Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 332

"Wake up from the dim world, I hope this world is still worthy of your trust!"

Bulkasso stood in front of the Nephalem stele, chanting softly.

It wasn't some kind of spell, it was just a gesture of greeting to wake up an ancient Nephalem ghost.

How to say hello to an ancient Nephalem ghost?

Even changing it to "Have you eaten?" can have the same effect, but it doesn't seem very solemn.

Just to say hello, but this place needs to be a little more serious.

As Bourkesso's voice fell, a solitary, distinctive stone pillar gently radiated light.

Then a dancing soul appeared little by little.

"Man, it seems like I haven't seen you for a while."

Orek, the name of the Nephalem ghost.

No one knew what occupation this Nephalem ghost was and where he was born.

When Orek first woke up, he said this:

"Only the most powerful Nephalem can enter these secret realms, and only they can wake me from my slumber."

"I was silent in the dark for years until you came. But you are different from your ancestors, right?"

Who was the first guy to awaken the soul of Orek?

Anyway, Burkeseau knew that at that time he was far from being called "the most powerful".

Even if he was strong enough at the time.

Orek's words seemed very close, but the cold tone in his voice didn't mean any closeness.

"Orek, you still don't want to tell me, who woke you up then?"

Burkeseau said, quietly looking at Orek in front of him.

The illusory soul did not change in the slightest under the power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.

Orek is not a barbarian, but he may be more ancient.

Of course, Burkesso didn't wake up Orek's soul for boredom. He needed the help of a soul, and Orek was the way to get in touch with that guy.

"Burgessau, why are you always curious about this question? Can't the secret realm to hone your skills let you dispel that idea?"

The secret realm mastered by Orek is not the only choice in the holy mountain of Harrogath.

But in the end it was a little different.

The secret realm he masters represents more exquisite combat techniques and more powerful enemies.

But for Bourkessel's question, Orek obviously didn't intend to give more answers.

But the answer to this question, Burkeseau will know.

Even in some savage way!

"Orek, we can also open the secret realm, and now I have the qualifications to know all that. Moreover, we have never been stingy like you, you have always only shown the secret realm to those strong enough Nephalem. "

Burkesso's tone was full of dissatisfaction, his eyes fixed on Orek.

With his body tense, he seemed to wave the weapon in his hand in the next moment and smash it down on Orek's head.

Gossip is almost over!

"I know, I saw you send those weak little guys who are not even ants into the secret realm, watched them overcome their shortcomings, and then walked out of here with joy."

Orek looked directly into Bourkesso's eyes, and the next moment, a strong emotion flashed in his eyes.

The secrets mastered by the barbarians on the holy mountain of Harrogath did not escape Orek's perception.

"However, what you are doing is wrong! Do you think that everything in the secret realm is inferior to the real big demon? Of course not, the shadows of those demons are even stronger than the body of those demons. It's just that the secret realm is a place for training after all."

Orek is still talking about him, trying to take the previous problem over.

"Jotun Cooler?"

Burkeseau said the name directly.

Who was the one who awakened Orek, Bourkesso had already guessed.

Only Jotun Kuller could be called the most powerful Nephalem at that time.

Jotun Kuller is a very wise Nephalem. He is a mage and a unique being who integrates blood and knowledge.

Jotun Kuller is definitely not a bad person, he just wants to wake up human beings by any means and make Nephalem become a **** above angels and demons.

For this reason, Horadrim racked his brains and tried his best to dismember him, seal him, and hide him in various secret realms.

Why did the Horadrim struggle to deal with a powerful Nephalem?

After summoning Jotun Kuller, he will tell those Nephalem the truth about many things.

When wandering around the shelter, many people tell Bourkesso what to do.

Whether it's killing demons, or going somewhere to save someone.

But only Jotun Kuhler kept giving his advice, but he always acted bitter and mean.

Just as Jotun Kuller told Bourkessel, the Nephalem is just being used by them, and each of them has their own purpose.

"You can keep guessing, keep looking. But you won't get the answer from my mouth."

Burkessel looked at Orek in front of him, his body was trembling constantly.

He felt that he was close to the truth!

Jotun Kuller is a super nephalem with infinite wisdom and powerful mana!

But when he was dealt with, he was very fragile.

Not to mention that Bulkessel didn't use all his strength at that time, even Cormac was wondering how could an existence that was rendered comparable to the Seven Demon Kings be so vulnerable?

Is this just because he has just been resurrected?

There is indeed a connection between Jotun Kuller and Orek! That's the most important thing!

"What is Jotun Kuller's purpose? What is the connection between him and Rasma?"

Burkeseau asked.

This is not a question that Orek never mentions, and Orek is probably the one who knows these things best.

At least Volusk and Recco couldn't answer that question.

Jotun Kuller will exist before that Kanai!

Even now, no one would think that Jotun Kuller is gone!

"Didn't you already know his purpose? To make Nephalem a god, above angels and demons."

Orek spoke calmly, as if telling a story.

"That's all?"

Burkeseau was a little skeptical.

This is less like a conspiracy, more like a grand wish.

But just for that, Jotun Kuller won't be sealed after being cut up at all!

"That's all? How do you describe it this time? That's against the will of the higher heavens, and the root cause of the evil king of hell."

Orek looked at Burkesso with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes Bourkessel is still a young man who is not mature at all, and he will not look at those things with the eyes of an "adult" at all.

"I am the winner and their leader. Now I have such strength!"

Bourkessel limited his power to a narrow enough range and displayed it without reservation.

He is showing his present power to the ghost of the ancient Nephalem who has been sleeping for a long time.

Destroyed the souls of Azmodan and Duriel! Absorbed the personality of the Archangel of Courage!

From the battle, I got the spoils of devouring, and I got the gift of time!

Burkessel is already the strongest, and now is the time to let Orek, the real old guy, understand this!

"Now, am I qualified?" ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Burkeseau used his aura to wash away the illusory soul in front of him, saying word by word!

Bourkessel needed more truth, and hoped that Jotun Kuller, who did not know where to hide his soul, would appear and bring more news.

"Perhaps, you are already the most powerful, but are you still a Nephalem? Bulkasso?"

There was some sarcasm in Orek's voice.

A being with a body mixed with various powers, is it still a Nephalem?

This kind of question is not something that Bourkesso would consider.

What he is and what he is not, this kind of thing is determined by his own will!

"You shouldn't ask such a question when you call me Bourkessel. Now, let me ask you one last question, where is Jotun Kuller!?"

Burkesso's hand was already on the weapon at his waist.

A soul can be killed.

And that moment represents the freedom of the soul!

Whether it is good or evil!

Just like sunshine, whether it is good or evil, it will fall on people!

"I said before that in time you will understand! Now, do you understand? Bourkesso?"

Behind Orek, there was a gentle glow from the upright Nephalem stele.

A golden-yellow portal slowly revolved from a few golden lights, and appeared in front of Bulkesso.

The soul of a tall mage passed through the portal little by little, and bursts of indescribable aura were spreading over the entire Harrogath Holy Mountain.

That mage came here with the mana strong enough to disperse everything and the power brought by profound knowledge!

Only when he was heavily smashed by him with a staff can he truly feel the weight of knowledge!

"Jotun Kuller! How long are you going to hide me? Is it the day when I turn into a soul and reside on the holy mountain of Harrogath?"

Bourkessel pulled out the weapon from his waist, and pointed the blade directly at Jotun Kuller's eyes.

But Jotun Kuhler still said in that frivolous and annoying tone:

"No no no! Burkesso. You have to know that a soul so mutilated and almost split in two as yours is impossible to appear on the holy mountain of Harrogath."

Jotun Kuller swayed and closed the portal on the Nephalem stele.

Without stopping, he walked towards Bourkesso, who was in front of him, even though the sharp point of the knife was in front of him!

As Jotun Kuller advanced, the weapon stained with an unknown amount of demon blood turned into gravel little by little and dissipated in front of Jotun Kuller.

When Jotun Kuller stood in front of Bourkesso, the weapon completely dissipated.

"An interesting trick, you seem to have known that I would choose to appear? Bourcasso?"

Jotun Kuller looked at Bourkessel and said with a smile.

That weapon is not a legend, just a long sword that can be seen everywhere.

If it was something precious, even Jotun Kuller wouldn't easily turn that weapon into a handful of gravel.

Although there was a doubtful taste in his tone, Burkeseau and he knew very well, that's it.

"Then, Nephalem, who knows a lot but is only vague, and can be called the great Jotun Kuller, do you plan to give me any new advice now?"

Burkeseau said with a sarcastic tone to Jotun Kuller in front of him.

Jotun Kuller reminded Burkesso countless times, or reminded all the Nephalem countless times!

"Watch out for that witch and archangel.

You have no idea who the girl next to you is.

I used to have many titles, but only no liar. "

Jotun Kuller told Bourkessel very early that Adria was in danger and reminded Leah of her identity!

Even saying that he has never been called a liar to warn him!

As for being careful with the archangel, Bourkesso has not experienced anything related.

If anything, it was probably the moment when Tyrael detonated the World Stone!

"Huh? Let me think about it."

Jotun Kuller raised his hand and squeezed his chin, speaking slowly, as if he was thinking.

"Join me, as long as we unite, we can rule all mankind? How about this sentence?"

Jotun Kuhler said with a meaningful smile on his face.

"You still haven't given up your ambitions? You can't even be resurrected now. Your body and your blood have long since come to this world with us to say goodbye to you forever."

Burkeseau frowned, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Rule the world?

No hero in the Nephalem had ever thought of it this way.

That was arrogant and arrogant.

Bourkessel knew that Jotun Kuller had other things to say.

"So, how about making this world the home of the Nephalem? Or are you going to listen to the new words I've come up with over a long period of time to mock a guy like you?"

Jotun Kuehler said casually.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he stuffed Orek's soul into the Nephalem stone pillar.

"Jotun Kuller, let's get down to business! I want to open a big enough secret realm, and let the high-level heaven and the burning **** enter the game together! Then take a more critical step!

Now I need your and Orek's help! Of course I will do it whether or not yours will help me! "

Burkeseau finally became serious looking at Jotun Kuller in front of him.

The power on his body was like a tide rushing towards Jotun Kuller in front of him.

"Of course, why not? That's what you want, isn't it?"

Jotun Kuhler's words made the blood vessels in Bourkesoe's forehead burst.

For him, this sentence is comparable to the sentence "This thing is good, can I get it back?" said by the merchant in Karada who bought the lucky bag with blood rock fragments.

This is a mockery for every Nephalem who has ever fought in the Rift!

"You have several days to think and understand the world. The next time I ask you, I hope you can give me the answer I want."

Burkeseau finally gave Jotun Kuller a deep look, and then threw a stone in his hand to Jotun Kuller.

There is the foundation of this secret realm, a bearer of part of Tyrael's will.

"It's really interesting, give me time to understand the world? You want me to make a plan for the world, right?"

Jotun Kuller silently put away the stone, and the corner of his mocking mouth finally fell.

Jotun Kuller, after all, is just a loser in pursuit of power.

No matter how much knowledge and infinite mana he possesses, he still fails.

Without the chance to be resurrected, how could he still have the qualifications for Bourkesso to join his plan?

A ghost, wandering alone in this world.

Only Bourkesso, a kin who seems to be beyond the scope of the Nephalem, has enough power to help him, as for Johanna.

Jotun Kuehler twitched the corners of his mouth, not intending to continue his evaluation.

A Crusader who pinned all his strength and spirit on a set of legends, even if he took a powerful step in the footsteps of Bourkesou, he still could not get rid of that innate cage.

At the foot of the holy mountain, Leah's figure is walking step by step.

She didn't take the Heavenly Hammer with her, so every step was a little difficult.

The power of original sin was bestowed by Diablo himself, and Leah was powerless to resist her other father.

Even if the soul is noble, what can it do?

Without power, all the sublime can only be remembered.

Leia, whose will was shrouded in Diablo, was manipulated like a marionette.

Since she was born, she has been walking on an established path.

never freed.

"He~"

Leah's throat made a sound similar to the sound of an old-fashioned blower.

She hasn't spoken for too long.

Wanting to talk has also become an unfamiliar experience for her.

"Hi, girl. What's the matter with you?"

A gypsy woman driving a car with her three or four-year-old child stopped beside Leah.

With some vigilance, but cautious care can be heard in his voice.

The woman's name is Nadya, and her child's name is Danny.

There is no other name.

This woman had an accident a few days ago.

His own son developed an abnormally high fever.

Then fell into a coma.

What can a poor gypsy woman do?

After a series of unrighteous methods, she got a lot of money, but she still couldn't make her son wake up.

This car was obtained by her disgraceful means on the road, and they had to rely on this means of transportation to go to their next destination.

Leah is her target, and she disguises a kind image.

The purpose is to get some property from Leah to get through this difficult journey.

"He~ I~ I need some help."

Under Diablo's manipulation, Leah's body uttered a sentence with difficulty.

Then she turned her dark eyes to Nadya and her son.

These two were not ordinary people. Diablo felt a familiar smell on the sleeping child.

It was from his brother Mephisto!

Although it was only a trace of smell, there was no consciousness at all.

But Diablo was still interested.

Of course he knew that his brother had turned into a pure source and power in the hands of another brother and became the property of others.

But curiosity has nothing to do with that.

"Well, we can send you to the nearest city, just..."

When Nadya looked at Leah, she instinctively felt danger.

But there are a lot of dangerous things. Everything she did in her past life was to dance on the edge of danger.

Nadya is used to this feeling.

In particular, Leah doesn't seem to have the slightest sense of power from her appearance.

Nadya could only take the uneasiness in her heart as her own illusion.

People like her have done innumerable deeds. Although there is no serious evil, they have nothing to do with kindness.

"Then, thank you, I will pay you."

Leah stammered.

This also fits Nadya's mind.

As for where to go after getting in the car?

That can't be an ordinary person like Nadya.

Leah gently opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Then frowned.

Soul Eater Johnny Blaze was coming in this direction, which made Leia a little unhappy.

Even though Johnny lost that part of Zatanus' power, he still had an obsession with Mephisto who gave him the power of Ghost Rider.

And there is a strong connection between this woman named Nadya and that child named Danny and Mephisto, the monarch of hell.

Danny is the child of the devil, and Nadya used her body to exchange her life from the devil.

However, the **** monarch was sent to Constantine by the demon **** who occupied **** a few days ago.

At this time, Danny was fighting the broken demon's soul in his own consciousness.

This is an unequal battle. If it wasn't for the circumstances at the time, the demon's soul was beaten to a few pieces, and a child would not have been able to persist in the demon's hands for such a long time.

Now Johnny is coming.

And Lia, as the original sin, will not let a mere Soul Eater disturb her plan!

After she got into the car, a burst of dark power spread out, turning the car into a cage of fear.

After blocking all this, Leah looked at Nadya with her dark eyes.

"Go to that mountain!"

Leah has become accustomed to the feeling of speaking, and these words cannot be rejected.

Nadya already understood that she was in trouble, and she was good at judging the situation and drove the car according to Leah's instructions without saying a word. First release www.(x81zw)m./x81zw/

Leah is going to board Harrogath!

Diablo wanted to see if Burkesso could still make that choice when facing Leia's soul.

When he beheaded Leah's body, Bulkesso's regretful murmur still lingered in his mind.

This time, can Burkesso still unswervingly wield his weapon?

This is Leia's last chance for redemption. If her soul is broken, everything will be a foregone conclusion!

In the direction the car came from, Johnny the Soul Eater lost track of Danny!

A skull head kept spinning in all directions, trying to find a little clue.

But this is impossible!

The power of original sin is not on the same level as the power of Soul Eater at all!

But he found something more interesting!

That direction is New York!

Where is S.H.I.E.L.D.!

"Ms. Liz Salman, are you satisfied now?"

Nick Fury looked at Lizi with a dark face, and beside him was the Hellboy who had just been pushed out of the laboratory.

"Boy!"

Lizi didn't respond to Nick Fury. He didn't even pay attention to Dugan, who was smoking a cigar, and fell directly into Hellboy's arms!

"Cough! Lizi, what's wrong with me?"

Hellboy was awakened by this attack.

Even if an ordinary person undergoes surgery, it is impossible to wake up in a short period of time.

But the blood of the half-demon gave Hellboy a stronger physique, and he woke up.

The painful memory in my mind is recovering little by little!

"Damn it! Ghost Rider!"

The double horns on Hellboy's head returned to their original appearance in an instant, and the flames of **** were burning!

The **** monarch who has power in **** has become Baal's nourishment at this time. Those insignificant fragments of authority are meaningless to pure Baal.

So all the pieces without a master are now gathering towards Hellboy who inherited the bloodline of the **** monarch!

"Ghost Rider? You mean Johnny Blaze?"

Nick Fury asked directly, completely ignoring the rising temperature on Hellboy's body.

His voice seemed to have a calming power.

After Hellboy's eyes flashed golden for a while, he regained his consciousness.

That's King Arthur's bloodline helping him.

Half-demon is also half-human, and human blood comes from a legendary king.

At this time, he began to slowly adapt to his sudden strength.

"That guy was hit with a hammer and slaughtered us in the next moment! Not with that damned eye of judgment, but with ominous black flames that blasted everyone he could see. Burned to ashes!"

Hellboy said with deep hatred.

The power in his body spread unconsciously to the surroundings, and everyone thought of the person they hated the most at this time.

That is the authority of **** at work!

"Anu!"

Nick Fury called out the name of Hellboy, making the big guy forcibly calm down.

At this time, in a secret place that no one knew about, the forehead of Nick Fury's deity had already seen sweat.

Nick Fury is a battle-hardened warrior, and his will is strong enough!

"I received a gift from hell? This is not a gift, but a relic?"

Hellboy finally noticed the changes in his body and shouted in horror!

Hell has been squeezed out of all nutrients by the burning hell!

The **** of this world is dead!

Only the lifeless wreckage remains in place, setting off the sins of burning hell!

"What did you say?"

Nick Fury couldn't believe it.

He finally believed in the existence of **** and heaven. At this time, someone actually said that **** left relics?

"Hell also dies?"

Dugan spoke slowly with an attitude of nothing to do with himself.

Whether **** exists or not is meaningless to him.

Veterans don't care about where they will end up after death, that's not something they should think about now.

"I think we probably need some professional help."

Nick Fury muttered to himself.

Then I felt a headache.

Where can he find a guy who can go to **** to find out the truth?

So he turned his attention to Hellboy who was hugging Lizi in front of him.

"Boy, don't think about that. What we should do is revenge!"

Lizi grabbed Hellboy's burning horn, and ignoring the high temperature, she broke his head over and looked at her.

The emotional excitement made Li Zi's body burst into flames.

Fortunately, she was still trying her best to control her emotions and didn't let the flames completely turn SHIELD into the past.

"The power of Ghost Rider is terrifying, Liz. Can you understand how I feel? My body is shaking, I'm terrified!"

Hellboy said with some disbelief.

Even though he realized that his power was already higher than that of the Ghost Rider, he still couldn't contain the fear that filled his whole body!

"You won't be afraid. No matter what kind of terrible enemy you faced back then, you have never been afraid!"

Lizi put her nose on the bridge of Hellboy's nose.

There is no obstacle other than the eyelashes between the eyes.

The high temperature on Hellboy began to subside little by little!

At this time, he is the **** of this world!

He is already qualified to master all the power in his body!

At least there is no problem in transforming into a normal human appearance.

The power of the **** monarchs such as Satannis, Nightmare, and Prince Lucifer have all turned into a part of their authority and integrated into the body of Hellboy.

At this time, he was no longer that insignificant baron.

He is the seed itself that reappeared in hell!

Even though he is still more comfortable with the title Hellboy.

This is at least better than Hell Seeds.

"It's an honor, Lizi, you have never commented on me positively."

The red skin on Hellboy's body faded little by little, and his huge body shrank little by little.

Even the indestructible giant stone hand has become the size of a normal human.

The horns on the head were tightly attached to the scalp, and then extended towards the back of the head.

The growing hair hides the horns in it. At this time, Hellboy still maintains a face similar to the original one.

But from the looks of it, he's already a human.

Just wear leather gloves to hide the stone hands.

"As long as pain doesn't make people crazy, it will bring growth."

Dugan took off the cigar from his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Now, let's find some helpers, we need more power."

A sly light flashed in Hellboy's eyes.

After inheriting the fragments of those **** monarchs, he grew up not only in strength!

"So, who are you going to ask for help?"

Nick Fury looked at Hellboy in front of him and said in a hopeful tone.

"Captain America, and the savages who fought together in London at the time. They are strong enough, and they are worth relying on!"

Hellboy said without hesitation, and by the way hugged Lizi tightly in his arms.

A human can't accept a half-demon alien as a companion, not because one of them is a monster.

But because there is no way to walk the streets together, no way to walk through the jewelry store holding hands, no way to enjoy the sweetness of shopping in the clothes store.

Even the two monsters can't enjoy lunch or dinner in any restaurant.

Now, the couple can appear anywhere.

Now Hellboy can solve Lizi's power that goes out of control with her emotions!

There is no other obstacle between the lovers, only a common enemy stands in front!

"Our wedding, are you coming? The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the leader of the Roaring Commando?"

Hellboy spoke to Nick Fury and Dugan with grace.

"Our wedding has lost my father's participation, but I don't want our wedding to have no guests."

Hellboy pressed Lizi's head into his arms and said softly.

He and Lizi were the only ones left in BPRD.

Two lonely monsters can't be alone forever.

"I will make time to go. The SHIELD plane can take off at any time."

Nick Fury turned around and left the passage outside the laboratory.

Then, at a corner, Agent Hill, who was recording the conversation, was taken away from the scene.

"Director, your actions violated the guidelines."

Agent Hill said mercilessly.

"Then will you tell the Security Council about this?"

Nick Fury said without looking back.

"Only this one time."

After Agent Hill finished speaking, he went to arrange the plane neatly.

Hellboy is dead, and Liz Salman is under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is how Hilter reports to the Security Council on its work.

Hell's Kitchen is always more lively than other places at night.

Especially since they picked up some weird rings.

Following the color of the ring, these street scumbags spontaneously divided into two groups, and then started to fight.

Every killed person will turn into a ray of light and fly towards the hands of the person who killed him.

The chaos between the gangs has turned into a pot of porridge.

And Frank, who just got his wife and daughter from death, is enjoying the warmth of home after a long absence.

Even though the ring in his hand has begun to remind him constantly.

How could the apostle of death get rid of death's crazy revenge on life in the world?

Frank suppressed the trembling of his arms and ate the soup that his wife brought to his mouth with a spoon with a smile.

Jill looked at this warm home with an innocent smile.

The family is happy, but the sadness that cannot be erased is still spreading quietly.

The gift of death is a mockery.

The living and the dead are in the same room, and the grief under that love will only make Frank's determination stronger.

He wants to become stronger, and the strong can replace death!

He couldn't bear that his family would be dragged into that country by death as soon as he opened his eyes one day, and he couldn't accept that he couldn't feel the slightest warmth on the faces of his wife and daughter.

"Jingle Bell~"

Frank's phone rang, but he hung up without even looking at it.

Then continue to enjoy the warmth of this time with the family.

"Frank, don't do this."

Frank's wife said in a complaining tone.

The sadness in his eyes is clearly discernible.

Frank looked at his wife's face, but always avoided her eyes.

He slowly picked up the phone, intending to call back.

But the phone came again.

Frank frowned at the caller ID, then hung up again.

"My dear, this is my old comrade-in-arms. Every time he looks for me, it means countless troubles. At least today, let me finish this meal with you."

Frank said in a pleading tone.

Then he turned his eyes to his daughter who didn't know anything, and showed a loving smile.

"Lisa, do you want to have a picnic tomorrow? If so, help Dad to persuade Mom not to let Dad answer the call, okay?"

Frank didn't notice the plea in his tone, and his eyes with a little tear made his daughter a little stunned.

"Father."

Jill tugged at Frank's clothes, the feeling of sadness was very clear.

"Frank, go to work. We're not leaving."

Frank's wife said so.

With encouragement in his eyes.

"Marie."

Frank was chanting his wife's name, and a series of knocks on the door sounded at an untimely time.

Frank frowned, but didn't stop his wife from opening the door.

Even though he already knew who was outside the door.

Of course it wouldn't be a door-to-door salesman.

That kind of person will be taken away by SHIELD agents before they even get close to this room.

It's just that guy, the old friend who always causes trouble, Nick Fury.

"Squeak~"

"Maria?"

As the door opened, Nick Fury's horrified voice sounded.

Apparently, the appearance of Frank's wife made him lose his cool for a while.

"Nick, what are you going to do?"

Frank's voice was very natural, like the attitude that a male host in a family should have.

Frank had simulated this tone countless times in his dreams.

But his eyes are cold, if Nick Fury makes any threatening move, Frank doesn't mind letting him lose a friend!

"I'm just a little worried because you didn't answer my call."

Nick Fury greeted Maria, shook hands, and talked to Frank as usual.

He felt the coldness in Marie's hand, it was a familiar feeling to him!

The touch of the soul!

Nick Fury probably understood what he knew, so he could only hope that Frank wouldn't blow his head in front of his wife.

It's a big secret.

If this is Nick Fury's secret, then he may also kill anyone who knows it.

The deceased returned to the world, in the form of a soul?

It's so tempting.

This is the immortality of mutants!

"I never answer any work-related calls when I'm with my family, even though overtime will bring more pay."

Frank said with a deep meaning.

What he meant was that Nick Fury should **** off now!

"Well, I thought you would like this job, of course it's the regular one. But if you don't have time now, I'll wait for you at the old place."

Nick Fury was kind, and he felt Frank's eyes full of murderous intent.

If he delayed any longer, he might have to face Frank's cold barrel.

Nick Fury opened the door behind him, waved his hand and left Frank's house.

old place?

He and Frank didn't need such a thing at all, Frank could find him. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

As long as Frank wants to.

It's like when Frank was going to kill someone, that person couldn't run away.

Although the resulting movement will not be as small as those killings, it is deadly and effective.

Marie looked at Frank in front of her and called out Frank's name with sad eyes: "Frank."

"Marie, I just want to spend more time with you."

"I know, but you need to live in the world of living people. We are already dead."

Marie gently hugged her daughter's shoulder and said.

She and Lisa were at one side of the table.

Frank and Jill are on the other side.

The table is like the boundary between the living and the dead, dividing the two.

After the lights on the roof flickered for a while, the bulbs on Maria and Lisa's side went out.

Light and dark, life and death. Clear boundaries!

"So this death was your intention?"

Rorschach said with some dissatisfaction.

Watching Vorusk flipping through his diary, he couldn't do anything.

"Strictly speaking, you're not dead yet. At least your body can survive as long as you sprinkle the potion."

Vorusk said with a mocking expression while flipping through his diary.

A diary was never something for me to read.

Volusk wanted to laugh a little.

Chapter end