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Chapter 522 Red Lantern Demon Frank
In the past, poetry in people's minds often needed to be accompanied by a beautiful tune and then recited by the reciter with rich emotions. Therefore, poetry recitation is also a manifestation of the word "elegance."
However, the poetry that drilled into William's ear now was like the threatening roar of an injured beast. Unlike those baby soldiers who had only been trained but never been on the battlefield, William had not only been on the battlefield but had also done a lot of dirty business to clean up messes for his superiors.
He had killed the old, weak, women, and children, and he had also slaughtered elite soldiers and powerful generals. He had even killed many superhumans, but none of them had given William this feeling.
"Bang!" Just as William was hesitating whether to retreat, a big hole suddenly broke through the wall to the right of his body. An arm wearing red gloves stretched out from it and directly grabbed the hesitant William.
William was startled at first, but his rich combat experience still allowed him to suppress the fear in his heart. He used his free left hand to pull out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the arm that was grabbing him.
"Clang!" William looked in disbelief at the arm that was grabbing him. There wasn't even a scratch on it. On the contrary, his hand became numb because of the force being too strong, and he almost dropped the dagger.
Before he could think of a method, William felt the arm grabbing him start to exert force. He, a strong man of 85 kilograms, was now like a chick in the other person's hand, and even his feet left the ground.
William watched himself being dragged towards the wall, powerless. After a loud bang, William was dragged over from the other side of the wall. William, who was dizzy from the impact, sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that this was a wood structure house; otherwise, he might have been dead.
In a daze, he opened his eyes, and William finally saw the enemy who had made him so embarrassed. This look, however, made his face change drastically.
William's goal was the family members of those experiments, so he also had the information on all the experiments. Therefore, he naturally recognized the person in front of him: Frank Castle.
In William's memory, Frank Castle should be causing a ruckus in New York City like other experiments, waiting for a "Little Boy" to solve the problem from above. How could he have not expected the other party to appear here?
Moreover, the Frank Castle in front of him was different from the two appearances in his memory. Looking at him, he didn't look like an ordinary person, nor did he look like the Hulk.
At this time, Frank Castle was emitting red light all over his body. He was wearing a tight suit composed of red and black colors. At the position of his chest, there was a black-bottomed, ever-changing circle pattern. In the middle of the pattern was a small circle of the same appearance, and on both sides of the small circle were two white stripes like horns.
Frank Castle glared at William in his hand with a pair of eyes without pupils, making the latter suffer greatly. Frank Castle opened his mouth and revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth like shark teeth.
"Who are you!" Frank Castle's voice was raised. He could be said to have roared out the last word. Seeing that mouth full of sharp teeth, William would not have any doubt if you said he was going to eat him.
But this opened bloody mouth also gave William an opportunity. He quickly raised his right hand, which was holding a handgun, and slammed it into Frank Castle's mouth. Then, he desperately pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of shooting was continuous. William emptied the bullets in his handgun without any hesitation. In his understanding, those things with rough and thick outer skin were generally very fragile inside. So, this sneak attack, even if it didn't kill the opponent, could at least seriously injure him and then make him let go.
Only by regaining freedom could William have more opportunity to escape, or even solve the opponent. You ask him why he is so confident? Because he had hidden an RPG in his car, specifically used to deal with superhumans.
But what William saw and heard today all exceeded his expectations. Frank Castle not only did not let go, but even actively bit the hot barrel of the gun after he emptied the magazine.
"Crunch!" William swore that it was the first time he had heard a sound similar to chewing a wafer biscuit on a gun barrel. Frank Castle, like eating a biscuit, bit off the barrel of his Glock.
"Crunch crunch." Accompanied by a burst of chewing, Frank Castle grinned, and a large amount of molten iron flowed out of his mouth, making William tremble with fear.
"Pui!" Frank Castle kept a small part of the molten iron and spat it on William's face like spitting phlegm. Poor William immediately screamed, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape Frank Castle's palm.
"I'm asking you one last time!" Frank Castle roared in a low voice. "Who! Are! You!"
"I'll talk! Ah! I'll talk!" William was scared out of his wits. Fortunately, there wasn't much molten iron; otherwise, his face might have been burned with a big hole. But even so, a terrifying burn scar was left on his face, extending from his cheekbone all the way to his chin.
"My name is William Rollins. I once served in the Green Berets, and now I am a reserve of the Thunderbolts, a secret unit under the military. My main mission is to help deal with some shady tasks that do not require the Thunderbolts to take action."
"It's you! You killed my family!" Frank Castle's rage turned into substance. The Red Lantern ring on his hand shone brightly under such abundant emotional energy.
"It was all orders from the military!" William hurriedly offered an explanation, fearing that Frank Castle would devour him alive if he was a second late. "I'm just a knife. Killing whom is not something I can decide! If I don't obey orders, then I'll be the one who dies! I have no method either!"
"Who!" Frank Castle threw William onto the dining table beside him. Under the enormous power, the wood dining table instantly shattered. Before William, who was dizzy from the fall, could recover, Frank Castle stepped on his chest again.
"Who is the mastermind behind the scenes!"
"It's~ uh, General Ross!"
Frank Castle's foot on William's chest was like a hydraulic press, slowly and continuously applying pressure. William, just an ordinary person, naturally couldn't withstand it. Even speaking was very difficult, but in order to save his life, he still tried hard to say the answer.
"Specific... inside story I... also don't know... but... all of this is definitely... inseparable from him!"
"Why?" Frank Castle asked, while loosening the force on his foot.
"Phew~ Because the Thunderbolts are General Ross's direct unit. No one but him can order us." William breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had survived for the time being. To live longer, he needed to show more of his value.
"You can take me to confront him. I have been doing business for them for so many years, and I have long kept a pile of information. I can help you testify against him in front of the world."
Facing William, who was showing his loyalty, Frank Castle just opened his bloody mouth, and a scarlet flame as viscous as blood gushed out of his mouth, instantly submerging William.
(End of Chapter)
In the past, poetry in people's minds often needed to be accompanied by a beautiful tune and then recited by the reciter with rich emotions. Therefore, poetry recitation is also a manifestation of the word "elegance."
However, the poetry that drilled into William's ear now was like the threatening roar of an injured beast. Unlike those baby soldiers who had only been trained but never been on the battlefield, William had not only been on the battlefield but had also done a lot of dirty business to clean up messes for his superiors.
He had killed the old, weak, women, and children, and he had also slaughtered elite soldiers and powerful generals. He had even killed many superhumans, but none of them had given William this feeling.
"Bang!" Just as William was hesitating whether to retreat, a big hole suddenly broke through the wall to the right of his body. An arm wearing red gloves stretched out from it and directly grabbed the hesitant William.
William was startled at first, but his rich combat experience still allowed him to suppress the fear in his heart. He used his free left hand to pull out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the arm that was grabbing him.
"Clang!" William looked in disbelief at the arm that was grabbing him. There wasn't even a scratch on it. On the contrary, his hand became numb because of the force being too strong, and he almost dropped the dagger.
Before he could think of a method, William felt the arm grabbing him start to exert force. He, a strong man of 85 kilograms, was now like a chick in the other person's hand, and even his feet left the ground.
William watched himself being dragged towards the wall, powerless. After a loud bang, William was dragged over from the other side of the wall. William, who was dizzy from the impact, sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that this was a wood structure house; otherwise, he might have been dead.
In a daze, he opened his eyes, and William finally saw the enemy who had made him so embarrassed. This look, however, made his face change drastically.
William's goal was the family members of those experiments, so he also had the information on all the experiments. Therefore, he naturally recognized the person in front of him: Frank Castle.
In William's memory, Frank Castle should be causing a ruckus in New York City like other experiments, waiting for a "Little Boy" to solve the problem from above. How could he have not expected the other party to appear here?
Moreover, the Frank Castle in front of him was different from the two appearances in his memory. Looking at him, he didn't look like an ordinary person, nor did he look like the Hulk.
At this time, Frank Castle was emitting red light all over his body. He was wearing a tight suit composed of red and black colors. At the position of his chest, there was a black-bottomed, ever-changing circle pattern. In the middle of the pattern was a small circle of the same appearance, and on both sides of the small circle were two white stripes like horns.
Frank Castle glared at William in his hand with a pair of eyes without pupils, making the latter suffer greatly. Frank Castle opened his mouth and revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth like shark teeth.
"Who are you!" Frank Castle's voice was raised. He could be said to have roared out the last word. Seeing that mouth full of sharp teeth, William would not have any doubt if you said he was going to eat him.
But this opened bloody mouth also gave William an opportunity. He quickly raised his right hand, which was holding a handgun, and slammed it into Frank Castle's mouth. Then, he desperately pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of shooting was continuous. William emptied the bullets in his handgun without any hesitation. In his understanding, those things with rough and thick outer skin were generally very fragile inside. So, this sneak attack, even if it didn't kill the opponent, could at least seriously injure him and then make him let go.
Only by regaining freedom could William have more opportunity to escape, or even solve the opponent. You ask him why he is so confident? Because he had hidden an RPG in his car, specifically used to deal with superhumans.
But what William saw and heard today all exceeded his expectations. Frank Castle not only did not let go, but even actively bit the hot barrel of the gun after he emptied the magazine.
"Crunch!" William swore that it was the first time he had heard a sound similar to chewing a wafer biscuit on a gun barrel. Frank Castle, like eating a biscuit, bit off the barrel of his Glock.
"Crunch crunch." Accompanied by a burst of chewing, Frank Castle grinned, and a large amount of molten iron flowed out of his mouth, making William tremble with fear.
"Pui!" Frank Castle kept a small part of the molten iron and spat it on William's face like spitting phlegm. Poor William immediately screamed, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape Frank Castle's palm.
"I'm asking you one last time!" Frank Castle roared in a low voice. "Who! Are! You!"
"I'll talk! Ah! I'll talk!" William was scared out of his wits. Fortunately, there wasn't much molten iron; otherwise, his face might have been burned with a big hole. But even so, a terrifying burn scar was left on his face, extending from his cheekbone all the way to his chin.
"My name is William Rollins. I once served in the Green Berets, and now I am a reserve of the Thunderbolts, a secret unit under the military. My main mission is to help deal with some shady tasks that do not require the Thunderbolts to take action."
"It's you! You killed my family!" Frank Castle's rage turned into substance. The Red Lantern ring on his hand shone brightly under such abundant emotional energy.
"It was all orders from the military!" William hurriedly offered an explanation, fearing that Frank Castle would devour him alive if he was a second late. "I'm just a knife. Killing whom is not something I can decide! If I don't obey orders, then I'll be the one who dies! I have no method either!"
"Who!" Frank Castle threw William onto the dining table beside him. Under the enormous power, the wood dining table instantly shattered. Before William, who was dizzy from the fall, could recover, Frank Castle stepped on his chest again.
"Who is the mastermind behind the scenes!"
"It's~ uh, General Ross!"
Frank Castle's foot on William's chest was like a hydraulic press, slowly and continuously applying pressure. William, just an ordinary person, naturally couldn't withstand it. Even speaking was very difficult, but in order to save his life, he still tried hard to say the answer.
"Specific... inside story I... also don't know... but... all of this is definitely... inseparable from him!"
"Why?" Frank Castle asked, while loosening the force on his foot.
"Phew~ Because the Thunderbolts are General Ross's direct unit. No one but him can order us." William breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had survived for the time being. To live longer, he needed to show more of his value.
"You can take me to confront him. I have been doing business for them for so many years, and I have long kept a pile of information. I can help you testify against him in front of the world."
Facing William, who was showing his loyalty, Frank Castle just opened his bloody mouth, and a scarlet flame as viscous as blood gushed out of his mouth, instantly submerging William.
(End of Chapter)
