The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 522: Red Lantern Demon Frank
In the past, people had the impression that poetry often needed to be accompanied by beautiful music and recited by the reciter with emotion and passion. Therefore, poetry recitation is also a manifestation of elegance.

However, the poems that now entered William's ears were like the threatening roar of a wounded beast. Unlike those baby soldiers who had only been trained but had never been to the battlefield, William had not only been to the battlefield, but had also done a lot of dirty work to clean up the mess for his superiors.

He had killed the elderly, the weak, women and children, as well as elite soldiers and generals. He had even killed many superhumans, but none of them had ever given William this feeling.

"boom!"

Just as William was hesitating whether to retreat, a big hole suddenly appeared in the wall on the right side of his body, and an arm wearing a red glove stretched out from it and grabbed the hesitant William.

William was startled at first, but his rich combat experience allowed him to suppress the fear in his heart. He used his free left hand to pull out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the arm that was grabbing him.

"when!"

William looked in disbelief at the arm that was holding him. There was not even a scratch on it. Instead, his palm was numb from the excessive force he had used, and the dagger almost slipped out of his hand.

There was no time to think of a solution. William felt the person holding his arm starting to exert force. He, a 85-kilogram strong man, was like a little chicken in the other person's hand, and even his feet left the ground.

William watched himself being pulled towards the wall but was powerless to do anything. After a loud bang, William was pulled over from the other side of the wall. William, who was knocked unconscious, sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that this was a wooden house, otherwise he might have died.

William opened his eyes in a trance and finally saw the enemy who had made him so embarrassed. This sight made his face change drastically.

William's target was the families of the experimental subjects, so he also had information about all the experimental subjects, so of course he knew the man in front of him, Frank Castle.

In William's impression, Frank should be making a fuss in New York City like the other experimental subjects, waiting to be dealt with by the little boy above. Why didn't he expect that the other party would appear here?

Not only that, the Frank in front of him was different from the two appearances he remembered. He didn't look like an ordinary person, nor did he look like a big green guy.

At this time, Frank's whole body was glowing red, and he was wearing a tight-fitting suit made of red and black colors. On his chest was a circular pattern with a black background. In the middle of the pattern was a small circle of the same shape, and on both sides of the small circle were two white stripes like cow horns.

Frank stared at William in his hand with a pair of pupil-less eyes, making the latter look at him with a cold stare. Frank opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth like shark teeth.

"Who are you!"

Frank's voice rose, and he could almost say that he roared the last word. Seeing that mouth full of sharp teeth, if you said he wanted to eat himself, William would not have any doubt.

But this open bloody mouth also gave William an opportunity. He quickly raised his right hand holding the pistol, shoved it into Frank's mouth, and then pulled the trigger desperately.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire continued, and William emptied the bullets in his pistol without any hesitation. In his understanding, those things that looked tough on the outside were usually very fragile on the inside, so this sneak attack of his could not only not kill the opponent, but at least seriously injure him and make him let go.

As long as William regains his freedom, he will have more opportunities to escape, or even defeat the enemy. You ask him why he is so confident? Because he has an RPG hidden in his car, specifically for dealing with superhumans.

But what he saw and heard today was beyond William's expectations. Not only did Frank not let go, he even took the initiative to bite the hot barrel of the gun after he emptied the magazine. "Crack!"

William swore that it was the first time he heard a sound similar to chewing a wafer biscuit on the barrel of a gun. Frank bit off the barrel of his Glock as if he was eating a biscuit.

"Ccrunch."

After chewing for a while, Frank grinned and a large amount of molten iron flowed out of his mouth, which frightened William.

"Pooh!"

Frank kept a small amount of molten iron and spit it on William's face like spit. Poor William screamed immediately, but no matter how he struggled, he could not escape from Frank's palm.

"I'm asking you one last time!" Frank growled. "Who! Are! You?!"

"I said! Ah! I said!" William was terrified. Fortunately, there was not much molten iron, otherwise his face would probably have been burned with a big hole. But even so, a horrible burn scar was left on his face, extending from the cheekbone to the chin.

"My name is William Rawlings. I once served in the Green Berets, and now I'm a reserve member of the Thunderbolt Force, a secret military unit. My main task is to help handle missions that are shady but don't require the Thunderbolt Force's involvement."

"It's you! You killed my family!" Frank's anger turned into reality, and the red light ring on his hand seemed to be shining under such abundant emotional energy.

"These are military orders!" William hurriedly explained, fearing that Frank would eat him alive if he was a second late. "I'm just a knife. It's not up to me to decide who to kill! If I disobey orders, I'll be the one to die! There's nothing I can do!"

"Who!" Frank threw the guy onto the dining table beside him. The wooden table shattered into pieces under the huge force. Before William, who was dizzy from the fall, could come to his senses, Frank stepped on his chest again.

"Who is the real murderer behind this?"

"Yes~uh, Ross…General!"

Frank's foot on William's chest was like a hydraulic press, slowly and continuously testing the pressure. However, William, an ordinary person, naturally couldn't bear it, and even speaking was very difficult. However, in order to save his life, he still tried hard to give the answer.

"I don't know the specific details, but this is definitely related to him!"

"Why?" Frank asked, relaxing his grip on his foot.

"Huh~ Because the Thunderbolt Special Forces is directly under General Ross, no one can command us except him." William breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had survived for the time being. If he wanted to live longer, he needed to show his value more.

"You can take me to confront him. I've been helping them for so many years and have a lot of information. I can help you prove him in front of the whole world."

Facing William who expressed his loyalty, Frank simply opened his bloody mouth, and a scarlet flame as thick as blood gushed out of his mouth, instantly drowning William.

(End of this chapter)