Dark Savages Come To the United States

Coulson feels no guilt or anything like throwing dirty water on Nick Fury.

Although Coulson is very clear that the Nick Fury he saw may have all kinds of darkness, but it has nothing to do with Hydra.

Or even if there is, it is not something Coulson can know.

However, there is no need to pay attention to the truth about things like splashing dirty water.

Discrediting someone in this day and age doesn't even require a few borrowed photos.

"I'm ready to resign, Coulson."

Melinda looked at her watch, it was already midnight.

If you don't go to rest, you probably can only go back to work after having breakfast.

Although this is not very humane, but this country pays more attention to "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 hint in Coulson's words.

Although he is very clear that such language guidance will not have much effect on iron cavalry.

Melinda is an agent no worse than him.

Professionalism is trustworthy.

"I'm going to have a vacation soon."

Melinda glanced at Coulson as if intending to see something wrong with the person in front of her.

Will Coulson doubt Nick Fury?

of course.

It's just that if Coulson really discovered something, he would never solve the problem in this way.

Perhaps this is his temptation.

But Melinda was really bored.

"Well, this safe house is mine. Except for Nick Fury, the only person who knows here is you."

Coulson said so.

with a smile.

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

Melinda is not like him, who can use the power of Venerable Skyhammer to erase the traces of modern technology.

The radio system here has also been destroyed, and Melinda's back is facing the only camera that is still intact, and it is also the most secretive one.

Nick Fury won't see Melinda's lip movements from the surveillance to know what she said.

And the most important thing is, Venerable Sky Hammer doesn't need to open the door to enter a room!

The information that Melinda pushed the door will be recorded on the door here.

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

The guy with black body and mind will not use a conversation to resolve the misunderstanding, but will keep probing.

One of the most likely ways is probably to make Melinda have to go to the field.

A not-so-perfect plan, but one that will certainly work.

"You let the hydra in your mouth know where your safe house is?"

Melinda frowned.

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

"I don't have the ability to deduct so much money from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funds to build a safe house. I'm just a user here."

Coulson showed that iconic smile as always.

It's a fantastic situation right now.

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

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

"It's crazy!"

Melinda pushed open the door and left the cabin directly. Coulson's figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Next he's going to Kingpin to talk to the stonebreaker about possible exposure.

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

...

Tony Stark stood in front of Bulkelso with sleepy eyes, a little cynical and absent-minded in his eyes.

Compared with things like prizes, he cared more about the Thieves God's Revenge Stone.

Tony has tried it, and this gem really does give him some buffs.

But even futuristic tech from the Cybermen didn't turn up much useful stuff.

Fortunately, the next evolution of the suit has already begun.

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

Maybe Saber is a good name.

After all, the saber is always multi-functional, and the battle suit on his body will make him his biggest hole card for a long time to come.

"You mean, you want a lot of gems to act as a power source?"

Bulkelso's face was a little weird, and he couldn't help wondering whether the things these rich people wanted were so strange.

It was weird that Wayne wanted to know his weaknesses.

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

This is the estrangement caused by different positions.

For barbarians who can enter the secret realm to hunt treasure at any time, gems are really not a scarce resource.

But for Tony, a relatively close "outsider", there is no good way to obtain enough gemstones for his research, except to buy them from Luke with money.

But things like gems are also precious to young fighters.

Not even enough.

After all, these gemstones are upgraded at a three-to-one ratio by the gemsmith, and the gemstones that Luke and the others can get now are most likely to be flawless gemstones like small water droplets.

And gems are divided into fourteen levels...

The number of low-level gems required for a highest-level gem embedded in a weapon is really too much.

"Let me think about what level of gems is more appropriate for you."

Bulkeso felt a bit of a headache.

Gems are nothing rare.

But what he needs to consider is whether to give Tony the most advanced gem.

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

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

But this seems a bit unfair to the soldiers.

Bulkelso's original prize for Tony was an Elanoch amulet.

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

It can even turn the damage of ice into the recovery of vitality.

Iron Man definitely has the ability to add an internal cooling effect to the suit.

A different means of recovery was enough to keep Tony safe.

"It's all right, anyway, I just want to use it for research. It's just some samples, and I will soon be able to make an energy supply device that is more efficient than those gems."

Tony agreed, but his mind had already flown to his laboratory.

He couldn't wait to start researching on the Thief God Gem.

Of course, a thorough sanitization process is required prior to research.

"gem."

Bulkasso reached into his backpack, clutching a handful of gems of various kinds.

The number of these gems is no different from what a Hoarder Goblin can drop.

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

But if it is used as research material, it is enough.

"Thanks."

Tony stretched out his hand to hold the pile of gems, slightly surprised.

"I said, can't you provide a bag? I don't have room for these little things on me."

Tony had a mocking smile on his face.

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

The mountain-splitting ax beside Bulkelso was shining brightly, and seemed to be a little moved.

Tony is quite suitable as a leader.

It is a pity that the blood of nephalem does not flow in Tony's body.

Therefore, after the Mountain Splitting Ax only flickered for a while, there was no other movement.

"Banner."

Bulkelso called Banner's name.

He had had enough of Tony.

Now he just wants to end the matter in front of him quickly.

It is best to be able to determine the candidates selected by the mountain splitting giant ax as soon as possible, and everything after that can be skipped.

Senseless formalism is never flattering.

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

Banner's thin body tightened his coat tightly in the cold wind.

The embarrassing situation after the transformation made him feel cold.

And Hulk never cared about his thoughts.

If keeping a pair of shorts was considered Hulk's last mercy for his dignity, it was considered for Banner.

After all, a Hulk in shorts would be called the Hulk, and without the shorts, he might be called the Big Green Killer Beast.

Clothes represent the epitome of human civilization.

"No comments?"

Bulkelso looked at Banner in front of him and let out a deep breath.

Things are getting more and more cumbersome.

But the Mountain Splitting Ax still didn't choose the most suitable person.

"I'm a scientist, what about the evaluation of the battle, maybe the evaluation of 'Hulk is not happy'?"

Banner said with some contempt.

"Betty, your wish."

Bulkeso made no reply.

Banner's problem should be solved by himself after Kurtur persuaded the scholar.

Anyway, Betty has been talking about solving Banner's problem, so it's better to let Betty express her wish first.

"!"

Betty a shock!

The feathers on the wings stood up.

Suddenly called by Bulkeso, she was a little stressed like a bird.

"Solve it, Banner and me."

Betty said nervously. ,

Obviously she didn't pay attention to what Banner said just now.

"Restore human appearance. Do you want to keep your strength?"

Bulkeso looked up at the two people opposite and said.

If you want to keep your current power, then Betty had better find a scientist.

And it would be best for Banner to come to an agreement with the Hulk.

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

For example, Bulkelso can use the gift from the time lord on his body to turn back the time of these two guys and start their lives again.

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

Anyway, Jotun Keller is here, this time Bulkelso will definitely say that famous line to Jotun Keller!

"Such a great artifact" that sentence!

All nephalem who have touched Kanai's Cube will approve of this approach.

"reserve!"

"Need not!"

Betty and Banner made completely different choices.

Betty felt somewhat satisfied with this power.

For Banner, the Hulk was the beginning of his tragic career.

"Listen to my Banner! Have you forgotten that big head threat!"

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 wryly.

It's just that a green light appeared on his body.

Obviously Hulk has a different view on this answer.

"Your existence is a miracle, Banner. If it were me, I would not give up on you. After losing the power of Hulk, you also lose the power to say 'no'."

General Ross looked at Banner with a look of hatred.

Regarding his future son-in-law, General Ross has a different view, somewhat disappointed.

A veteran American soldier who likes to put the initiative on his side.

For everything around, it's an aggressive defense.

Defense is just a modifier, and aggression is the essence.

"Okay, then keep it?"

Banner said not so firmly.

Hulk wanted to come out, but in front of Bulkelso, he was still scared.

"Jortun Kuller! Come here!"

Burkasso yelled helplessly towards the sky.

It's better to let Jotun Kooler do this kind of thing.

Jotun Kuller personally used Kanai's Cube, this is an opportunity that the big guy has been waiting for for an unknown amount of time!

At that time, those ancestors will definitely use the most vicious and bitter tone they have thought about in their entire life to mock Jotun Keller.

Even Leah would be tempted to try this kind of thing.

"Why don't you ask another will? Or why don't you ask the magical Mountain-Splitter?"

Jotun Kule's male duck voice made Buer Kaisuo turn his head.

The Mountain Splitting Ax is emitting light and is eager to try.

Even when there was no Nephalem blood on Banner's body, he had the intention of rushing forward.

This surprised Bulkelso a little.

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

Bulkeso asked, his tone not very solemn.

The light on the mountain-splitting giant ax became stronger.

"A problem."

Kerrick said with some schadenfreude.

Banner or Hulk?

The souls of these two guys are one.

But which of the two consciousnesses should be eliminated?

Korik wondered what choice Bulkelso would make.

The well-known trolley problem is unknown to savages though.

But this does not prevent them from thinking about which person to save in a dangerous situation.

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 had asked Bul-Kelso that question a long time ago, but Bul-Kelso hadn't given him an answer.

And now, Burkesaw had to make a choice.

"Jortun Kuller, can you divide this guy into two people?"

Bulkelso asked directly.

This is his answer.

Bull Casso chose to put out the fire first!

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

Jotun Kuller floated down, his voice as ugly as ever.

"I have a lot of forgotten souls here."

Bulkeso said so.

Banner and Betty, who didn't care at all, looked a little nervous standing in front.

"The Forgotten Soul can't support a consciousness. What you have to do is to create an independent life! Don't you think you are the first generation of Bulkelso because you inherited the name of Bulkelso? The power of life!"

Jordan Kooler's sarcasm with a strange smile is authentic.

"I am not creating a life, I am letting that consciousness have a space of its own, instead of only competing with another self for control of the body."

Bulkeso explained a bit.

"Like the one behind the spirit?"

Jordan Kooler asked.

"It's like conjoined twins."

It took Bulkelso a long while before he came up with an inappropriate answer.

To be precise, his idea is probably to create a bucket with a barrier in the middle, but it does not block water but only blocks consciousness.

The water in the bucket is power, and power is shared.

But this power does not belong to only one consciousness.

A communication link has been forcibly established between the two, and they will eventually become one.

This approach only speeds up the process of combining the two into one.

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

Jordan Kooler looked at Banner with a contemptuous tone.

Hearing the words, Burkasso took out the hammer of judgment and raised it above his head, and said to Jordan Kule: "If you don't do what I say, you will be hammered to death!"

Jotun Kuller had an expression of seeing Masail, his lips were trembling with anger.

The anger on Bulkelso's body was raging, and he obviously didn't mean to be joking.

"Come with me!"

Jotun Kuller said in a grumpy manner, and he didn't bring out the mocking lines that he didn't know where to think about, and said to Banner.

"What a good suggestion! Jotun Kulle! It is indeed the soul of the ancient Nephalem!"

Korik laughed!

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

Banner spoke to Bulkelso with a wry smile, and then silently followed Jotun Kule.

Burkasso put down the Hammer of Judgment in his hand, and glanced at Kutur who was in a daze.

How Kurtur should make Banner willing to be a barbarian, let Kurtur figure out a way by himself.

Although the Mountain Splitter looks like it must be Hulk, but this boring link has already begun, so there must be an end.

"Betty, after you become a barbarian, you will learn how to control your power. Your wish will come true."

Bulkelso was talking to Betty Ross.

Nick Fury, who was 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, and that is when you bloody bastard will let me retire! I'm almost ninety years old!"

Duggan spoke, smoking a cigar.

"I know, but Captain America is still fighting. S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot be without power."

Nick Fury said so, the one-eyed still staring at Dugan.

In his cognition, doing so will only have two results.

One is that Duggan can't stand his gaze and asks Bulkeso for power.

The other one was that Dugan couldn't bear his gaze, and after punching him in the face, he cursed in his heart and asked Bulkasso for strength.

"That's your business, I'm not the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Dugan's approach was beyond Nick Fury's calculations, but he found Dugan pointing his cigar at an enthusiastic John Witkey who was watching.

Nick Fury understood what Duggan meant.

"So who's going to be first?"

Nick Fury gives an opening that shifts the conversation to John Witkey.

"Draw lots."

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

"The one who catches the empty shell first!"

Dugan said so.

Put a bullet into Nick Fury's hand.

Then he stretched out his hand in front of John Witkey.

"Why are there still things about me?"

John Witkey 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.

Speaking of which, if Nick Fury hadn't killed his pet dog, 80% of his life would have nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is just to revive his pet dog.

"Now, we're the only ones in this place. We're all normal people."

Dugan said so.

In exchange for John Witkey's weird eyes.

Nick Fury, known as the One Eyed Man. The guy who used to fight crime with Frank Castle.

There are an unknown number of life doubles.

Even when he was seriously injured and dying, he only needed to switch on the pacemaker to continue fighting vigorously.

John Witkey 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 Commando, the old guy who fought with Captain America.

Can this person be considered an ordinary person?

In comparison, only he, the killer, looks like an ordinary person.

He will be hurt and he will die.

Even in the case of being plotted against, even a few gangsters may kill him.

"I think only I am an ordinary person, and you are not normal."

John Wicker pushed Dugan's hand away and said with serious eyes.

"A guy who can chase me for more than ten kilometers for a dog, and shoot me with a pencil through the glass of the S.H.I.E.L.D. car is considered an ordinary person?"

Nick Fury said so.

There is a little sadness in the deep eyes.

"I'm mentally ill, you can send me to a mental hospital, and if I'm not mentally healthy, you can also introduce me to a psychiatrist. But don't confuse me with freaks like you!"

John Wicker said so.

Then he saw a handsome young man in his eyes.

The young relative watched their argument with a charming smile.

"Hi buddy. It's been a while since we saw each other. How are you doing? By the way, you look so handsome!"

Constantine came over with a cigarette in his finger.

This is the cigarette he has hidden on his body.

It's crumpled, but there's nothing yellow on it.

Constantine pulled a cigarette from a small, well-sealed plastic pouch and handed it to John Wicker.

John Witkey looked at the bag, feeling a little uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

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

"I have my own cigarettes."

John Witkey's words were a bit late, he silently took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and incidentally held the gun against Constantine's chest.

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

"I just think that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cigarettes might smell a little better than my beloved Silk Cards."

Constantine said with a smile.

Dugan glanced at Constantine, then took a few steps back.

The hand holding the bullet was also put away.

"Hey! Draw? I like this game."

Constantine yanked a bullet out of Duggan's hand and looked.

There is no gunpowder.

"Dude, I've finished smoking for you, and you will be next."

Constantine put the empty shell in John Wicker's pocket, and pulled another bullet from Duggan's hand.

This one is also empty.

John Witkey looked at Dugan with cold eyes, and opened the safety of the gun in his hand.

"The one who draws a full bullet is next."

There was no slight change on Dugan's face, and he spoke very frankly.

Nick Fury's complexion became much darker.

"The task of the Roaring Commando doesn't seem too onerous, I think it's time to add some burden to you."

Nick Fury said so, throwing the bullet in his hand on the ground.

"John Constantine. I have known you for a long time. Are you interested in joining S.H.I.E.L.D.? The Roaring Commando needs professionals like you to deal with the recent endless mysteries."

Nick Fury reaches out to Constantine.

A black hand.

"It's an honor, I'm just concerned that SHIELD will reimburse me for some of my normal expenses?"

Constantine grabbed Nick Fury's hand, looking eager.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is a behemoth, which means countless teammates!

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

As the mysterious side specialist in S.H.I.E.L.D., he'll be well protected!

"As long as you can get the invoice."

Nick Fury's face was not very good-looking.

He had read Constantine's file a long time ago.

The so-called "normal" expenses are not normal at all.

After all, no "normal person" will always appear in a bar with a sign like "Big Bird Around".

"That's a pity. Fortunately, I can always get an invoice. After all, living in this country always requires tax declaration."

Constantine smiled and slapped a stack of invoices on Nick Fury's hand.

Then put an arm around John Wicker's shoulders.

...

"Jin Bin, you don't plan to run away?"

Coulson appeared in Jin Bing's office and said with a smile.

When he saw the eight rings on the gold and thick fingers, his face became a little strange.

Eight rings, four black and four white.

Wearing it on Jinbin's finger looks like a knuckle tiger.

"Stonebreakers need to run, but gold doesn't."

Jin Bing looked at Coulson in front of him blankly.

When Jin Bing faced Matthew and the others before, he had already exposed his extraordinary power.

But the eight rings that Jin Bing is wearing now are enough to give them an explanation.

"Being able to become the underworld emperor of this city, you really don't seem to be as dull as your size. Mr. Fisk."

Coulson said with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"It's just, how do you explain that the rings you are wearing are four pairs that are hostile to each other?"

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

Coulson knew Jin Bin's habits.

Silence is his favorite method.

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

There is not much difference in strength between the Faithful and the Stonebreaker, but with the addition of those rings, the balance of victory seems to have tilted a bit.

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

Jin did not say so.

The Sky Hammer of the Stone Crusher also appeared in his hand.

The golden markings on his body covered his body again.

Just something was missing.

With those rings from death, Jin Bin's body has neither the whiteness of the ring of life nor the blackness of the ring of death.

This look is very unusual.

Coulson shook his head and said:

"It looks like all eight rings are fake, doesn't it?"

"You can come and try."

Jin said without retreating half a step.

The huge body took two steps ahead.

"Okay, okay! It's up to you. I was going to give you some news. Looks like you don't need my help."

Coulson said so.

The fallen believer in his hand also disappeared.

Jin Bing frowned upon hearing this.

That frowning movement was not good-looking at all, full of ferocious temperament.

Among the information that Jin Bing knows, the news that Coulson can say at this time is most likely about Modoc.

He couldn't imagine how this kind of news would help him.

"Fallen, if you want my help, you'd better be smart."

Jin Bin said so and put away the sky hammer in his hand.

Coulson slowly left Jin Bin's sight, with a cruel smile on his face with his back to Jin Bin.

The dead are the only ones who can keep secrets best, and this is not just the monopoly of gangsters!

For agents, this is even more true!

Coulson's next target is Alexander Anderson!

The guy who turned into an angel seems to be here to deal with these rings.

Unfortunately, Jin Bing has eight rings on his hands!

Anderson will love the news!

...

"Angel!?"

Frank kept bombarding Anderson with the shotgun in his hand.

Looking at the spread light wings, he said in a somewhat horrified tone.

He had just returned home, and he hadn't had time to say hello to his daughter, or sit at the table with his wife for a cup of hot tea.

Anderson's arrival is obviously not a good thing.

"Death walker, there are undead in your home."

There was no anger in Anderson's tone, just stating what he perceived.

But the spear in his hand is exuding a holy flame like a big umbrella to block the bullets full of death power.

"I know, and it's enough for you to get out as soon as you know!"

Frank said coldly.

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

Not even an angel!

"I'm not here to tell you that the living cannot live with the dead, nor to tell you the power of the ring in your hand."

Anderson put the tip of the spear on the ground, and the holy flames on his body kept blocking Frank's bullets.

"I just want to tell you that in the face of tragedy, you also need to have the courage to face it!"

Anderson's footsteps suddenly became faster!

Face to face with Frank almost instantly.

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 flavor is called "deadly"!

"Shit! Go away!"

Frank hit Anderson's face with a single shot, and his body immediately made a tactical roll, pulling away a distance.

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

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

There was also the continuous shooting of the gun in his hand!

When facing extremely sensitive enemies, the range attack shotgun will be more useful.

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

This saves time!

"You're a fighter, but you're weak.

You can't face the lost truth and become cowardly! "

A large piece of flesh was knocked off Anderson's face, but under the flesh was the ever-burning holy flame!

The lower body was stained with death marks in the previous explosion, and a piece of pitch-black smoke was fighting against the holy flame!

There are only two supporting flames on those legs that are still burning!

The battle armor continuously condensed from the holy flame, and then covered Anderson's whole body!

"shut up!"

Frank said so.

The ring on his hand began to flash a more intense black light.

It's a pity that this is not pure death force.

That kind of life-death force is not pitch black, but gray and white!

That is not the power of justice or injustice but a part of the inevitable experience of life!

This ring was not like those that were dropped at will 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 saying it in a hymn-like tone.

Every time he made a sound, Frank became more irritable!

Of course he knew that his lover and daughter were dead.

He knows exactly what death means!

But don't human beings have the right to refuse death?

Is it wrong for human beings to even have such an idea?

Frank wants to sue, but doesn't know how to say it!

Death promised him that as long as he brought an interesting soul, he could have his wife and daughter by his side.

But that is the soul 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.

Familiar with being 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 to attack vehicles and other equipment.

The recoil made him sway a bit.

The thick and somewhat excessively black ammunition hit Anderson's chest!

This is the first time he has dealt effective damage!

The power of death pierced through the chest of the subordinates of courage, and was dyed black in the holy flame!

"They are dead!"

Anderson said so.

The spear in your hand is aimed at Frank's house!

Fighting is a means, not an end!

Anderson wanted to give Frank the courage to face the truth.

Frank is not one of those bottomless hooligans who bring riots, he has his own principles and benchmarks of justice.

Anderson didn't want to settle that with a fight.

"But their return is what death has allowed! Death has 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 pull ring in his mouth!

"Death has gone mad."

Anderson spoke in a flat tone.

Death has gone mad.

Because of Leoric's disappearance!

Because of the end of the unborn and undead!

"She wasn't crazy then! Everything I got was what she allowed!"

Frank's voice was a little muffled because he bit the ring of the grenade.

The whites of the eyes had turned black.

Frank is a formal employee approved by death, and the difference between him and those punks is like the difference between a regular worker and a part-time worker.

"I hope you find courage."

Anderson said so.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw Jill open the door, sticking out his head with a worried look on his face.

Anderson froze.

He knew what Jill looked like.

This point was mentioned when Imprius let him come to the world.

There is a ring in Jill's hand, a ring that can make Bulkelso feel dangerous!

At this time, Jill was wearing the ring in his hand, and a dagger in his other hand, and put it on his arm!

If he rowed down, Bulkelso would come soon.

Anderson didn't intend to hurt Frank, nor did he intend to destroy Frank's wife and daughter.

He just wanted to cheer up Frank.

"I use courage to face everything I encounter afterwards!

As if I have the courage to face you who want to destroy my family! "

Frank roared!

Seeing Anderson froze, he loosened his teeth and growled loudly.

Saliva splashed out, looking a little crazy.

Frank was ready to fight for his wife and daughter.

No matter who it is, he has the courage to face it!

Even if it is his own death, he will not be afraid.

His courage is his family!

"Frank, I am a subordinate of courage, and my courage is pure."

Anderson looked at Jill and said this.

The helmet was removed, revealing that kind face and a pair of glasses.

"Human courage cannot be pure courage! Can you understand human thoughts!"

Frank raised his gun and shot towards the sky.

It's like venting your emotions.

He stopped attacking Anderson.

Because he saw a familiar face!

Imprius!

The former Archangel of Courage, now Courage itself.

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

Frank's hand on the grenade was rattling.

The two grenades made a friction sound like two walnuts!

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

Imprius smiled and walked to Frank's house.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed Jill's head.

This kid is really good.

Compared with Frank's courage when he has the strength to resist, he appreciates the courage of Jill, a child who is determined to cut his arm even though he is panicked but afraid of pain.

Of course, the standard of courage for soldiers and children is not the same.

"Son, can you please call Bulkelso? I provoked him before, so I can't appear on the holy mountain of Harrogas. Those rough barbarians will beat me up."

Imprius said so.

He found something interesting and planned to talk to Bulkelso.

Tomorrow will continue the 4D update!

thank you all!