"Dad, I..."
Jill and Frank were sitting in a restaurant, and Jill was talking a little at a loss.
Although meeting his father was something he had always wanted to do, when he actually saw his father, he didn't know what to say.
"Jill, I'm sorry."
Frank looked at his son, tears welling up in the tough man's eyes.
He lost his wife and daughter in the previous "accident", and now only this poor son is left alive.
Originally filled with only the word revenge, he finally lost control of his emotions.
Frank carefully stretched out his hand and wanted to rub his son's head.
But it stopped halfway, trembling uncontrollably.
"Dad, it's so great to see you!"
Jill stretched out her hand and grabbed Frank's palm that was still in mid-air.
He could feel the rough hands covered with calluses, and he could also feel the warmth coming from his palms.
He had no resentment towards his father.
That was all just an "accident", wasn't it?
Gil, who had personally experienced the process of death, although he wanted to cry loudly and throw himself into his father's arms, he still tried hard to control his emotions.
The grief in his father's heart was not much less than his, and at this time, only he could bring some trivial comfort to his father.
Frank looked at Jill's red eyes. He was overcome with sadness for a moment. His child was trying to comfort him. How could he continue to be immersed in grief?
"Jil, whatever you want to eat, daddy will allow you."
Frank looked at Jill in front of him, and his cold face was like ice thawing, revealing tenderness.
Except for the red eyes of the father and son, there is no other place that can tell how much grief the father and son have experienced in their hearts.
…
Rumlow, wearing a smart suit, walked into the main entrance of the Continental Hotel.
This place is the base camp of killers, and everyone seen here is a killer.
Even if an unsuspecting visitor occasionally comes in, he will be turned away for reasons such as the room is full.
This place was meant to serve killers, and now Rumlow follows Dugan's request and comes here to issue a mission, just to find the killer monkey.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
The hotel front desk glanced at Rumlow and immediately knew that this guy was not a resident of the hotel.
However, the neat appearance made the front desk understand that this guy was not one of those tourists who entered by mistake.
"I need to post a task and don't know where to start?"
While Rumlow was speaking, a coin common to the Continental Hotel appeared on his hand spinning on his fingertips.
This coin is universal within the confines of the High Table, and this coin was given to him specifically by Dugan.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Rumlow to even issue the mission.
Although the scum in the dark side can still release tasks, in order to avoid being discovered by the Hydra hidden in SHIELD, Dugan still asked Rumlow to come 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 this coin hadn't been the witness, and Rumlow wasn't an outsider, he would never have said anything more.
Anyway, you need to pay a tip of one coin to enter that place, and this guy Rumlow has the ticket money on his hand.
Rumlow strode in the direction he pointed. It was very normal to carry weapons in this place, so he didn't have to worry about the firearms on him being taken away when he entered the door.
On the way to the elevator, he passed by a guy with long hair and bruises on his face. At that moment, he felt something akin to a threat.
Rumlow looked at the other party for a moment, and then acted according to his own goals.
"John Wick, interesting."
Rumlow just murmured in his mind. 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.
…
After completing the mission announcement, Rumlow walked out of the Continental Hotel with a relaxed pace. He looked at the sky starting to become gloomy and felt a little emotional for a moment.
At this time, it was time for him to return to the tavern and continue discussing the next step with his old instructor.
At the same time, Luke Cage and Matthew Murdock, who were training on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, were staying in the stone house.
Luke's coat was riddled with all kinds of damage, and it looked like his defenses were helping him.
As for Matthew, he saw various scratches on his body, as well as a head of curly hair that had been burnt by fire.
They had just passed the first level of the trial. The moment they passed the trial, they all felt that their bodies seemed to have changed slightly.
For the native barbarians, the process of passing through the secret realm is a process of stimulating the Nephalem blood in the body, but for these two ordinary humans, what they got was a trace of the Nephalem blood.
Compared with what a native barbarian could achieve, they did not get even one percent of the total harvest.
But that's not important. In this trial, Luke gained valuable fighting experience, and he didn't see any injuries on his body.
Perhaps it was because that group of zombies couldn't even scratch his skin.
Just when he faced some guys who were obviously not human, he felt that he could use the power of his body freely and intelligently without worrying about killing people.
Then he was pushed to the ground by three zombies, and they touched him.
However, this level of damage was nothing compared to the iron rods that fell from time to time.
With just one turn, he escaped from the control of the walking zombies, and then wielded the sword and chopped those guys into two pieces.
Compared to Luke, who had good defense, Matthew's experience was more pitiful.
Facing a whole group of fallen demons, he first endured a miserable chase, and then used simple traps in the secret realm to deal with the ordinary fallen demons wielding claws and wooden clubs.
Then his head was burned by the fireball thrown by the Sinking Demon Wizard.
Just as he was chasing the Sinking Demon Wizard, the Sinking Demons killed by the trap stood up again and continued to chase him.
At this moment Matthew stepped on a loose floor tile and luckily picked up a glove.
Hmm...a glove that's been used for a long time!
Although Matthew didn't know why this glove that felt a little broken to the touch made him like it from the bottom of his heart, it didn't stop him from feeling the power of this glove.
Just after he put on that glove, he had the defense to ignore the attacks of ordinary fallen demons, so he inserted the short stick in his hand into the eye socket of the fallen demon wizard against those messy attacks, and won the victory.
He felt that his body had become about 50% stronger. If he were to meet those black-clothed ninjas before, he would be 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 never thought that old man could send us to this magical place. I am stronger than before!"
Luke waved the war blade in his hand with one hand. Now he can finally swing it with one hand freely when using this heavy weapon...
"Have you ever wondered why he helped us like this?"
Matthew touched the magical glove on his hand, worried.
