Chapter 1735 (1/2)

”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...”