

"Jump"

Frank instantly opened the car door and jumped out. He lightly used his right leg on the guardrail of the bridge, and then fell freely downwards with his back to the river. When he saw that Dante had jumped further than himself without using any force, he was filled with emotion. A little envious, but he couldn't be envious for too long because he had to detonate the explosives in the car.

"puff"

Dante fell into the water. The sudden huge force of entering the water made Dante a little sad. The wounds all over his body were stretched a lot at this moment. Dante couldn't help but feel like a pig filled with water.

Can't think like that, Dante said to himself in his mind.

Then Dante kicked his legs hard and hit the water, and finally surfaced four seconds later.

"Here"

Frank greeted Dante not far away, and then Dante discovered that Frank had already prepared a motorboat under the bridge.

Frank swam to the motorboat, started the motorboat and came to Dante, picked up the white Dante and threw him behind him.

"I hope you still have the strength to hold me tight, I'm going to speed up."

After Frank finished speaking, the motorboat accelerated instantly, and in a blink of an eye, a white line appeared, leaving the policemen on the bridge stunned.

Dante looked back one last time and saw what he had just seen

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The car he was riding in had already exploded. He thought to himself, it turned out that there was no so-called directional TNT under his butt. This bomb was not prepared for him at all.

Dante vaguely understood the reason why Frank invited him to join. I am afraid that when he and Chas visited the Marken house, Frank was watching him somewhere.

Dante then thought about it, and maybe there was an explanation for why he was attacked. Frank raided the Hunter Gang branch last night. The Hunter Gang would definitely not give up. It was inevitable that they would send out all the gang members to try to find Frank.

At this time, where will the Hunter Gang look?

The first choice was naturally Markabel’s house.

But there is still one thing that Dante still can't figure out. No matter what, the Hunter Gang shouldn't list him as a must-kill target just because he appears in their surveillance range.

However, the thing may be like this. The group of police officers who drove him into the Kingdom of Death in the restaurant may be fake hunters. Maybe among the people monitoring the Marken family today, who has witnessed his death? Tell the news of his resurrection to the people who can make the decision.

But all of this is just a possibility. These are all Dante's guesses, and guesses must not be regarded as intelligence.

There are even many doubts about Frank Custer, but Dante is still wary of him.

However, Dante agrees with Frank's idea. Within three meters, Frank will never be able to withstand his own sword. So, isn't what Dante is doing now to get close to him?

On the other hand, at the scene of a chaotic car accident and gunfight, Chas's body was being lifted out of the driver's seat. Because the car accident occurred at an intersection, the driverless Jeep happened to hit the driver's seat, which allowed the police to take out the remains of Chas's body. Work has become much more difficult.

However, they finally carried Chas out.

Chas looked terrible. His entire neck was cut by the broken glass, and the left half of his body was shattered by the direct impact. Anyone with a clear eye could see that Chas was dead, so they surrounded Chas at this time. Sri Lanka is a forensic doctor.

The poor forensic doctor is just a young man who has just started working. When he was in college, he would never have thought that a top student from a medical university would become a forensic doctor. But today, he still would not have thought that he would lose his job due to a mental disorder on the first day of work. Work.

When the poor forensic doctor was carefully observing Chas' body, Chas twitched violently, and then began to swallow big mouthfuls of air.

Chase lay flat on his back to calm down, and then he quickly reached out and grabbed the medical examiner's arm.

"where am I"

Chase asked, but the medical examiner didn't answer.

"Duang"

The medical examiner fainted.

Regardless of the size of the forensic doctor's psychological shadow at this time, Chas just hoped that he could leave smoothly, because countless pairs of eyes around him were already looking at him.

Chas pretended to be dizzy and staggered towards the edge of the crowd, but he was stopped before he took ten steps.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, here's my ID"

Chase watched the middle-aged man with a gentle face put his ID in front of him.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency" Chase muttered out.

Colson heard Chas's words and nodded to Chas with a smile: "This name is really long and ugly. It seems that you and I have initially agreed on the same idea." Colson stretched out his hand to guide Chas, while using a He said in a rather cheerful tone: "This is a good thing, don't you think so."

Just like that, Chas stepped onto the black Hummer. It wasn't that Chas didn't want to use magic to help him. First, there were too many police officers nearby, and Chas couldn't use an illusion to blind everyone; second, Chas had just After resurrection, his spirit is still a little unstable. This mental state is very unfavorable for casting spells; thirdly, Chas is a dabbler in the path of magic.

In the Humvee, Coulson still had a smile on his face, but Chase couldn't smile. After all, on the left and right sides of Chase and Coulson on the opposite side, there were burly men with loaded guns sitting around him.

"Chaskrama"

Coulson looked at the portable computer in his hand and slowly read out Chas's life, resume, and detailed information about Chas' family, but mid-sentence, he suddenly put the computer aside.

"Actually, I don't really like this way of talking." Colson explained: "This kind of behavior that blindly piles pressure on you makes me feel like I am a bad person."

Coulson took out cigarettes from the pocket of the agent next to him, took out one and handed it to Chase.

"Do you smoke?"

Chas always lowered his head, and it wasn't until Colson handed him a cigarette that Chas turned his eyes upward to look at Colson.

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

"We lost a body the night before yesterday. However, not long ago, the body got out of your car intact and had a conflict with seven well-equipped mercenaries ambushing in three directions. .”

Coulson clapped his hands lightly on his own knees.

"I have always believed that Captain America is the only human being with extraordinary power in the world. However, now I have to admit that I have found another one. The only good news is that I found a guy who is willing to help others."

Coulson put the cigarette into Chas's mouth and silently lit it.

"I hope you can take the time to talk to your friend who has come back from the dead, and I hope you can explain to him that the first thing we want is to work with him and provide him with protection, because the record of his resurrection has not only been When one person sees it, all the ambitious people who learn the news will be attracted to him spontaneously. Those are not kind people. If he neither cooperates nor accepts our protection, then we will still protect him, but The method of protection will be a little extreme, that’s all.”