A god of beauty

Chapter 122 Your Wife and Children Have Been Digged Out
Kennedy Airport.

The full name is New York John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, a world-famous civil airport, a major aviation hub in the world, one of the busiest airports in the world, one of the most expensive airports in the world, and one of the largest airports in the world .

Waiting room.

Men's toilet.

Bang!
Hearing that several clients and judges had died unexpectedly, the middle-aged lawyer who had interrupted his journey to South Africa was pushing open the compartment door to get on the plane. With a bang, the compartment door slammed heavily on the lawyer's nose .

In an instant.

Nosebleeds all over my face.

"Please don't..."

"Shhhhhh!"

Wearing a jacket with a skull T-shirt inside, Frank Cassell, the punisher who already had nothing in his heart, looked at the lawyer who was slumped on the toilet and praying for his life with a blank expression.

The lawyer was beating drums in his heart, and his tone was flustered: "...you won, you...you killed everyone, the speeding gang, the black team, the Irish gang... are all gone."

"Yeah, almost gone."

Frank Cassel's tone was very low, and in a word, it was just one sentence. You can tell that this is a straight man through the voice. If you have to describe it, it is still one sentence, this steel straight man...

10 minute later.

Looking at the lawyer strangled to death by his tie on the toilet, Frank couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

but……

What comes up immediately after the joy is the sense of loneliness and sadness that is difficult to hide, like the tide hitting the shore, with one wave higher than the other.

How about revenge?
his wife.

his daughter.

...all gone.

Wearing a hood, zipping it up, and walking out of the airport with a calm face, Frank Cassel, who was about to disappear from the world, was about to stop a taxi when he suddenly heard a whistle.

Frank heard the sound and looked.

Lake, who was standing beside the driver's seat of the sterling silver version of the Tezerola sports car, lifted the Bourbon on the handle with his right hand and gestured to Frank with a smile.

Frank frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Lake said lightly: "Sometimes, death can actually be reversed, Frank."

Frank paused slightly.

next second.

Boom.

Lake stared at Frank who was like a cheetah sprinting in front of him from ten meters away in an instant, and his eyelids couldn't help twitching.

This is a challenge that I am happy to see.

Breaking through the limits of human beings, Frank Cassel, known as being below the gods and above everyone, standing at the pinnacle of the strongest combat power of mankind, is indeed well-deserved of his reputation.

This man has great talent.

Just like the ancient kings were stingy with rewards, Lake was not stingy at all, and even, Lake was willing and willing to share his authority with others.

If you want to achieve great things, you must be stingy.

Just right.

Lake has an excellent god-bit here to complement Frank Cassell.

grim Reaper!

Hades.

Yes.

In an alternate universe, Frank Cassell was once a mortal feared by everyone, even Thor.

Hades, then, is the god everyone fears, everyone keeps him at arm's length.

The two are a good match.

Most importantly, Frank loved Bourbon, and, like Lake, he was a tit for tat type.

This is good.

Frank's voice was low, and he stared straight at Lake: "What are you talking about?"

Lake smiled slightly, lowered his head and took out the photo he found in the luxury container room of the Grishke base from his arms: "This is yours, right?"

Frank took the photo, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Have you been to Grishke?"

Lake mentioned the bourbon in his hand: "I have wine, I have time, you have stories, and for you, time also has time."

Frank looked up at Lake: "Who are you?"

Lake opened the car door, got in and said, "A god who can reverse death."

This is true.

It is so in Valoran.

Here, too.

After half an hour.

Star Building.

Frank got out of the car and glanced at the pizza and hamburger stalls across the road that were open even at ten o'clock in the evening, with a strange look in his eyes.

soon.

The elevator goes up.

With a ding-dong sound, the 65th floor arrived. Lake invited Frank into the room and said, "You're welcome, just sit down."

Frank looked at Lake who closed the door in silence and asked again in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Lecter walked towards the bar with the empty bottle that Frank drank directly in the car: "You might as well talk about it first."

Frank stared at Lake coldly: "I don't like playing games."

Lake took out a new bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, took out two wine glasses, and looked at Frank with a faint smile: "Aren't you tired of standing and talking?"

Frank said blankly: "Not tired."

Lake laughed, this is a wonderful person, he likes it.

"Ok."

Lake nodded and smiled, "Then I'll just say it straight, Frank, you are very strong, and I appreciate you."

Everyone is a straight man of steel, beating around the bush or something, since you don't like it, then just go straight.

"You don't know me at all."

"Yes, I just heard about you, but that doesn't stop me from admiring you."

Lake said so.

Frank is strong or not, strong.

Whether Frank is a hero, to some extent, if judged by Marvel's personality cult values, there is no doubt that it is.

Lake came here to save this universe and lead the rebirth of this dying universe.

He is a good god.

That being the case, a good god must satisfy the good god's personality, for example, to help some heroes make up for their regrets...

Lake pushed a glass of bourbon across the way, and sat down a gesture of invitation towards Frank.

Frank was silent for a while, then walked across to Lake and sat down.

Lake lifted the bourbon slightly higher.

The two cups meet.

Lake took a sip of bourbon and said to Frank: "Frank, if I tell you, I have sent people to the Greenwood Cemetery to dig out your wife and daughter..."

"Oh!"

Frank crushed the wine glass with his bare hands, his eyes were instantly red, and he glared at Lake like an evil spirit from hell: "You... say... what... what."

Lake's expression remained unchanged: "If I am telling you that the purpose of digging out Maria and Lisa is to let them reunite, what expression do you have?"

Frank's pupils narrowed.

Lake held the cup and smiled slightly.

When it comes to tourist attractions in New York, many people first think of prosperous places such as the Empire State Building, Times Square, and Fifth Avenue.

But Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn, New York City is also a major tourist attraction.

With a long history and beautiful scenery, it is also the resting place of many celebrities. Frank's wife and daughter are buried in this cemetery.

Lake made a phone call on his way to JFK.

It wasn't anyone else who ran over there to dig the grave, but a group of people under Natasha who had just been promoted to acting director of operations.

Look.

This is the result of people in the DPRK doing things well.

Frank said in a deep voice: "No one can reverse death."

Lake shrugged: "It's true that people can't do it, but I'm sorry, I am a god, a god, and I can do whatever I want."

Frank: "..."

(End of this chapter)