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"I don't believe it," he said. "I don't believe your agents went awry when they infiltrated Langley, and I don't believe William was in the way. Victoria Hand, I know you, don't lie to me. .”

"Just a euphemism, Frank Custer." Victoria Hand frowned.She felt that the dirty water splashed on the ground might seep into her high-heeled leather shoes at any time, and she hated this feeling.She should have been standing on the clean and tidy deck of the aircraft carrier command room giving orders now, but for this mission, she had to come to the Clinton District in person, a terrible environment known as Hell's Kitchen. "William Roslin, Agent Orange... The mission he performed was a black operation of the CIA. He completed this mission and then obtained his current position. The CIA taught local farmers to grow poppies, rough processed them and transported them back to the country. He It’s related to a previous drug trafficking case in New York. Someone once sent a CIA agent responsible for drug trafficking in New York to the police station, and then——”

"—and then released on bail?"

Victoria Hand nodded.

"Yes, the agent got into a black car after leaving the police station. We couldn't trace the information about that car." She said, "According to the video surveillance along the road, we found that car in the Hudson River. agent's body. If you want to know the cause of death, it was strangulation. If you want to get to the bottom of this whole thing, you're going to have to work with us, Frank Custer. You can't do it alone, you're facing The truth is not that simple."

"William Roslin?"

"Orange Agent William Roslin wouldn't give in, and we were pressed for time." Victoria Hand shrugged. "So we took his head and kept it active while we mined it for information. I know that sounds like It seems incredible, but by the time the search is complete, William Rosling will know everything."

"I'll join." Victoria couldn't see Frank Castle's expression, he always lowered his head.Yet she knew he had moved the gun away. "Whatever your master wants, I'll join. Just don't let that kind of thing come to me again."

"You can't just agree to this, Frank!" David Lieberman, also known as "Chip", a former National Security Agency intelligence analyst with messy curly hair, shouted and jumped up from his chair. "We don't know what those unknown people want! Maybe they just want to find out our details, find out how many of us there are and kill us all! Are you sure you are not being followed? You didn't tell me Name it! Do you have one?"

Frank Custer just glanced at his temporary partner, and then continued to sit on the old sofa bed and polish his sccycpx-2 micro pistol.It was this pocket pistol that he brought with him to negotiate with Victoria Hand, but he never took it out once.

"Those people contacted you through your number, right? Are you sure you didn't give them your phone number?"

Frank glanced at him.

"Really? Give me your phone quickly." David Lieberman stretched out his hand.Facing Frank's doubtful eyes, he suddenly became irritable, "Don't fucking ask why, just give me that damn phone!" Frank obeyed silently.The chip, that is, David Lieberman, simply broke off the phone, took out the SIM card and inserted it into a device that Frank didn't know what it was used for.After a period of unexplained beatings that were far beyond Frank's knowledge, David Lieberman finally relaxed. "You need to change your number." He said, "Since I can track you, those people can also use your mobile phone number to locate your location. I don't want this to be exposed. You have to be careful, many people want to If both of us die, we will be like an isolated island in the sea, and the sea is full of sharks. Even the ones that look like dolphins cannot be trusted, because no one knows what they want to fuck..."

"They are people from SHIELD in the past." Frank Castle interrupted David's increasingly outrageous words.He said solemnly, "What they want is me. They want me to train soldiers for them."

"SHIELD?! Well, now we are related to terrorists again!" David Lieberman slumped down on his swivel chair as if his strength had been drained, almost throwing away his cotton slippers. Got out.He looked up at the light tube above his head, "What should we do now? Do we listen to the orders of those SHIELD people?"

Frank Custer was silent, picking up the next gun and polishing it.He has many weapons to maintain.When he reached an agreement with Victoria Hand, he received assistance from the Immortal City-the method of providing assistance was complicated and safe, and a total of three second-hand vans were replaced, enough to save Frank Castle's The hypochondria feels safe.In addition to the regular guns and rocket launchers, Victoria Hand also gave him a mysterious suitcase containing a weapon that could only be used a few times.Frank Custer couldn't figure out how to take the thing apart, so he took the instruction manual and studied it. "Heavy hydrogen heating, magnetic confinement, plasma, particle accelerator... use it three times and then throw it at the enemy... David, how hot is a solar flare? F*uck!"

"About tens of millions of Kelvin? I don't know, why do you ask?

Frank Custer threw away the manual and pointed to the weapon in the suitcase, "You won't believe it. It is said that this thing can actually release energy that can reach the temperature of a solar flare."

"They gave you a high-tech gadget?" David jumped up, moving as far away from the suitcase as possible. "Sounds like a bomb!"

"I don't think they want my life. They don't have to do that." Frank pointed to the file on the table with his chin. "They will hand me a document, which probably contains the CIA's black operations." , [Operation Cerberus] that I participated in is just one of them. The CIA has many other such operations, and Agent Orange is just one of them. But that's none of my business, they promised to give me information."

"You believe them?"

"No, but they can help. That's enough."

David shrugged and touched his beard, which he hadn't shaved for a long time. "You know what? You don't have to pay your whole life, Frank. I'm investigating this so that one day I can meet Sarah again, and you can start your new life after that."

Frank Castle was silent.

"You don't have to put on this tough guy face for me, Frank," David said. "Have you ever thought about life after this is over? Huh? Don't tell me you haven't."

"No, I dream about my family every day, David. Every day I dream about them dying in front of me, with blood and brains splashing on my face as hot as lava. I can't do anything but watch. Watch them get killed." David saw Frank's skin turn red, and the veins in his neck were beating like crazy and almost exploding as if a miniature bomb was installed.Even so, Frank Custer did not vent his violence and anger, but forced himself to sit on that damn eighteen-hand sofa chair and roared with anger and a deep voice that could almost burn his skin. "No, David, I won't think about it before revenge. I need their blood, their pain, or I can't sleep peacefully. Do you understand, David, do you understand?"