The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

The moment the prosecutor and the defense lawyer met each other's eyes, both of them were somewhat dumbfounded.

after all……

They all expect each other to die first, and then they can delay each other for a while.

But now?

The big black prosecutor Thomson was the quickest to come back to his senses. He picked up the backpack that had just fallen on the ground, and walked towards a toilet in the distance without looking back.

The defense lawyer also turned around and left.

In the bathroom.

Boom.

After the big black prosecutor Thomson locked the toilet door, he sat on the toilet cover and wiped his face. His face was full of resentment, and he scolded the incompetent New York Police Department in his heart.

It's been so long, and as a result, the New York Police Department seems to have forgotten about this case, and up to now, the culprit has not been arrested.

Incompetent.

at this time.

Boom!

"what……"

"Woo!"

The big black prosecutor looked at the toilet door that was kicked open with horror on his face, and then watched a man with a hood and a T-shirt with a skull print appear in front of him instantly.

"Shhhhhh!"

Frank directly covered the big black prosecutor's terrified face with thick black lips that wanted to scream with his right hand, and in a hoarse tone, he seemed to be comforting the big black prosecutor: "Quiet, quiet, don't get excited, This is what you said."

The big black prosecutor whimpered.

Clang.

Accompanied by the eyes of the big black prosecutor who froze, a sharp dagger appeared in Frank's right hand, and his hoarse voice matched his haggard face after traveling three thousand miles that night, and said calmly: "Now, you have two choices. , either, you go to die, or, I let you taste the pain after the life and death of your wife and children, which one do you choose, respected Mr. Prosecutor."

"Woooo..."

"Feel sorry."

The big black prosecutor didn't choose to scream at the moment when Frank's right hand just let go, but gasped heavily and tried to get Frank to put down the butcher knife in a panicked tone: "Mr. Custer, that's our only... woo !"

"only?"

"Woohoo!"

"choose?"

"Wooooow!"

"Puff puff puff!"

"Uh uh uh……"

Accompanied by the shaking of the toilet cubicle, soon the shaking sound gradually disappeared. At this moment, the big black prosecutor, with his chest like a rag doll, leaned limply on the toilet, and the blood flowed with the dozens of people on his body. Each hole is constantly overflowing.

soon.

The smell of blood came out.

At the same time, in the restroom not far away, the body belonging to the defense lawyer had been found. With a scream, Kennedy Airport instantly entered alert mode.

but……

By the time the police officers at the airport found the body of the big black prosecutor, Frank had once again disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

Logically speaking.

Two dead bodies appeared in the washroom of New York International Airport. This matter must be related to homeland security. After all, no one knows whether there will be any murderer who pretended to be these two people and mixed into some flight.

The airport was also planning to do something, but after the Department of Homeland Security came over and saw the two corpses, they pulled the two corpses away, and the security at the airport was lifted.

Except for the woman who found the body first, nearly 90% of the passengers at the airport didn't know what happened in the toilet at the airport just now.

the next day.

After Lake woke up, he drove back to the New York cemetery.

as predicted.

Frank, who was wearing a hood and a skull, sat cross-legged in front of the tombstones of his wife, daughter and son, motionless, like a living dead.

Lake walked over, glanced at Frank's expression, and couldn't help being startled.

Frank's whole body showed a look of decline, and his energy and energy were directly sluggish to the extreme. It seemed that his energy and spirit were all pulled away at the moment the revenge was completed.

but……

Running three thousand miles overnight, with a knife in hand, from Arizona to New York City with a dagger in hand, frankly speaking, even if there is a plane and a special car to pick up and drop off, it is still quite tiring.

and.

Frank was suppressed by a group of birdmen for more than a month before. Although he had been replenished with a large blood bottle, his already depleted body was like continuous blood loss. The injury.

But that's fine too.

Anyway, this body can also be thrown away.

Just before Lake came, George called him. He couldn't handle the matter of the apartment building anymore. Because Tuca's death directly turned the case into an interstate case, so the FBI took it over. .

With the departure of the second-generation Hoover, the relationship between Lake's homeland security and the current FBI has also left from the honeymoon period. It cannot be said that they have directly become enemies, but they are no longer as close as they used to be. .

and……

The newly appointed director of the FBI is also a big black, and Lake is even more lazy to deal with this group of guys.

Lake looked at his arrival, turned a blind eye to him, Frank who turned a blind eye: "It is estimated that in ten minutes, people from the FBI will come to arrest you."

Frank's lifeless eyes focused on a little color and nodded.

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Resigned to fate?"

Frank shook his head, staring at the photo on the tombstone: "I miss my girl."

Lake: "..."

What the hell.

Did I come here to eat dog food? Is it possible to eat dog food in this kind of place?

Lake was tired for a while, sighed, swung his right hand, and threw a pistol in front of Frank.

Frank stared down at the pistol that fell in front of him.

"Do you believe me?"

"letter."

"Then you commit suicide, I will take you to see Maria and the others."

"……it is good!"

When Frank heard Lake's words, there was a swish, and the billowing fireworks rekindled in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Lake next to him. After watching Lake's face that didn't seem fake, he was silent for 0.5 seconds, and said directly: He said good, then grabbed the pistol that was thrown in front of him, pointed it directly at his temple, and pulled the trigger directly in a blink of an eye.

Not at all ambiguous and hesitant.

"boom!"

"Front!"

"Hurry up!"

"There's gunshots, dogs!"

"..."

Almost at the moment when Frank fell to the ground, following the appearance of a federal agent, he happened to see from a distance that the suspect they wanted to arrest held a pistol directly at his head and pulled the trigger .

next second.

White and red danced wildly for an instant, and then, with a bang, Frank, who had completely lost any expression in his eyes, went straight to the bluestone floor on one side and fell down.

"Fack!"

The federal agent ran over and quickly straightened Frank who had fallen to the ground. After testing Frank's breathing, he couldn't help cursing angrily.

case……

That's it?

The suspects all committed suicide in fear of crime, but isn't the case over?

So we come to a lonely?

The federal agents who also came out from the woods behind looked at this scene and looked at each other in blank dismay.

In hell dimension.

Lake directly blasted out of the Chaos Hades, and at the moment when Frank's soul was about to enter the passage of hell, he directly snatched it over. By the way, watching Mephisto rushing towards with the great sword of hellfire, once again, with Mophisto Fisto fought together.

as always.

Lake performed a bit this time, and after Mephisto tripped accidentally again, snatched another ray of the original power of hell, and took Frank's soul through the gate of the Chaos Hades, and came to Belonging to his underworld.

next second.

When Frank, who was in the state of soul, saw his wife Maria and his daughter Martha, he naturally put on a show of warmth.

But……

When this warm drama began to turn into a brazen kissing drama, Lake stopped with his eyebrows beating.

Frank and Maria, who were in a state of ecstasy, heard the disturbing cough, and they came back to their senses. Then, they looked at each other and smiled without embarrassment.

Frank even returned to his previous appearance, holding his lost and recovered wife Maria, and turned to look at Lake: "Can't you cough later?"

Lake said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid that you will go one step further and do shameful things directly on Netherland, and bring down those pure souls in Netherland."

The souls in the soul gift package obtained from the lottery are the most simple souls. To put it simply, those souls are just souls, without any desires.

It can be said……

These souls can become hell creatures in hell, but if they are in heaven, they can also transform into the purest angels directly.

Frank shrugged: "I'm already dead, do I still need to worry about this?"

Lake said angrily: "Do you think I let you die just to reunite you and Maria?"

Frank shook his head: "I don't think so either, so what do you want me to do for you, help you manage this place?"

Lake rolled his eyes: "Just you, you can easily be brainwashed by that group of birdmen and let you manage my underworld. I'm afraid you will bring my underworld to collective mutiny."

Frank blushed slightly, coughed and said, "The group of damn bird people used Maria's voice and appearance to confuse me, and I found out later."

Lake sneered: "If I didn't want to break up with you, would you have found out so quickly?"

The corners of Frank's eyes twitched, and he changed the subject directly: "Okay, then what do you want to do, to be a coolie for you, to be a cow or a horse? Well, I admit it, who told you to save Maria."

Lake laughed and said: "Then you don't have to be a cow, but you are right, it is not impossible to let you manage the Hades, I will give you this opportunity, have you seen the one hundred and eight magic stars in the sky?"

Frank looked up in the direction of Lake's finger.

One hundred and eight magic stars, shining brightly!

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