Chapter 1735

"You are awake."

In a dark room, a middle-aged black man in black leather said to the bandaged man on the bed, who was seriously injured and had blood soaked into the bed.

After a brief trance, the wounded on the bed suddenly sat up and ran around the room, dragging a bunch of wires of instruments like madness.

"And my wife? Where is my child? "

The one eyed Negro watched for a while, then stood in the same place with his back hands and calmed down a little: "you can guess, too? You are so close to face dozens of submachine guns, I can save you, all depends on your life and a secret project

The wounded man was silent, his fists clenched tightly together, and he did remember.

He was asked by Frey to lead a team into South America with the goal of saving Tony Stark.

However, the rich second generation still has some skills. He doesn't know how to escape by himself, which is perfectly staggered with his team.

When Tony returned to New York for a press conference, the search team was still in the rain forest.

But the task was finally completed. He also took a vacation to go home and have a rest for some time. Because he was a top military soldier, he often ran around the world doing tasks and rarely accompanied his family. So he decided to take his family to a field picnic in New Jersey.

At that time, the whole family was very happy. He loved his wife and children very much. When he saw them laughing around him, he felt that it was meaningful to kill the enemy all over the world.

However, in the course of the picnic, his wife and children accidentally break through a road massacre, a large group of people in black suits are burying several people alive in the remote woods.

His daughter screamed, caught the attention of the other party, and then the gang members took out their weapons, opened fire on their families and fled.

Because he was on a picnic with the children, he didn't carry a weapon.

He can remember the last scene, that is, the blood and bullets splashed in front of his eyes, the blood of his family, the bullets of the enemy, and dozens of guns fell to the ground in his body.

The mummified man covered his face and sat on the edge of the bed, staring silently at the floor.

"Look, frank, I'm sorry for your loss. I can help you if you need it." The black man approached him and sat down on the edge of the bed: "it was you and Logan who saved me in Xiancong. I will never forget... But now I need you to calm down. This is not a battlefield. It's law in China."

The man known as Frank nodded. He closed his eyes in pain and pulled the needle and cable from his body.

"I know you have your stand and you can't let people like me kill in the city. I promise you, Frey."

Frey sighed. He didn't stop Frank from killing people. He was suggesting that there were many ways to kill people, not the way they used to be on foreign battlefields.

Soldiers never know how to cover up the traces. They always let all the satellites and UAVs take pictures of themselves, making the scene extremely bloody, and the enemy seems to be spitting out by the meat grinder.

That's Frank's style.

However, in China, we need to let people die quietly without disturbing any talents.

Not to mention being wanted after committing a crime, there are many masked police officers in New York, including many with strong fighting power.

For example, X-Men, Professor Charles, can get Frank to his death at one thought.

Frey wants Frank to find out the enemy, tell himself, and then spend some money to buy some small gifts, and entrust Natasha to deal with some "personal affairs".

She was so good at assassinating that the people she killed would not even leave a drop of blood on the scene. It was as natural as evaporation in the world.

There was no clue that Frank would be implicated, because even if he had saved his life, only ironriding and Colson knew.

"I didn't mean that..."

"don't say it! Let me be quiet

Frank burst out, and he ran straight out of the door and disappeared into the darkness outside.

Hearing the sound of barefoot moving on the ground disappeared, Frey stood up by the bed, looked at the scattered equipment and sighed. He didn't feel very good.

After rushing out of the safe house, Frank ran home directly on two legs. However, seeing things and thinking about people, he was even more furious.

But he hasn't lost his mind. He still remembers what his good friend Frey said. He just sat at home for a day and a night, and then made a few phone calls to ask his former comrades to ask for information.

As a special soldier, his comrades in arms are not so bad.

A few days later, when they had gathered enough intelligence and evidence, Frank went to court and filed a lawsuit against a gang speaker named Billy Russo.

He recognized the face. It was the man who ordered the shooting!

Frank now has his own evidence. According to the law, the killers of his family should be sentenced to life imprisonment.But how can it be so simple? Capital is always king in America.

A military captain and a drug network leader, who is richer, needless to say?

The judge, the jury, and even the bailiffs were bribed and threatened. In short, no matter what evidence Frank put forward in court, the judge refused to accept the evidence on the ground that the source of the evidence was unknown.

Billy and his friends were completely innocent, innocent businessmen, and released in court.

In the corridor outside the court, Frank sat powerlessly on the bench, and his suit made him feel uncomfortable. He felt that he should not be here and be played with like a fool.

He didn't let his comrades in arms come to court, because he had such a premonition in his heart for a long time...

at this time, Billy, with a group of people, staggered to him and said with a laugh: "you see, you shouldn't frame me, I'm a legal businessman! But for your poor sake, I'll give you some money. How about you be quiet in the future? "

"I know it's you. I remember you." Frank looked up.

The other party was not afraid at all, but bent down to his ear: "so what? The law doesn't remember me... No deal? Then you have to be careful when you walk tonight

He is only 15 cm away from Frank. Experienced soldiers can kill him in 0.5 seconds, then kill all the thugs behind him in 10 seconds, and then escape from the court and roam the world according to the scheduled route.

Yes, Frank also has a backup plan. That's why he didn't let his comrades get in the way!

He leaned forward and pretended to whisper, but actually he reached for the dagger tied in his pants leg...

"did I notice that you were communicating with my client? Then I have to be there. "

Just then, another man came up and stood in the middle of frank and Billy, a man in sunglasses and a white suit..

His hair was carefully combed with a fashionable hairstyle and a walking stick in his hand. His shrewd temperament showed his identity as a lawyer.

"I don't remember this guy has a lawyer."

Billy looked at the new comer and let out a sneer.

He recognized the lawyer, a fool who always helped the poor people in the hell kitchen against the big street people.

The lawyer looked at Billy calmly, at least in the sense that the man behind the black lenses was looking into his eyes.

"Then he has it now."

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