Chapter 613: Targeted Training

Chapter 613: Targeted Training

One was embarrassed, the other was angry.

The others were confused and did not understand the reason why Frank was angry.

"When did you two get to know each other?"

It was unknown when Lod had appeared. He was still wearing a home-style apron and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"I would rather not know him!"

The anger on Frank's face had not subsided. He gritted his teeth and glared at Constantine, "When I went to carry out the mission, I met this bastard once. In the end, I was almost killed by him!"

He could roughly guess the reason.

If nothing went wrong, Frank must have been deceived by Constantine, and the consequences must be very miserable. Otherwise, he would not have almost pulled out zanpakuto when they met again.

Constantine smiled awkwardly and turned his head, not daring to look at Frank's angry eyes. He was indeed in the wrong.

Speaking of which, it had been more than half a year.

Before, when he was on his way to Newcastle, he accidentally broke into a casino where a group of demons gathered.

It was said that this place was opened by a big shot from hell, and he was itching to investigate the news, so he went up to gamble a few times.

Unexpectedly, he almost lost his underwear.

But who was he, Constantine?

He was famous for eating, drinking, gambling, cheating, and stealing, so it was naturally impossible for him to pay if he lost.

Thus, he found an opportunity to escape from the casino, but he did not expect to be tracked by a group of demons. On the way, he coincidentally bumped into Frank, who was on a mission.

In order to get rid of the group of demons, he told a small lie.

Frank was tricked and deceived. He went to confront the group of demons. If he hadn't slipped away quickly and almost got beaten to death, the grudge of the two people would have been born at that time.

So much so that when Frank saw Constantine now, he wanted to kill this bastard sword!

After understanding what had happened, everyone looked at Winston with a hint of vigilance and distance from me. They instantly distanced themselves from this swindler in order to avoid being inexplicably killed.

"Uh.. Don't be so nervous. In fact, I am a good person. I rarely betray my teammates." Constantine wanted to argue for himself. After all, the place he was going to was very dangerous. If he did not have a few teammates, he would not be at ease.

Even Lucifer did not believe him when he said this.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed in unison. They had not expected that just a passageway would be so dangerous!

"So.."

Lod paused and looked at the crowd. "If you don't want to die, you have to go all out."

The two-man team looked even worse. They felt that the mission had not yet begun, and it might be over.

Steve thought for a moment, looked up at Lod, and asked, "Mr. Lod, I want to know if you will help us more when we go to save Tony?"

"If you want me to make a move, I advise you not to have any expectations." Lod shook his head and revealed a bitter expression. "This matter must be done by you. I absolutely can not step into Soul Society without permission. Otherwise, it will attract even greater danger."

Even though they had already guessed that it was impossible, when they heard it, they could not help but feel disappointed.

Without Lod's help, if they wanted to save Tony, it would be as difficult as challenging America in Germany in World War II, and it might even be more difficult than this.

"But if we only rely on the few of us, forget about rescuing Tony, the chances of passing through this door are not high." Steve's eyebrows were knitted into a ball as he spoke out his worries on behalf of his team members.

"I thought of this a long time ago ---"

Lod said, "I thought I had to avoid everyone. I was wiped out the moment I entered Soul Society. I specially prepared a targeted special training for seven days to ensure immediate results. The effect is quickly visible!"

"Seven days?"

"A targeted special training?"

Everyone looked at each other, as if they had not expected this to be their aid.

Steve looked a little hesitant and asked, "Mr. Lod, let's not talk about how much strength the special training can improve. Isn't seven days too long?"

"Don't tell me that Mr. Stark has been sentenced before we finish our special training?" Peter muttered in a low voice.

"Don't worry."

Lod chuckled. "Although the order from the central 46 is absolute, the time required for the trial will take at least fifteen days. I even left you eight days."

Special training.

Steve's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt a little expectant.

I wonder how strong Lod's special training can strengthen his giant right arm!

The two people sighed in relief. At least they had a chance.