Dark Savages Come To the United States

"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, but after he actually met 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 still alive.

Originally, the only word in his mind was revenge, but he finally lost control of his emotions.

Frank carefully stretched out his hand, trying to rub his son's head.

But it stopped halfway, trembling uncontrollably.

"Dad, it's great to see you!"

Jill reached out and grabbed Frank's mid-air palm.

He could feel the calluses on the rough hands, and he could feel the warmth from the palms.

For his father, he did not feel resentment.

It was just an "accident", wasn't it?

Jill, who had personally experienced the process of death, wanted to cry and fall into his father's arms, but he still tried his best to control his emotions.

The grief in his father's heart was not much less than his, and only he could bring his father some insignificant comfort at this time.

Frank looked at Jill's red eyes, and he felt angry for a moment. His child was trying to comfort him. How could he continue to be immersed in grief?

"Jill, Daddy promises you whatever you want to eat."

Frank looked at Jill in front of him, his cold face seemed to be thawed, revealing tenderness.

Except for the red eyes of the father and son, there is no other place to see what kind of grief the father and son have experienced in their hearts.

...

Rumlow, wearing a decent 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 there are occasional unsuspecting tourists who come in, they will be turned away on the grounds that the room is full.

This place was meant to serve the killers, and now Rumlow came here to issue a mission according to Dugan's request, just to find the killer monkey.

"Hi sir, how can I help you?"

The front desk of the hotel glanced at Rumlow and immediately knew that this guy was not a resident of the hotel.

But that neat attire made the front desk understand that this guy was not a tourist who strayed in.

"I need to post a mission and don't know where to start?"

While Rumlow was speaking, a coin that is common to the Continental Hotel had already appeared in his hand and was spinning at his fingertips.

This coin is common within the scope of the high table, and this coin was specially given to him by Dugan.

Otherwise, Rumlow might not even be able to issue tasks.

Although the task can be released through the scum in the dark side, but in order to avoid being found by the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., 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 kept silent again.

If it weren't for this coin to testify, if Rumlow was not an outsider, he would never have said more.

Anyway, you need to pay a tip of one coin to enter that place, and the guy Rumlow has already shown the ticket money in his hand.

Rumlow strode forward in the direction he pointed. It was quite normal to carry a weapon in this place, so he didn't have to worry about the gun being taken away during the process of entering the door.

On the way to the elevator, he passed a guy with long hair and a bruised face, and that moment made him feel a sense of threat.

Rumlow took a small look at the other party, and then acted according to his own goal.

"John Wick, interesting."

Rumlow just murmured in his heart, now he has no time to care about these things, what he has to do is a hundred times more important than observing a legendary killer.

...

Rumlow, who had completed the task release, walked out of the Continental Hotel with a relaxed pace. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he felt a little emotional for a moment.

At this time, it was time for him to return to the tavern and continue to discuss the next step with his old instructor.

Meanwhile, Luke Cage and Matthew Murdock, who were training at the Sacred Mountain in Harrogose, were staying in the stone house.

The coat on Luke's body is full of damage, and it looks like his defenses are helping him.

On Matthew's body, he saw various scratches and curly hair that had been scorched by fire.

They had just passed the first level of the trial, and at the moment they passed the trial, they all felt that their bodies seemed to have undergone slight changes.

For the original barbarians, the process of passing through the secret realm was a process of stimulating the Nephalem blood in their bodies, but for these two ordinary humans, what they got was such an insignificant Nephalem blood.

Compared with what a native savage could obtain, they didn't even get one percent of the total harvest.

But that doesn't matter. In this trial, Luke gained precious experience in fighting, and he didn't see any injuries on his body.

Perhaps it was because the group of walking corpses couldn't even scratch his skin.

Just when he was facing some guys who were obviously not human, he felt that he could use the strength of his body smoothly and smartly, and he didn't have to worry about killing people.

Then he was pushed down to the ground by three walking corpses, who beat him up and down.

But this level of damage is insignificant compared to the iron bars that Madock dropped from time to time.

With just a flip, he escaped from the walking corpse's control, and then swung his war blade to split those guys in two.

Compared with Luke, who has a good defense, Matthew's experience is more pitiful.

Facing a whole team of Fallen Demons, he first endured a miserable chase, and then used the simple traps in the secret realm to deal with those ordinary Fallen Demons wielding their claws and wooden clubs.

Then he was burned on the head by the fireball thrown by the fallen magician.

Just as he was chasing the fallen demon wizard, those fallen demons who were killed by the trap stood up again and continued to chase him.

At this moment Matthew stepped on a loose floor tile and got lucky and picked up a glove.

Hmm...a long-used glove!

Although Matthew didn't know why this somewhat broken glove could make him love it from the bottom of his heart, it didn't prevent him from feeling the power of this glove.

Just after he put on the glove, he had the defense to ignore the attacks of ordinary fallen demons, so he resisted those messy attacks and inserted the short stick in his hand into the eye sockets of the fallen demon wizards, and won the victory.

He felt that his body had become about 50% stronger. If the current him met 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 samurai swords in the hands of those ninjas.

"I really didn't expect that old man to send us to this magical place. I am stronger than before!"

Luke waved the battle blade with one hand, and now he can finally swing it with one hand freely when using this heavy weapon...

"You, have you ever wondered why he helped us like this?"

Matthew touched the magic glove in his hand, feeling a little worried.

As of 2:00 noon, a total of 50 chapters are owed.

The next step is to add more according to the new ratio.

Regarding the issue of the heroine, I have read everyone's comments, and I have also determined the direction to deal with next.

There will be friends, there will be no partners.

Thank you all so much for your messages.

New week, new recommendations. As always, I change three times a day, and I will start repaying the owed changes on the day it is put on the shelves.

I also hope that everyone can vote for me as always, and I will work hard to update to repay everyone's support.

The author paused.