He knew about Frank's existence. After all, he was Nick Fury's right-hand man. He still knew Frank's name, but there were not many opportunities to see him fight in person.
"Hey, since when did you start calling him 'King Leoric'?" Kuaiqiu asked with some confusion.
He didn't care much about the situation of the battle. After all, Frank didn't show anything real and could easily dispatch the skeleton soldiers.
And I can do this with fastballs of this level.
It is common for young people to be arrogant and rash, and Coulson wanted to help him overcome this flaw by taking him.
It's just that I haven't found any good opportunities.
"It's more respectful than calling him by name or calling him Skeleton King." Coulson said somewhat coquettishly.
As a professional agent, Coulson always felt uneasy, as if his actions had been exposed to the eyes of others.
He thought it was Frank or the Witch who did it, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.
Frank knew that he had the power of death at this time. As for the Witch, he was a powerful person with super powers, so it was not surprising that he could find them.
Colson now just wants to make as little noise as possible and let the fast ball grow more.
On a low building behind Coulson and Fastball, Bloodsport and Deadshot were looking ahead with their gun scopes.
The two of them were observing the situation on Coulson's side, and seemed to be planning to get some useful information from their conversation.
After all, SHIELD's understanding of intelligence is of course better than that of a few of them. If they obtain some valuable intelligence, they may suffer a lot less in subsequent battles.
"Hey, what do you think?" Deadshot asked.
"I also looked through the scope. Are these two S.H.I.E.L.D. guys really not rookies?" Bloodsport asked.
In this environment, they were engaged in a tough battle, but Coulson and Fastball behaved more like they were planning to carry out a mission to infiltrate and steal intelligence.
It’s okay if Fastball has super powers, but Coulson doesn’t have any powerful weapons on his body.
This kind of performance is extremely outrageous in the eyes of blood sports.
If you don't bring high-yield explosives for a critical battle, you can at least bring enough magazines and firearms, but Coulson seemed to have nothing on him.
Bloodsport suddenly had some doubts about SHIELD's professionalism. The level of these guys was completely different from the elite personnel he knew.
"Who knows, it's good news that they are talking. I learned lip reading back then, so I can probably figure out what they said." Deadshot said.
Deadshot has quite a lot of skills, and this guy even has a talent for math.
A top killer who can use bullets to kill people must be different from ordinary people. Especially in terms of talent.
"I think you should go a little closer. I can seem to hear their voices from here. If you get closer, you might be able to hear them clearly." Bloody Sports curled his lips.
He had some opinions about Coulson and the others. If he found the enemy talking loudly on the battlefield, he would probably not believe anything.
But at this time, the guy in front is considered to be most of the partners, and may also be the information they need.
So Bloodsport hopes to bring the distance between each other a little closer.
If everything goes well, he can also shoot to help Colson and the others in exchange for better cooperation opportunities.
"I think they did this on purpose. Did they find the two of us? Or did they know that there were other people coming here?" Deadshot looked at it carefully and said.
"My suggestion is to pull in a little bit. If our two gunmen are surrounded by skeletons, it won't be easy to break out."
Bloodsport said.
There are many advantages to going against Coulson and the others, but the disadvantage is probably that he has to explain why he came to this place.
Wayne did not ask for confidentiality when entrusting them, so there was no mental obstacle to the blood sport.
If a crisis comes, he can still use Coulson and the others as bait to save his own life.
Who would be willing to die if he could not die?
These sharpshooters are more or less abnormal in their minds. The difference is probably just that the abnormal points may be different.
"Hey, man, do you want to team up with us?" Logan's voice rang.
Next to Logan was Jason Todd, who was very uncomfortable but didn't know what to say.
He planned to lurk, but Logan would only choose to lurk when the enemy was in trouble or had a special purpose.
These skeletons were not even enemies to him, so he appeared recklessly.
Jason Todd was a little helpless, but it was not easy to have a conflict with Logan over this issue.
That's neither decent nor meaningful.
"Scared me," Deadshot said.
Bloodsport, on the other hand, put away the gun pointed at Logan with a speechless expression.
The fact that these two sharpshooters didn't fire at the moment they turned around and locked in was purely due to their quick reactions.
You know, their fingers are just a hair away from pulling the trigger.
Chapter completed!