American comics: Start as a corpse collector, choose technology to cultivate immortality

A former top CIA agent, plus a retired Marine Corps instructor.

In his past career, Frank won the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, the Silver Star 3 times, and the Purple Heart 4 times for his battles.

Even Nick Fury, the old fox, called Frank a 'level 10 agent', the highest value of human individual combat.

Frank may not be good at making money or anything.

At least if Frank didn't have a large amount of retirement commission, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to take care of his wife and children.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken my wife and children to play in a deserted park.

But if it's about fighting and killing, Frank can say with certainty that he is definitely an expert, no, it should be a grandmaster.

A villa of about 800 square meters, three storeys high, probably with a basement.

After Owen took out the architectural drawings of the villa.

With just a casual glance, Frank arranged the positions and tasks of the seven gunners.

Frank casually took four or five offensive grenades out of his bag, and then threw them into the courtyard of the villa without looking.

There was a roar of distance and the roar of firelight.

Frank had already rushed into the courtyard of the villa like a leopard.

Da Da

!

Without any hesitation, after Frank entered the courtyard of the villa, the machine gun of the M249 squad in his hand had begun to fire wildly.

This kind of ferocious firepower that conventional soldiers need to use on a crawling ground is extremely lethal.

Raging machine guns roared.

The gunmen of the Cente family, who were not killed by the grenade, suddenly ran out of the courtyard of the villa in a panic like chicks who had been broken into the chicken coop by a weasel.

Four grenades, plus a squad machine gun.

Almost most of the escape routes were blocked, and the remaining breakthrough was guarded by seven gunmen outside.

These seven gunners watched the old opponent run out like a chick.

There was no need to dodge or defend at all, and instinctively shot along the ambushed breakthrough.

Then the 'little chicks' all fell in a pool of blood.

The whole operation was a smooth mess, and it was even smoother than the boss's crane robe.

The first half of the action took less than two minutes.

The most dangerous frontyard guard in the Cente family has been completely neutralized.

Wait until the gunfire in the courtyard ends.

The seven gunmen in ambush were still in a daze.

Frank's cold, gruff voice was already heard over the intercom.

"Owen, the front yard guard has been cleared and is ready to enter the villa, and the second step of the plan can be launched. "

With a slight sizzling sound, the walkie-talkie quickly stopped.

After Owen was shocked for a moment, he quickly came to his senses and roared at the seven gunman brothers: "What are you still doing in a daze, didn't you hear Minister Frank's words, go to the second ambush point immediately." "

Among the black gangs, sometimes it's actually very simple, whoever has the ability is the boss.

Now Frank belongs to the kind of guy who hangs in the sky.

Owen was able to become a small leader under the Sullivan family, relying on his clever cleverness, and after seeing Frank's strength, the 'buddy' in his original mouth instantly became a 'minister'.

But Frank doesn't know that.

After clearing the yard of the villa from the guard gunners.

Frank casually threw away the squad machine gun, grabbed an M4 carbine, and quickly turned his eyes to the interior of the villa.

Cut off the power supply, bullets break the door, throw grenades, dodge against the back wall, and tactically roll in.

A series of military tactics are as standard as textbooks in Frank's body.

After entering the villa, there was another burst of gunshots.

Those so-called elite gunners of the Black Gang, in front of Frank, are as ridiculous as children, and all the counterattacks can't wipe a single hair of Frank.

After about three minutes of carbine howling, the hall quickly fell silent.

At the top of the staircase, Frank used a dagger to calm a badly wounded gunman completely, then inserted the dagger back into the side of his boot and pulled a Remington shotgun from behind his backhand.

The flashbang, accompanied by Frank's precise technique, slammed into the corner of the wall, dripping and rolling like the second floor.

What followed was a burst of screams.

At this time, Frank didn't know when, he had already put on the ENVG night vision device, as if he was going home, and stepped into the second floor.

The dagger seals the throat, the butt of the gun smashes the person, and the neck is twisted with one hand.

Frank's series of murderous actions are as easy as RT-Mart's executioner who has killed fish for ten years.

Wait until someone gradually regains their blurred vision and wants to fight back.

A shotgun bullet thicker than a thumb was on.

The sound of the shotgun is a little rougher than that of the extremely strong and carbine, but it is also lethal enough.

Coupled with Frank's instinct for danger cultivated on the battlefield all year round, whenever someone tries to sneak attack, pulling out his pistol is a lightning counterattack.

In five minutes, the battle on the second floor ended.

Frank rushed into the third floor with swiftness and lightness.

The third floor was where the head of the Cente family rested, and there were no gunmen guarding it.

But unexpectedly, there was no one in the bedrooms.

A minute and a half later.

Behind a bookcase in the master bedroom on the third floor, Frank spotted an elevator that went underground.

After thinking about it, Frank didn't take the elevator directly, but installed two time bombs in the elevator, which exploded after thirty seconds.

Then Frank was very relaxed and pressed the elevator down button.

Stand next to the elevator entrance on the third floor.

Frank closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, his fingers quickly pressing bullet after bullet into Remington's magazine.

Boom!

After a violent shaking and explosion, a wail was heard from below the elevator passage.

Frank turned around and used the hook gun to make a fixed rope, and the whole person pulled the hook nail gun and flew down, through a burst of heat and smoke, and came to a solid underground chamber.

"Fake, what the hell!".