American comic world demon hunter

After leaving the river, Frank led Dante to an ordinary apartment.

"It's really troublesome to take you with me. I changed two safe houses to barely guarantee that we won't be discovered."

As soon as Frank entered the room, he immediately kicked off his soaked boots, then took off his wet, smelly socks and threw them into the unlit fireplace.

"You still have a lot of blood stains on your body. Go and take a shower quickly. There are clothes in the closet in the back room, with many styles, and they are all new. After you take a shower, you can change them yourself when you feel that you are almost recovered."

Frank quickly stripped himself naked, then swung his clothes and sat directly on the sofa.

"I need to take a fucking rest. I haven't slept since yesterday afternoon. How long will it take for you to recover from your injury?"

"About four hours," Dante replied.

Frank raised his wrist and checked the time.

"It is now eleven twenty. I will set the alarm clock for three o'clock. After three o'clock, I will take you to the shooting range. There is enough space for you to train there. Now I have to rest. You can do it yourself."

Frank is very decisive when sleeping. If you think you can sneak up on him while he is sleeping, then when you do it, you will find that he is more decisive when he wakes up.

Dante took one last look at Frank, who was sleeping on the sofa without a trace, but still holding a gun and a dagger in his hand, and nodded silently.

Dante can see that this Frank is not only good at marksmanship, but his fighting skills are also good. The calluses on his palms are caused by guns, and the calluses on the skin of his finger bones are left by boxing. As for his shoulders, The calluses on the shoulder sockets are probably the sequelae of using rifles and sniper rifles.

Looking at the calluses and scars on Frank's body, Dante was a little envious. He also had the medals of these men on his body, but after acquiring divinity, those scars disappeared.

Dante walked gently into the bathroom, washed away the blood stains on his body with warm water, and wrapped himself in a bath towel. Then he walked to the back room and sat on the bed to rest.

Rest can speed up Dante's recovery, not to mention that Dante didn't sleep all night last night.

"buzzing"

The alarm clock rang, and Frank stopped it the moment it rang.

"Damn, how did you get close to me?" Frank, who had just woken up, was really shocked when he saw Dante in front of him.

It turned out that Dante had woken up from his sleep a few minutes ago. He first selected clothes from the wardrobe. Dante chose a pair of ordinary trousers, a pair of brown high-top calfskin pointed boots, a white shirt, and a black suit. A vest, an agent holster, and a long black trench coat on top. To be honest, Dante has a soft spot for trench coats.

Because his neck was too seriously injured before, Dante found a dark purple neck collar to cover his neck, which had not fully recovered.

After being fully armed, Dante came to the living room, tiptoed without making a sound, and used his divinity to cover his breath, and came to the opposite side of the sofa where Frank was sitting.

Whispering, he picked out the two most beautiful-looking guns from the weapons bag on the coffee table, commonly known as the Desert Eagle. Dante held them in his hands and studied them for a while. After finding the trigger safety and magazine, The two guns were inserted into the holsters on the waist.

After that, Dante picked up another A1 and played with it twice with interest.

To be honest, these exquisite firearms made a very good impression on Dante, not only because they have a more beautiful shape than crossbows, but also because they caused great damage to Dante.

As a result, when Frank woke up, the first thing he saw was Dante sitting opposite him, pointing a rifle at him.

"Dante" Frank almost jumped up in fright: "How did you sit so close to me? Why don't I feel anything? This is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible." Dante smiled: "I just walked over, sat down, and got close like this."

Frank rolled his eyes speechlessly, and then walked to the bathroom without saying a word.

Three minutes later, Frank, wearing a black suit, walked out of the back room.

"Because you chose such a formal outfit, I can only match your dressing style so that the two of us will not attract too much attention."

Frank explained quickly, and at the same time, he opened the back door of the apartment and led Dante through the back door to the garage. There were only two cars in the garage, a Jeep and a Porsche.

Frank pointed to the garage and said to Dante: "There is one car for each person. You choose first. By the way, can you drive?"

“It’s time to learn now”

Although Dante doesn't know why Frank needs to drive himself, Dante doesn't think he can't drive this thing. After all, after watching Chas drive for so long, Dante has already gained a certain understanding of driving skills with his understanding. learn.

As he spoke, Dante walked towards Jeep.

Seeing Dante walking towards Jeep, Frank frowned and finally couldn't help but say something.

"You should drive the Porsche, and leave the Jeep to me." After Frank finished speaking, he rushed towards the Jeep without changing his expression, and muttered in a low voice: "Who knew you, a guy who wears a suit and dyes his hair, don't like sports cars?"

"Okay then, I can drive anything. I just think this jeep is more suitable for men."

Dante shrugged as he said that. After walking into the Porsche, Dante tried to ignite the car and put it into gear, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel.

"It's nothing rare," Dante shouted to Frank from the driver's seat.

"Okay then, follow me. It will probably take us more than an hour to drive there. The shooting range is in the suburbs."

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Frank led the way, and Dante followed. Although Dante had some minor problems at first when turning corners, gradually Dante became more like a driver.

"This thing is good, really good."

I patted the steering wheel, felt the seat, and touched the gear up and down.

"I'll buy one if I get a chance. Constantine and Chas's old car is too old."

Thinking of Chas, Dante fell silent. This morning, the two of them had breakfast together and talked about what they should do in the afternoon, but by now, I'm afraid Chas has passed away.

In a daze, Dante saw Frank driving the car into an underground parking lot. After Dante followed, he parked the car next to Frank. Since it was Dante's first time parking, Frank probably wouldn't mind if he took up two parking lots. Parking space.

"This is an underground air raid shelter converted into a mercenary training ground. It was abandoned three years ago, and then my friend bought it and turned it into a shooting training ground."

Frank walked beside Dante and introduced him to Dante in a low voice.

"Wow wow wow wow wow." A hip-hop black man wearing a large white T-shirt, wearing three large gold chains, six gold bracelets, and fourteen gold rings came to Frank.

"It's been a long time, Frank Custer. What brought you to Atlanta?"

"Pique" Frank patted Dante's arm: "No need to hide anything, this is my friend Dante. Dante, this is Pique, my old comrade. I borrow all my weapons from him." of"

Frank introduced the two to each other.

"I remember it was this white-haired guy who killed Marken. Frank, I need an explanation."

Pique seemed to become very angry. He did not say hello or shake hands with Dante, but just pulled Frank away.

"Dante, follow me." Frank turned around and called Dante first, and then explained to Pique in a low voice: "Pique, you know, I hope people like us can die on the battlefield, and Marken will be killed. He took hallucinogenic poison and shot two diners to death in public, and injured five more. If I were at the scene, I would have given Marken a simple death, lest he live to bear the sins that should not be his."

After speaking, Frank pointed at Dante casually.

"This kid went to Marken's house with dollars this morning, but he was blocked at a crossroads by mercenaries hired by the Hunter Gang. I rescued him, but I have also avenged Marken."

"That's right." Dante pulled down the collar he was wearing and showed his incompletely healed scars to Pique: "Damn Frank almost exploded my head."

Piqué glanced at the scar, blinked suddenly, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Damn mutants," Piqué cursed under his breath.

"Hey Pike, respect our comrades. Tonight, Dante will join us in attacking the Hunter Gang's headquarters and their remaining stronghold. The most important thing is that Dante is not a mutant." Frank said this and turned around Asked Dante: "Really?"

Dante shrugged. He was not familiar with Frank, so he was naturally unwilling to pay attention to Pique, who had only met for the first time and had no good impression of him.

Hearing Frank's words, Pique nodded, and then opened his own secret door.

Inside the secret door is a hall, or in other words, it is more like a training ground. There are about thirty people in the field, all young and strong men.

"Boss, are you the comrade you mentioned who can run a horse on his arms and drive a car on his legs?"

A strong white man who seemed to be the leader of a group of men walked up to Peake. He first bumped fists with Peake, and then hugged Frank.

"Hi, I'm the Ma boy who has been with the boss for the longest time. Just call me Daji"

"Okay, big plane, I'm Frank"

After the two hugged, the big plane looked at Dante who was expressionless.

"Hey, I've seen you. You're that silver-haired angel on the Internet. Didn't you already die at the Mexican restaurant?" Big Plane recognized Dante, and his expression became angry: "You are actually a liar."

"Not really." Dante reluctantly showed the wound again to a group of indignant men.

"clap clap"

The one who clapped was Frank. After he drew everyone's attention to himself, he said it loudly.

"You guys, if you can show up here, you must know what we're doing at night," Frank shouted.

"yes"

"Kill those idiot hunters, the prices for girls in the Southern District must be reduced."

"The ice on the market is getting more and more expensive, fuck those sons of bitches"

A group of burly men shouted various slogans. This scene was really exciting. Dante looked at the scene in front of him. He knew that any kind of regular army in the world was more effective than this group of gangsters. However, only This kind of dissolute and passionate warrior is closer to the warrior in Dante's impression.

"Okay, be quiet." Frank yelled to stop everyone, and then pulled Dante to his side: "This is my friend, Dante Nephilim. He is an expert in hand-to-hand combat and melee weapons, but he is also a useless person. The chick who let go of the gun"

"Hahaha" a group of people burst into laughter.

"Quiet, from now until nine o'clock in the evening, you can freely ask him for fighting skills, and then teach him how a real man should ejaculate."

"Fake right"

Dante only had time to curse, and then he was surrounded by a group of big men.