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As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the training ground suddenly became awkward.

Eric also looked at Nisha.

Nisha glared at the sprinter who said this.

"Well, that's true. As you know, before these Reapers showed up, you and your companions were our biggest opponents, but I can guarantee that now all of them will obey you."

As soon as Nisha finished speaking, a guy who wanted to sabotage her appeared.

Harrett walked up to Eric with an unhappy look on his face.

"I won't obey him. There's no reason for me to be the boss right after I get here. Who would accept that? Don't you think so?"

As soon as Harrett said this, the other members of the Blood Guard also started to make a fuss.

"You guys! That's enough!"

Nisha wanted to stop them, but they just wouldn't listen to her.

Finally Eric spoke.

"That's enough. I'm here to cooperate, not to take care of children. Tell me, little devils, what do you want to do to make you behave yourself?"

"Who are you calling the little devil?"

Harrett went straight forward and grabbed Eric by the collar.

Eric looked at the big bald head in front of him and said calmly.

"Why, didn't anyone teach you that it's rude to grab someone by the collar like that?"

As he said that, he took a step forward, broke free from Harrett's big hand, grabbed a bomb on the table and stabbed it into the back of his head.

"Be careful what you say next time, or your head will explode."

Eric said, raising the remote control in his hand.

"You bastard!"

Harrett was furious and wanted to teach Eric a lesson, but because of the remote control in his hand, he was afraid that if he was not careful he would really get his head smashed.

Putting away the remote control, Eric took off his sunglasses, revealing his dark green eyes.

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

All the members of the vampire team were shocked to find out that Eric was actually a vampire! Didn't their intelligence say that Eric was just a half-human, half-vampire hybrid?

Under their horrified gazes, Eric slowly put on his sunglasses.

"Okay, since none of you are dissatisfied, let's get ready to go. Nisha, do you know which mother body is most likely to appear where?"

Nissa finally recovered from her shock and replied.

"Yes, according to our investigation, the mother Reaper is most likely in the House of Pain."

"Really? Let's go then."

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In the base, Mu En received Eric's message and immediately called Stark.

"What's up, Mu En, is there any news from Eric?"

Mu En nodded.

"Yes, he got information about the Reapers from the vampire elder, and the vampire elder also gave him an elite vampire team called the Blood Guard. Now they are planning to go to a place called the House of Pain to hunt down the mother Reaper."

"The House of Pain? What is this place? There is no such place in Jarvis' database."

Mu En rubbed his eyebrows.

"I think it might be a secret gathering place of vampires. It doesn't matter if I can't find it. I can determine its location through the positioning on Eric's body."

"I understand. Do we need to take action immediately?"

Mu En pondered for a moment.

"No need. Eric is no longer someone that ordinary vampires can deal with. We just need to wait and see."

Stark said with a smile.

"What I'm saying is, are we going to take action against the House of Pain?"

Muen immediately understood what Stark meant.

"Sure, why not?"

Chapter 111: Old Comrade

At a construction site, Frank dressed up as a demolition worker and swung a sledgehammer at the wall.

In the intelligence he had collected before, he discovered a detail, that is, the guy who was hiding behind the scenes selling memory particularly liked to use small gangs as a trading channel. And from the gangs he had eliminated before, he learned that there was a gang of workers on this construction site who wanted to contact the black hand behind the scenes in exchange for a high commission.

Therefore, he wanted to infiltrate this gang and take the opportunity to find out the real mastermind behind the scenes.

“Ding-dong! Ding-dong!”

Frank hammered hard on the broken wall with one hammer after another.

Behind him, a group of people were sitting on the table smoking and watching Frank working diligently. In their eyes, Frank was just a big fool with only brute force.

"You stupid bastard, how did your brain grow so big that you can't see someone here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

A timid voice sounded.

A young man pushing a scrap cart accidentally rubbed the clothes of a bearded worker. Frank recognized the young man at a glance. It was Nissen. But Frank pretended not to know him and worked on his own. He was here to check things and would never interfere in other matters before achieving his goal.

"Damn it, saying sorry is useful?"

The worker rushed forward and punched Nissen hard in the ribs. Nissen bent his body, covered his ribs with his hands, and backed away repeatedly.

The others, who all liked to watch the fun, started to make a fuss, whistling and swearing, and instigated Neeson to fight back.

"Come on, kid, fight back if you can!"

The bearded worker shouted and kicked him to the ground, leaving Neeson lying on the ground wailing.

"Boy, go home and drink your milk. This is not the place for you."

As he said this, the bearded worker took out Neeson's wallet from his pocket and slapped him hard in the face with his wallet.

"No! Give it back to me, you can't take him away."

Seeing his wallet being snatched, Neeson struggled to resist, but the bearded man kicked him again.

"Get away from me now while I don't want to kill anyone."

As he said this, he counted the money in Neeson's wallet, put the money into his pocket with a look of disgust, and threw Neeson's wallet into the cement pool, which caused a burst of laughter from the others.

Soon it was lunch time. The other workers put down their tools and walked towards the restaurant outside the construction site. Only Frank was left on the construction site, swinging a sledgehammer.

After being severely beaten, Nissen dared to fish his wallet out of the cement pool only after the bully workers left.

"Why don't you just work in the welfare home? Why do you want to come to this hellhole?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Neeson raised his head and looked around for the source of the sound. Soon he saw Frank swinging a sledgehammer against the wall.

"Teacher! Why are you here too?"

Neeson ran to Frank in surprise.

Frank didn't answer him, but just swung his hammer mechanically.

"You still have not answered my question."

Listening to Frank's words, Neeson lowered his head.

"My grandma is sick and needs a lot of money. Although the welfare home's treatment is very good, it is still far from enough, so I want to take advantage of my free time to come out and do some odd jobs."

Frank didn't look back, he just asked calmly while swinging the hammer.

"Where are your parents?"

"He died. He ran into a gang fight while out, and was killed by a grenade thrown out. I was the only one who survived by chance."

When Frank heard that it was a gang fight that caused the death of Neeson's parents, his hand paused noticeably, and then he continued swinging the hammer as if nothing had happened.

"Your other relatives?"

"I have no other relatives. When those so-called cousins ​​heard that my grandma was ill, they stopped answering my calls. When I went to their house to borrow money, they chased me out."

After hearing what Neeson said, Frank didn't ask any more questions and just swung his hammer.

Finally, he knocked down the last brick of the wall and took out a US dollar bill from his pocket.

"Go eat, and don't come back here after dinner."

"But teacher!"

Neeson took the money given by Frank and looked at Frank excitedly, but he only saw Frank waving his hand and walking towards the top floor.

After listening to Frank's words, Nissen hesitated for a long time, and finally walked out of the construction site.

On the rooftop, Frank sat on a water pipe, eating a frozen sandwich and looking out at the city.

"Frank, my old friend, it's been a long time since I last saw you."

A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Frank sounded.

Frank ate the sandwich in his hand in one bite and slowly turned his head. A familiar big bald black head appeared in front of him, but the big bald black head now had one less eye than before.

"Haha, Nick Fury, I didn't go to settle the score with you, but you still have the nerve to come to me on your own."

Frank's face did not show the expression that old friends should have. Instead, he looked as if he had seen an enemy, with murderous intent surging.

Nick Fury looked at Frank, who seemed a little down and out, and felt a sense of guilt in his heart, but it was quickly dispelled by his professional ethics as an agent.

"Old friend, I need your help."

Nick Fury stated the purpose of this trip straight away, because he knew that he couldn't beat around the bush when talking to Frank. The more he beat around the bush, the more likely he would anger him.

"Hehehehe, hahahaha."

Hearing what Nick Fury said, Frank laughed. He had never laughed so crazily before.

"Did I hear you right? You, the king of agents and the man who controls the largest intelligence system in New York, actually need my help? Is this true? Don't be ridiculous."

Nick Fury said with all seriousness in his eyes.

"Frank, I'm not kidding, I really need your help."

"enough!"

Frank suddenly yelled, he looked at Nick Fury coldly, and questioned him with his hand on Nick Fury's chest.

"Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when my wife died? Where were you when my child died?

My boy! Nick Custer! You gave him his name! Where were you when he died? What are you doing, Nick Fury! "

Faced with Frank's questioning, even Nick Fury, the king of agents, showed a sad look.

"Frank, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for what happened to you. It's not that I don't want to help you, but I was on the battlefield when you called me! I was facing enemy fire and bullets. I wanted to help you, but I couldn't do it!"

Frank laughed as he listened to Nick Fury's explanation, an explanation he had heard from Nick Fury countless times.

"What happened next? What were you doing when I prosecuted the murderer? With so much evidence, how could he get away with it? Why did you tell me about Nick Fury? Aren't you an agent of SHIELD? Can't you handle a gangster or an ordinary official? Is it too much to ask that I just hope he spends the rest of his life in prison?"

"Frank! You know, you should know, that man's identity is not simple, we can't send him to jail so easily! Even if he goes to jail, he will just be like a duck in water!"

"So! Let the guilty go unpunished!"

Frank grabbed Nick Fury by the collar and roared.

"Since you can't punish the guilty, let me do it! I'm Frank the Punisher! It was you, Nick Fury, who caused this!"

Nick Fury was also a little stunned when he heard Frank's hysterical roar. He didn't know what Frank had experienced in these years or what kind of life he had lived. He only knew that he must have had a hard time in these years.

"My friend, my comrade, why do you think you were able to kill so many gangsters and officials and get away with it? Do you know how many bounties and assassinations I have helped you block?"

"So? What were you going to say, Nick Fury? That we're even now?"

Frank's eyes turned cold as he looked at Nick Fury, and even his hatred and anger disappeared.

Looking at this old comrade who was like a stranger in front of him, Nick Fury was filled with mixed emotions.