Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

When Carl walked in the door, Frank vigilantly opened the curtains and looked outside, looking a little nervous.

In fact, this has worried his wife a little - especially since he killed the young men the other day.

Seeing Carl, his wife Maria Custer in a wheelchair, was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Karl! You came at a good time.

After that, she also glanced at Frank, who was staring, as if to hint at Carl to persuade his husband.

There's no way around it, and Frank has done enough to be a retired veteran with severe PTSD –

suspicious, gun-dead, and even shot young people who are said to be ordinary people.

Frank then pointed to another room: "Let's change rooms, shall we?"

"Of course." Carl agreed, looking at Maria before leaving, and said, "At times like these, I suggest you trust your husband, in New York, things are usually complicated."

After that, the two walked to the next door, leaving Maria who was thinking secretly.

Bang.

Closing the door, Frank said a little tiredly, "Actually, I'm still worried if you'll question me like my wife."

Carl smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that I reminded you to be vigilant?" And she can't be blamed for this, who made you unable to speak?

Frank was silent.

He did a lot in Afghanistan ... After being exposed, it was enough to be called a demon, and those things had become his nightmare.

Whether it was due to confidentiality requirements or his own moral suffering, he could not talk to his wife.

Every day he thinks that if his children and wife know that he is a murderer... What kind of eyes will they use to see themselves?

And strictly speaking, their attack had something to do with what he did.

Carl sat at the table, crossed his hands, and said lightly: "Frank, I'll be blunt, I want to know what you went through in Afghanistan - you should know that I definitely didn't come to kill you." "

In Frank's perception, there is a group of people who seem to be eyeing their families because of him.

And Carl, if he was with them, there was no need to save the Custer family, who were on the verge of death, and warned himself that things might not be simple.

But... Those things are very serious, so to speak... If exposed, it will harm the "national interest".

Looking at Frank, who hesitated, Carl said: "You are hesitating, in order to show sincerity, I can tell you what I want you to do."

I plan to start my own arms company.

Frank looked at Carl in surprise.

"Yes, I'm going it alone – so I need political support to help me get the qualifications.

You've been working for the Eagle Country all your life, and if anyone is interested in killing you, it can only be them, so I think you may be my entry point.

"You want some secrets from me in exchange for support?" Frank instantly understood what was going on, "But it's going to be dangerous." "

The official Eagle Country is not unified, and if the ruling party decides to go to war, then the opposition party will oppose it.

Then the mistakes of the ruling party will also be the direction of attack of the opposition party.

Carl is new to politics, and a piece of news of sufficient weight can be useful.

It's just that such a big thing as going to war must be more or less tacitly approved by both groups, and the interests involved are quite complex, unlike other things.

And it's not enough to have news, you have to have strength, otherwise it's easy to play and mess up.

"Frank, if you want to live safely and comfortably, you always have to go through such a process, we all understand."

Carl tried to convince Frank, but didn't say too many details – because he found himself that he couldn't actually say much.

Frank could also have fallen to the other side in exchange for the safety of his wife and children - because they are still alive, Frank is not yet the jealous punisher.

Carl didn't want to bet too much on Frank.

So he continued: "I can't say much, but the party you previously chose to believe has shown its fangs, are you going to continue to go back and beg for protection, or choose a new partner?"

To Carl's surprise, Frank didn't hesitate long and nodded immediately.

In fact, this does not require multiple selections at all.

On the other side are the ruthless bureaucracy that has ignored their decades of service, and on the other side are friendly young people who will do whatever it takes to save their families at the first meeting.

Perhaps Carl was ambitious, but for Frank, it was far better than the herd of beasts.

"I only have one request, I want those bastards who want to hurt my family, retribution."

"Simple request, or rather, that's what I'm trying to do – so let's start sorting out my thoughts, shall we?"

......

Things are pretty much the same as Karl remembers.

Frank is in Afghanistan under the orders of a mysterious military officer from the CIA.

Codenamed "Cerberus", their squad specializes in kidnapping, beheading, and assassinating high-value targets, but along the way, they also do something....

He knows what really might not be as glamorous.

But Frank never asked much, he was a qualified soldier, and the only thing he wanted to do was follow orders, complete the mission, and go home to be reunited.

Until one time, they kidnapped a young local policeman, then tortured him, and finally even killed him outright!

This matter is outrageous enough - that policeman is a civilian!

Killing civilians in combat is illegal everywhere!

Frank was an honest man and didn't ask much, but he vaguely felt that which young man was killed entirely because he was tracking something....

“... All I knew was that he was a police officer and seemed to be tracking down drug dealers, and then he was kidnapped by us.

Frank said with some unease.

"So the details and the evidence are not in your hands." Carl touched his chin, "What about the rest of the squad?" "

They," Frank paused, "basically all died on a mission where we were trapped in the war zone by the enemy for three days, and only me and another comrade survived."

Frank had fought nine battles in his military career that seemed like nothing in retrospect – at most the most dangerous battles he had ever experienced.

The reason is that once these two things are connected, something is wrong.

The Cerberus Squad is clearly doing a dishonorable mission, even violating international law and the laws of the Eagle Country itself.

And at the end of the mission period of the Cerberus Squad, they were sent on an almost mortal mission!

If Frank hadn't been tough, he and another teammate would have died there!

Frank muttered, "... That fucking rain of shells and bullets went on for three whole days..."

"It looks like things are really complicated." Carl whistled, "If you don't have proof, what about that other teammate?" "

He is a machine gunner and a sapper ... If you say that, he seems to have actually recorded something in action--" Frank suddenly stood up as if he had reacted, "We need to find him!" Maybe they've already done it!

"Then we'll go find him, where is he?"

"He... It seems to be on the outskirts of New York City.

"That's troublesome."

New York City suburbs? Isn't that the ideal place to kill and throw corpses?

This remaining one actually lives so far away?

Carl originally wanted to take out his mobile phone and call Peter as a bodyguard, but after thinking left and right, he gave up the idea.

There is no need for minors to be involved in this matter, Spider-Man still does what Spider-Man should do.

And it's just right to experiment with new equipment.

"Let's go home first, and then go find him."

"Wait a minute." Frank said, "What about my family? If I leave here..."

"Don't worry, of course I'll have security."

While speaking, Karl called the Silver Sable Security Company, as a big patron, it was certainly not difficult for them to send a few people to protect the Custer family.

The Black-footed Cat Base required manpower from the entire security company after it was developed, but it is not needed now.

It's not a big deal to let them protect the people here.

After all this, Carl walked to the side of the road and stopped a car.

"Wait a minute... So we take a taxi? Frank was a little confused.

"Uh... In short, my main way to travel now is to take a taxi. Carl shrugged.

The taxi stopped in front of the two, and the driver rolled down the window, revealing his true face.

As a result, this dew made Carl discover great fun: this is a red-haired beauty, sweet looking, hot body.

"Hey, two handsome guys, where to go?"

Carl said with interest: "First to Queens, then to the suburbs of New York City, we have some things to do. "

Since you came up by S.H.I.E.L.D. yourself, then don't blame me for letting you do free labor.

And political things, they play quite skillfully.