The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 521 Intelligent Life Locked

Frank bent down and picked up the finger-thick object that had fallen to the ground. When he looked closely, he found that it was something wrapped in plastic.

Although the package hadn't been opened yet, Frank had already figured out what it was. It was the energy bar distributed by the army to the soldiers.

Although military rations are sold on the market, they are all gimmicky products, not real military rations. For example, the energy bar in front of you is not something that ordinary people can get, let alone the mentally ill person in front of you.

Frank's hand holding the energy bar couldn't stop shaking. In order to prevent himself from crushing this only evidence, Frank could only put it on the table beside him.

Frank had never felt this kind of emotion before. He felt his brain trembling, his heart seemed to be burning with fire, his lungs were burning, and his limbs seemed to no longer obey his commands. He even had to tremble to complete the simple action of standing up.

"Why?" Frank put his hands on the table and asked calmly at first, then he suddenly jumped up and overturned the whole table to the ground.

All the bottles and jars on the table fell to the ground, and the murderer was about to be revealed. It was the unit he once served in.

It makes sense that Frank was a test subject of a top-secret plan, and now that the plan has been exposed, the military can't just sit back and do nothing about this inhumane plan and let it ferment naturally.

If the experimental subjects who turned into monsters cannot be dealt with, then the military family members who know some inside information will naturally be the primary target. It is natural to clean them up. The funny thing is that Frank is still self-righteous and wants to live a good life with his family.

The military may be thinking of killing the experimental subjects' families first, and then dealing with them after they turned into monsters. The reason they gave these soldiers houses was probably to make it easier to track their whereabouts.

But the military obviously did not expect that Frank had the chance to transform back from a monster into a human being, and escaped from New York back to his home without stopping. Unfortunately, everything was too late. When Frank returned, he only saw five cold corpses.

As for that mentally ill person, he is probably just a scapegoat found by the military. When the time comes, they will ask the police to put all the blame on that mentally ill person, and the military can get away with it perfectly.

Thinking of this, Frank walked without stopping towards another house not far away. That was the home of another experimental subject. Frank's family moved in with them. They smiled and promised to take care of each other whether in the army or at home.

Sure enough, Frank used the same method to break into the man's house, but only saw the bodies of the man's wife and mother. Perhaps because they were too close, the military did not arrange a second mental patient. They probably thought one scapegoat was enough, and more would arouse suspicion.

Frank understood that the families of the remaining forty experimental subjects would probably suffer the same fate.

Frank kept his promise and buried the man's wife and mother. Because it was already daytime, even though there was no one in the town, there were still people walking on the streets.

These people naturally noticed Frank. Faced with Frank covered in blood, they chose to call the police. There was no police station in the small town, so they could only temporarily dispatch police from the neighboring town.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why the military chose this place.

After Frank buried the body, the police arrived. Seeing Frank's appearance, the two policemen immediately drew their guns and asked Frank to drop the shovel in his hand.

Frank no longer believed in anything in this country. He first threw away the shovel in his hand to attract the attention of the police, and then pulled out the pistol hidden in his belt. This gun was just found in the home of the experimental subject.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots were heard in succession, and Frank's precise shooting skills knocked the guns out of the hands of the policemen. The policemen who lost their guns were like rabbits at a loss. One of the policemen wanted to pick up his gun but was threatened by Frank with a gunshot.

"If you don't want to die, go back!"

Frank threatened coldly, and the two policemen raised their hands and dared not move. Seeing this, Frank raised his pistol and walked backwards into the house. He was ready to drive away and look for an opportunity for revenge.

"boom!"

At this moment, another gunshot was heard. Frank felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He immediately realized that he had been shot. Not daring to delay, Frank ignored the two policemen and crawled back into the house.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A few more gunshots rang out. The man clearly didn't want to let Frank go, but Frank quickly got into the house. "Fuck!"

With a curse, the two policemen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fully armed man getting out of a car parked on the side of the house. They were about to ask who the man was but the other party skillfully threw out an ID.

"Stop asking questions that you don't need to ask. Now pick up your guns and help me kill that criminal." The man put away his ID, then raised his pistol and walked towards the house.

A higher-ranking official can crush a person to death. The two policemen considered themselves unlucky, picked up their guns, and followed the man on tiptoe.

William Rawlins felt that he was very unlucky. Not only was he assigned to perform this kind of clean-up mission, but he also didn't expect that something would go wrong when he thought he had completed it and was about to drive away. Fortunately, he saw the police car on the way back and was careful, otherwise there might really be some omissions.

'I'm going to give that son of a bitch a lesson when I find him,' William thought viciously.

"Did something fly into the house through the window?"

A policeman following behind William whispered to his partner.

"Don't talk too much." The partner glared at him, then continued to follow William silently.

...

Inside the house, Frank was hiding in the kitchen. Fortunately, the structures of these houses were similar, and Frank could find the kitchen of this house based on his memory of his own home.

Covering his chest, Frank could only sigh that he was unlucky. The opponent shot him twice, one shot hit his right button, and the other shot hit his chest. Blood was flowing out of the small single hole, just like a broken water pipe.

Frank's first thought was that he was about to die. He could feel his life slipping away rapidly, but what followed was a surge of resentment.

Frank was unwilling to accept this. He didn't want to die like this. He still had a lot of things to do. He hadn't made the real murderer pay the price, he hadn't sought justice for forty-two families, and he hadn't avenged his own family.

"Maria..." Frank mourned the life of his deceased wife, and the resentment in his heart immediately turned into anger.

"Clap!"

There was the sound of glass breaking, but it didn't seem like someone came in through the window. I guess only small stones and broken glass could make such a small sound.

Frank tried to raise his head, and all he saw was a ring with a blood-red glow floating in front of him.

"Intelligent life is locked."

Who is speaking?

"Frank Castle from Earth, with your heart boiling with rage, you belong to the Red Lantern Corps."

...

William shot open the door lock with a gun and kicked the door open. As soon as he walked into the house, he heard a voice that sounded like some kind of poetry.

"Hot blood and scarlet rage,
Taken from the remains of a corpse that has not yet cooled.

Deep hatred and deep resentment boil the lungs,
I will forge your path to the underworld!"

(End of this chapter)