"Daddy, I'm ......"

Jill and Frank are sitting in a restaurant, and Jill is a little overwhelmed.

Although meeting his father was something he had always wanted to do, when he actually met his father, he didn't know what to say.

"Jill, I'm sorry."

Frank looked at his son, and tears welled up in the iron man's eyes.

He lost his wife and daughter in a previous "accident", and now only this poor son is still alive.

Originally, he was full of only two words, revenge, and finally lost control of his emotions.

Frank cautiously stretched out his hand to rub his son's head.

But he stopped halfway through, trembling incessantly.

"Dad, it's great to meet you!"

Jill reached out and grabbed Frank's palm, which was parked in the air.

He could feel the calluses on his rough hands, and he could feel the warmth coming from the palms.

He did not hold a grudge against his father.

It was all just an "accident", wasn't it?

Jill, who had experienced the process of death firsthand, wanted to cry and throw himself into his father's arms, but he still tried to control his emotions.

His father's grief was not much less than his, and he was the only one who could bring some insignificant comfort to his father at this time.

Frank looked at Jill's red eyes, and for a moment he was angry with sadness, his own child was trying to comfort him, how could he continue to be immersed in grief?

"Jill, whatever you want to eat, Dad promises you."

Frank looked at Jill in front of him, and his whole cold face was like frozen ice, revealing tenderness.

There was no other place than the red eyes of the father and son, and the grief experienced in the hearts of the father and son.

……

Rumlow, dressed in a modest suit, walked through the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.

This place is the home base of the killers, and everyone who sees it is a killer.

Even if an unsuspecting visitor comes in occasionally, they will be turned away on the grounds that the room is full, for example.

This place was meant to serve the killers, and now Rumlow has come here to issue a mission at Dugan's request, just to find the killer monkey.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

The front desk of the hotel glanced at Rumlow and immediately knew that this guy was not a resident of the hotel.

However, that neat dress made the front desk understand that this guy was not one of those tourists who strayed in.

"I need to post a task and don't know where to start?"

As Rumlow spoke, a Continental hotel coin was already spinning in his hand.

This coin is common within the confines of the high table, and this coin was given to him by Dugan.

Otherwise, Rumlow would not even be able to issue a task.

Although it is possible to issue missions through the scum in the dark side, in order to avoid being discovered by the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., Dugan still asks Rumlow to come and visit in person.

"Then please take the elevator over there."

The receptionist stretched out his hand to point Rumlow in the direction, and then remained silent again.

If it weren't for this coin as evidence, Rumlow would never have said much if he wasn't an outsider.

Anyway, you need to tip a coin to get into that place, and Rumlow has the ticket money on his hand.

Rumlow strode in the direction he was pointing, it was normal to have a weapon on him in this place, so he didn't have to worry about the firearm being taken away from him as he entered the door.

On the way to the elevator, he rubbed shoulders with a guy with long hair and a bruised face, and for a moment he felt an aura akin to a threat.

Rumlow gave him a slight look, and then went about his goal.

"John Wick, interesting."

Rumlow just muttered to himself, he didn't have time to care about these things now, what he had to do was a hundred times more important than observing a legendary killer.

……

Rumlow, who had completed the mission, walked out of the Continental Hotel with a relaxed pace, watching the sky begin to become groggy, and felt a little emotional for a moment.

It was time for him to go back to the tavern and continue discussing the next steps with his old instructor.

Meanwhile, Luke Cage and Matthew Murdoch, who were training at the Sacred Hill of Harlogas, were staying in the stone house.

Luke's coat was covered in various damages, and it looked like his defenses were helping him.

Matthew, on the other hand, saw various scratches and curly hair that had been burned by the fire.

They had just passed the first level of the trial, and the moment they passed the trial, they all felt that their bodies seemed to change slightly.

The process of passing through the Secret Realm was a process of stimulating the Nephilian bloodline in the body for the original barbarians, but for these two ordinary humans, what they obtained was such an insignificant trace of Nephitian bloodline.

Compared to what a native savage could get, they didn't even get a percent of the total harvest.

But that didn't matter, during this trial, Luke gained valuable experience in fighting, and he didn't see any injuries on his body.

Maybe it's because the walking corpse can't even scratch his skin.

Just as he was confronted with some people who were clearly not human, he felt that he could use the power of his body without worrying about killing people.

Then he was pushed to the ground by three walking corpses and laid hands on him.

However, this level of damage was nothing compared to the iron rods that Madolph had fallen from time to time.

With just one rollover, he broke free from the walking corpse's grasp, and then swung his blade to split the fellows in two.

Compared to Luke, who has good defense, Matthew's encounter is more pitiful.

Faced with a whole team of Fallen Demons, he first endured a miserable pursuit, and then used the simple traps in the secret realm to deal with the ordinary Fallen Demons wielding claws and wooden sticks.

Then he was burned by the fireball thrown by the Fallen Demon Wizard.

Just as he was chasing the Fallen Demon Wizard, the Fallen Demons who had been killed by the trap stood up again and continued to hunt him down.

It was at this time that Matthew stepped on a loose floor tile and was lucky enough to pick up a glove.

Well...... A glove that has been used for a long time!

Although Matthew didn't know why the glove, which was a little tattered to the touch, he loved it from the bottom of his heart, but it didn't stop him from feeling the power of the glove.

It was only after he put on that glove that he had the defense to ignore the normal attacks of the Fallen Demon, so he thrust the short stick in his hand into the eye socket of the Fallen Demon Wizard against the chaotic attacks, and won the victory.

He felt that his body had become about fifty percent stronger, and if he had met those black-clothed ninjas before, he would have been able to win in just a few breaths.

The important thing is that he can almost ignore the katana in the hands of those ninjas.

"I really didn't expect that old man to send us to this magical place, I'm stronger than before!"

Luke wielded the blade in his hand with one hand, and now he was able to wield the heavy weapon with one hand......

"You, have you ever wondered why he helped us like this?"

Matthew touched the magical glove in his hand, a little worried.