After leaving the river, Frank takes Dante to an ordinary apartment.

"It's really troublesome to take you, I changed two safe houses to barely ensure that we don't get discovered!"

As soon as Frank entered the room, he kicked his soaked boots off his feet, then took off his wet and smelly socks and threw them into the unlit fireplace.

"There are still a lot of blood stains on your body, hurry up and take a shower, there are clothes in the wardrobe in the back room, there are many styles, and they are all new, take a shower, and when you feel that you are almost recovered, go and change it yourself!"

Frank quickly stripped himself naked, and then sat directly on the sofa with his **.

"I'm going to have a fucking rest, I haven't closed my eyes since yesterday afternoon, how long will it take for you to recover from this injury?"

"About four hours. Dante replied.

Frank raised his wrist to look at the time.

"It's eleven twenty, I'm going to set the alarm clock at three o'clock, and after three o'clock I'll take you to the shooting range, where there's plenty of room for you to train, and now I'm going to rest, you can do it yourself!"

Frank sleeps decisively, and if you think you can sneak up on him while he's sleeping, you'll find that he's more decisive when you do it.

Dante finally looked at Frank, who was sitting on the couch and sleeping, but still holding a gun and a dagger in his hand, and nodded silently.

Dante can see that this Frank is not only good at marksmanship, but also his fighting skills are not bad, the calluses on his palms are sharpened by guns, and the calluses on the skin at the finger bones are left by boxing, as for the calluses on his shoulders and shoulder sockets, it should be the sequelae of using rifles and sniper rifles.

Looking at the calluses and scars on Frank's body, Dante was a little envious, he also had the medals of these men on him, but after having divinity, those scars disappeared.

Dante gently walked into the bathroom, washed the blood on his body with warm water, and wrapped himself in a bath towel, Dante walked to the back room and rested on the head of the bed.

Rest can increase Dante's recovery speed, not to mention, Dante also didn't sleep all night last night.

"Buzz buzz ......!"

The alarm goes off, and Frank stops the alarm as soon as it goes off.

"Damn, how did you get close to me!" Seeing Dante in front of him, Frank, who had just woken up, was really startled.

It turned out that Dante had woken up from his sleep a few minutes earlier, and first picked out clothes from the closet, Dante chose a pair of ordinary trousers, a pair of brown high-top calfskin pointed-toe boots, a white shirt, a black suit vest, an agent holster, and a long black trench coat on the outside.

Since his neck had been injured so badly, Dante found a dark purple neck sleeve to cover his neck, which had not fully recovered.

After being fully armed, Dante came to the living room, tiptoed silently, and covered his breath with divinity, and came to the opposite of the couch where Frank was sitting.

Whisper picked out the two most beautiful looking guns from the weapons bag on the coffee table, commonly known as the Desert Eagle, Dante took them in his hand and studied them for a while, found the trigger safety and magazine, and inserted them into the holster pinned to the back of the waist.

After that, Dante picked up another M4A1 and fiddled with it twice with interest.

Honestly, Dante was impressed by these delicate firearms, both because of their more beautiful shape than a crossbow and because of the great damage they had inflicted on Dante.

As a result, the first thing Frank sees when he wakes up is Dante sitting across from him, pointing a rifle at him.

"Dante!" Frank almost jumped up in fright: "How did you sit so close to me, why don't I feel it at all, it's impossible!"

"Nothing impossible!" Dante smiled, "I just walked over, sat down, and came closer!"

Frank rolled his eyes speechlessly, then walked to the bathroom without saying a word.

Three minutes later, Frank, dressed in a black suit, walked out of the back room.

"Because you chose such a formal outfit, I had to match your style of dressing so that the two of us wouldn't be too noticeable. ”

Frank quickly explained, and at the same time, he opened the back door of the apartment and led Dante through the back door to the garage, where there were only two cars, a Jeep and a Porsche.

Frank pointed to the garage and said to Dante, "One for each person, you choose first, by the way, do you know how to drive?"

"It's too late to learn!"

Although Dante didn't know why Frank needed to drive himself, Dante didn't think he would be able to drive this thing, after all, after watching Chas drive for so long, with Dante's comprehension, he already had a certain understanding of driving skills.

As he spoke, Dante walked over to Jeep.

Watching Dante walk towards Jeep, Frank frowned, and finally couldn't help but say something.

"You better drive a Porsche, Jeep will leave it to me!" After Frank finished speaking, he rushed to Jeep with an unchanged face, and muttered in a low voice: "Who knew that you don't like sports cars in a suit and dyed hair!"

"Okay then, I can drive anything, I just think this Jeep is more suitable for men. ”

Dante shrugged as he spoke, and after stepping into the Porsche, Dante tried to ignite the gear, gently pressed the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel.

"Nothing extraordinary!" Dante shouted to Frank from the driver's seat.

"Okay, follow me, we'll probably drive for more than an hour to get there, and the range is on the outskirts. ”

Frank leads the way, Dante follows behind, although at first when turning, Dante has some minor problems, but slowly, Dante has become a bit of a driver.

"It's good, it's really good. ”

I patted the steering wheel, felt the seat, and touched the gear up and down.

"I'll get one if I have the chance, Konstantin and Chas's broken car is too old!"

Dante fell silent at the thought of Chas, this morning, the two of them had breakfast and talked about what to do in the afternoon, but by now, I am afraid that Chases has died.

In a daze, Dante saw Frank drive the car into an underground parking lot, and after Dante followed, he parked the car next to Frank, because Dante was parking for the first time, and it was estimated that Frank would not mind that he occupied two parking spaces.

"This is an underground bomb shelter converted into a mercenary training ground, but it was abandoned three years ago, and then my friend bought it and turned it into a shooting training ground. ”

Frank walked beside Dante and whispered to Dante.

"Wow, wow, wow. A strong black man in a wide white T-shirt, with three large gold chains, six gold bracelets, and fourteen gold rings, came up to Frank.

"Frank Custer, it's been a long time, what wind brought you to Atlanta?"

"Pique!" Frank patted Dante's arm: "Don't hide anything, this is my friend Dante, Dante, this is Pique, my old comrade-in-arms, my weapons are all borrowed from him!"

Frank introduced the two to each other.

"I remember it was this white-haired guy who killed Marken, Frank, I need an explanation!"

Pique looked angry, and instead of greeting or shaking Dante's hand, he pulled Frank straight away.

"Dante, follow me!" Frank first turned around and called out to Dante, and then explained to Pique in a whisper: "Pique, you know, I want people like us to die on the battlefield, Marken was poisoned by hallucinations, shot two diners in public, and wounded five, if I were at the scene, I would also send Marken to a simple death, lest he live to bear the sins that should not belong to him!"

With that, Frank casually pointed at Dante.

"This kid went to Marken's house this morning with dollars, but was blocked at the crossroads by the mercenaries invited by the Hunter Gang, and I rescued him, but I have already avenged Marken!"

"That's right!" Dante pulled his neck band down, showing Pique his still incomplete wounds, "Damn Frank almost blew my head off." ”

Peake glanced at the scar, first blinked, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Damn mutants!" Peake cursed under a whisper.

"Hey, Pique, with a little respect for our comrades, tonight, Dante will join us in storming the Hunters' headquarters and their remaining stronghold, and most importantly, Dante is not a mutant!"

Dante shrugged his shoulders, he was not familiar with Frank, and naturally he was even more reluctant to pay attention to Pique, who was only meeting for the first time and did not have a good opinion of himself.

Hearing Frank's words, Peake nodded, and then opened his own secret door.

Inside the secret door was a hall, or rather, it was more like a training ground, and there were about thirty people in the field, all of whom were young and strong men.

"Boss, is the comrade-in-arms you said you are talking about, a comrade-in-arms who can run a horse on his arms and drive a car on his legs!"

A brawny white man in a group of men who looked like a small leader walked up to Peake, who first punched his fist and then hugged Frank.

"Hey, I'm the horse boy who has been with the boss for the longest time, just call me a big plane!"

"OK, big plane, I'm Frank!"

After the two embraced, the big plane looked at Dante, who was expressionless.

"Hey, I've seen you, you're that silver-haired angel on the Internet, aren't you already dead at the Flavor Mexican restaurant!"

"Not really!" Dante reluctantly showed the wound to a group of indignant men once more.

"Bang Bang!"

It was Frank who clapped his hands, and after drawing everyone's attention to himself, he spoke out loud.

"You awesome boys are here, you must know what we're doing at night!" exclaimed Frank.

"That's right!"

"Kill those unseeded hunters, the young lady of the southern district must reduce the price!"

"The ice on the market is getting more and more expensive, kill those bitches!"

A group of big men shouted all kinds of slogans, this scene was really exciting, Dante looked at the scene in front of him, he knew that any kind of regular army in the world was more effective than the group of gangsters in front of him, but only this kind of debauched and hot-blooded warrior was closer to the warrior in Dante's impression.

"Alright, be quiet!" Frank shouted to stop the crowd before pulling Dante to his side, "This is my friend, Dante Naphilim, who is an expert in hand-to-hand combat and melee weapons, but he's also a young man who never lets go of a gun!"

"Hahaha......" The group of people burst into laughter.

"Quiet, from now on, until nine o'clock in the evening, you can feel free to ask him for martial arts skills, and then teach him how a real man should shoot!"

"Fake, right!"

Dante only had time to scold, and then he was surrounded by a group of big men!