"Damn, there's a TNT under my ass!"

Dante cursed, and Frank laughed even more.

"A small dose of high-impact directional upward blasting, it was easy for me to make such a bomb, and it was the same for me to change to a marken"

Frank smiled and laughed, but slowly stopped laughing.

"I served in the Marine Corps for many years, and Marken joined the army with me, a company, a squad, and even sometimes slept on a bunk bed!"

Frank reached into the pocket of his combat vest and pulled out a photograph of three young men, which he showed to Dante.

"This is the earliest photo I took with Maken, with me in the middle, Maken Bell on the left, and Slade Wilson on the right. ”

Frank's tone was filled with suppressed pain.

"Slade was completely lost after a secret mission two years ago, he was the first brother to leave me, no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any evidence that he was still alive, you don't know how painful I was when Slade's half-brother came to me and asked me to verify Slade's life and death. ”

Frank said, gasping for breath again.

"And now, Marken Bell is gone, he died a humiliating death under the conspiracy, even on his deathbed for the sin of shooting civilians, and I, I didn't even protect his widow!"

Dante watched quietly as Frank carried the picture back to his chest, the feeling of his closest comrade leaving, Dante always felt that he had experienced it before.

"Frank!" Dante put his hand on Frank's shoulder: "Let's rescue Marken's widow together, and then find out all the plots behind it, kill the mastermind behind it, and avenge Marken!"

"Of course!"

Frank said firmly, and then he looked at the nearby terrain.

"The premise is that we have to get rid of the group of cops behind us first!"

Frank glanced back at Dante.

"Turn left for 170 meters and then turn right to a bridge, I will jump into the river after the car gets on the bridge, is your body okay?"

"Nothing can't be!"

Dante felt his physical condition, and his wounds were slowly healing, and in about five hours or so, his injuries would heal.

"That's good!" Frank said, tossing a large backpack to Dante with his right hand.

"You help me carry these, I'm glad you're here, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to handle these weapons. ”

Dante looked at the large backpack on his lap in silence, and without opening the zipper, Dante could imagine how many guns and ammunition should be in the backpack.

"No problem. Dante nodded at Frank: "That's all, maybe I can bring more, I see you're very well equipped." ”

"Of course!" said Frank, giving Dante a disdainful look, "I wouldn't be like you to go to the battlefield with a sword!"

"I'm not a target!" Dante retorted weakly: "I'm just not familiar with the pattern of warfare in this world, I don't know much about the internal structure of modern buildings, which makes me unable to judge where the enemy is hiding, and at the same time I don't know the performance of the guns you use, the enemies I have faced recently are all gunners, and I have never used a gun, so I can't predict the trajectory of a bullet when it hits me." ”

"You're an otaku!" Frank scoffed.

Dante doesn't like the word otaku, and he's seen explanations of the word online.

"I'm just a fighter who has been surpassed by the times, but fortunately, I still have a chance to catch up with the times. ”

"That's true!" Frank nodded in agreement: "You are indeed a warrior, you swing your sword very quickly, your physical fitness is surprisingly good, and your ability to endure pain is stronger than mine, if you and I fight within three meters, I basically have no chance of winning." ”

Frank said as he took control of the steering wheel with his left hand, first reaching his leg into the passenger seat and then moving his whole body.

"But now is the era of guns, as long as the distance is stretched to ten meters and twenty meters, with me fully armed, every inch of skin on your body will be covered with bullets!"

When Frank finished speaking, he ignored Dante's increasingly pale face, and laughed arrogantly there.

After laughing twice, Frank turned his head to look at Dante, or rather, he was actually looking at the police officer chasing after the car.

"Jump!"

Frank opened the car door and jumped out in an instant, his right leg lightly leaned on the guardrail of the bridge, and then his back to the river fell into free fall, when he saw Dante jump farther than himself without borrowing force, he was a little envious, but he couldn't be envious for too long, because he had to detonate the explosives in the car.

"Poof!"

Dante fell into the water, and the huge momentum of the sudden entry into the water made Dante a little sad, and the wounds on his body were stretched out a lot at this moment, and Dante couldn't help but feel like a water-filled pig at this time.

'Can't think so!' Dante said to himself in his mind.

Dante then kicked his leg hard and slapped the water, finally surfacing four seconds later.

"Here!"

Frank greeted Dante not far away, and Dante realized that Frank had already prepared a jet ski under the bridge.

Frank swam to the jet ski, launched the jet ski to Dante's side, and lifted Dante, who was covered in white, and threw him behind him.

"I hope you still have the strength to hold me tight, I'm going to speed up!"

After Frank finished speaking, the motorboat accelerated instantly, and in a blink of an eye, it brought up a white line, which made the police officers on the bridge stunned.

Dante finally looked back, he saw that the car he was in had exploded, and he thought to himself, it turned out that there was no so-called directional TNT under his buttocks, and this bomb was not prepared for himself at all!

Dante vaguely understood why Frank invited him to join, and he was afraid that when he and Chas visited the Marken house, Frank would be watching him somewhere.

Dante thought about it, and perhaps even explained the reason why he was attacked, Frank raided the Hunters branch last night, and the Hunters Gang must not give up, and it is inevitable that they will send out the gang to try to find Frank.

At this time, where are the Hunters going to look?

The first choice is, of course, Macken Bell's house.

But there is still one point, Dante has never figured out, no matter what, the Hunters shouldn't list themselves as a target just because they are in their surveillance range!

However, it may be the case, the group of 'policemen' who beat themselves into the realm of death in the restaurant may be impersonated by the Hunter Gang, and perhaps among the people who are monitoring the Marken family today, who has witnessed his death and told the news of his 'resurrection' to the person who can make the decision.

But all this is just a possibility, this is Dante's speculation, and speculation must not be taken as intelligence.

Even, even this Frank Custer has many suspicions, but Dante is still wary of him.

However, Dante agrees with Frank's idea, within three meters, Frank will definitely not be able to withstand his own sword, so what Dante is doing now is not to approach him!

On the other hand, at the scene of the chaotic car accident and shootout, Chas's body is being lifted out of the driver's seat, because the car accident happened at an intersection, and the driverless jeep happened to hit the driver's seat, which made the police's work to remove Chas's body much more difficult.

However, they eventually carried Chase out.

Chas looked terrible, his entire neck was cut by broken glass, and the left half of his body was shattered by the impact, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Chas was dead, so it was the forensic doctor who surrounded him at this time.

The poor forensic doctor was a young man who had just started working, and he would never have imagined that he would become a forensic doctor in college as a top medical student, and today, he still does not think that he would lose his job on the first day of work due to a psychological disorder.

As the poor medical examiner took a closer look at Chas's body, Chas jerked violently and began to gulp the air.

Chas lay flat and relieved, and then he quickly reached out and grabbed the medical examiner's arm.

"Where am I!"

Chas asked, but the medical examiner did not answer.

“Duang！”

The medical examiner fainted.

Regardless of the forensic doctor's psychological shadow area at this time, Chas only hopes that he can leave smoothly, because countless pairs of eyes around him have already looked at him.

Chas pretended to be a little dizzy and staggered towards the edge of the crowd, but he was stopped before he could take ten steps.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, and this is my ID!"

Chas looked at the gentle-looking middle-aged man in front of him and placed his papers in front of him.

"Territorial Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Agency!" Chas muttered aloud.

Coulson heard Chas's words, smiled and nodded to Chas: "This name is indeed very long and ugly, it seems that you and I have initially agreed on the same ideas." Coulson stretched out his hand to lead Chas as he said in a rather cheerful tone, "That's a good thing, you say yes." ”

In this way, Chas stepped onto the black Humvee, it's not that Chas doesn't want to use magic to help himself, first, there are too many police in the vicinity, Chas can't use a magic to deceive everyone, second, Chas has just been resurrected, and his spirit is still a little unstable, such a mental condition is very unfavorable for spellcasting, and third, on the road of magic, Chas is a half-ass!

In the Humvee, Coulson still had a smile on his face, but Chas couldn't laugh at it, after all, on the left and right sides of Chas and next to Coulson opposite, there were all sturdy men with loaded guns.

"Chas Krama!"

Coulson looked at the laptop computer in his hand and slowly read out Chats's life, resume, and details of Chats's family, but halfway through his speech, he suddenly put the computer aside.

"Actually, I don't really like this way of talking. Coulson explains: "This kind of behavior that blindly piles up pressure on you makes me feel like a bad person!"

Coulson pulled a cigarette out of the agent's coat pocket and handed one to Chas.

"Do you smoke?"

Chas kept his head down, and it wasn't until Coulson handed him a cigarette that he rolled his eyes up to look at Coulson.

"What did you bring me for?"

"The night before, we lost a corpse, but not long ago, the corpse stepped out of your car intact and had a confrontation with seven well-armed mercenaries lying in ambush in three directions. ”

Coulson's hands gently patted his own knees.

"I've always believed that there's only one human in the world, Captain America, with extraordinary powers, but now I have to admit that I've found another one, and the only good news is that I've found a helpful guy!"

Coulson put the cigarette in Chas's mouth and silently lit it.

"I hope you will take the time to talk to your friend who has come back from the dead, and I hope you can explain to him that the first thing we want is to cooperate with him and provide him with protection, because the record of his resurrection is not seen by more than one person, and all careerists who know this news will be spontaneously attracted to him, that is not a good person, if he neither cooperates nor accepts our protection, then we will still protect him, but in a way that is a little too drastic, that's all!"