"Roar!"
A roar that did not sound like a human voice came from Wolverine's mouth. At this time, he looked no different from an old stray wolf covered in scars!
Barr's impression on him was more profound than imagined. Perhaps even his brain was destroyed by this power!
But the most serious thing is not the aftermath of the destructive power controlled by Barr! It is the shot from Frank!
"damn it!"
Frank couldn't help but burst out with swear words!
This man never liked to talk to those who died in his hands, and there was nothing wrong with describing him as reticent.
But at this time, this curse word actually came out of his mouth!
Because the steel claws with destructive power had already scratched through the layer of protection provided by the power of death to Frank in an instant, and even left three serious wounds on his chest!
What's even worse is that the destructive power that keeps emerging from the wound is hindering the extraordinary healing ability of the Death Agent's body!
After uttering a brief expletive, Frank felt a little regretful.
He shouldn't have said bad words in front of his children, but he regretted his "speech" even more!
The only good thing is that Frank didn't hesitate at all when he fired. The huge momentum from the shotgun caused Wolverine's body to fly backwards!
The power of death also started from those warheads and invaded Wolverine's body!
His own healing ability has reached its limit under the power of destruction. At this time, he was attacked by the power of death. Wolverine seemed to be on the verge of death!
Frank suffered such injuries not because he lost his vigilance as a soldier, but because of his trust in his comrades as a soldier that led to such consequences!
The force of destruction had already climbed up his trachea, and at this moment he felt as if a rope was tied around his neck, tightening little by little!
This is why he regrets speaking!
Although Nick Fury always arouses others' wariness, the trust he has gained definitely far exceeds the vigilance against him!
War hero? Or a watchman behind the scenes? These titles wouldn't feel out of place for him.
But trust itself is something that can occasionally hurt.
It’s not even because I trusted the wrong person, but because of some weird misunderstandings!
Jill was huddled in the car at this time, her whole body trembling.
Not because of fear, but because the destructive power in the body started to riot!
The moment Wolverine popped out his steel claw, he already felt a strong sense of discomfort!
Who said that the residue on Wolverine comes from destruction itself?
Gil was "destroyed", laying the foundation for his growth as a human into a powerful warrior.
But Destruction, which is still in an ownerless state, will naturally get close to the Demon God of Destruction who is qualified and comes from the same origin!
Gil covered his mouth tightly, his body had turned into a twisted posture, but not a single sound came out!
His father is fighting, and exposing his presence and painful sounds will only make himself a burden!
Jill has long made up her mind that no matter what happens, she will not be a burden to others.
Having experienced a life of "depending on others", he knew this even better than his father! Even if Bulcaisel treated him kindly, it was not a "home" that should accommodate him unconditionally.
The power of destruction surged left and right in Gil's body, but it couldn't leave his body no matter what!
But every impact of that kind of power would make him feel like his internal organs were in a mess.
He would not die like this, because those ancestors put some protection on his body so that Gil would not become a target for others to seize power!
It ensures that those powers will not leave his body, and also ensures that his body can persist under the destructive power!
Even if it only seemed to prolong Jill's suffering.
But if one day Jill is imprisoned in some guy's cage, and those guys don't get what they want, then Jill can live for a day.
The power structure of this guarantee has clearly told others that it is impossible to kill this child and let the destruction be free again!
That power will return to the Holy Mountain of Harrogath the moment it leaves Gill's body!
Barbarians never believe in the kindness of their enemies. Can you let this child go by taking away this power?
Don't be kidding, even the archangel wouldn't be believed by the barbarians!
The cost of fully trusting the Archangels has been proven long ago, and those guys only deserve limited trust.
At this time, Frank slowly squatted down and gently leaned on the ground with one hand.
The pain of not being able to breathe made his face turn red, but when he did this action, he still used all the strength in his body so that he would not make any noise!
Just like Jill chose to suffer in silence in order not to worry him, Frank chose the same way in order not to worry his son!
It may also be the poor and respectable "dignity" of a father.
While such a person can still move, he is not willing to embarrass himself in front of his children.
As long as he is a normal father who is full of love and responsibility for his family, most of them are like this.
A feeling of powerlessness was welling up in Frank's heart, but he didn't feel the slightest sign of life leaving his body!
This is of course, how could the agent of death lose his life?
Their lives have long been the property of death, and death has generously promised him that no existence can let life pass from this body until Frank actively chooses to end his life.
But it also heralds intense pain!
Not dying is often torture...
But at this time, Frank seemed to have lost the ability to control his body. He could no longer perform breathing movements that did not require active control, no matter how much he wanted to move his breathing muscles!
Only the pain constantly reminded him of how dangerous he was at this time.
There is no blood flowing in the wound on the chest, instead there is the black power of death!
It was only then that Frank, looking at the black breath seeping out of the wound, truly realized that he could no longer be called a normal human being.
A monster named Death Agent. Fortunately, he still remembered that his name was Frank Custer. He also remembered that he had a son waiting for his call in the car on the side, and his wife and daughter were waiting at home.
The family enjoys dinner together.
So he was mobilizing every muscle in his body that could be mobilized to engage in a seemingly "tragic" struggle!
The Wolverine on the other side had all the flesh and blood on half of his shoulder blown off by the previous shot!
The shotgun pellets almost covered Logan's entire upper body!
But only his shoulder suffered the most serious damage.
The metallic bones were exposed to the air, and the flesh and blood seemed to have been scratched away from the bones by a water jet, allowing his bones to show a smooth surface full of mechanical beauty!
From time to time, a little bit of red will flash on the bones, which is the self-healing ability that is fully restoring the flesh and blood and rescuing the body.
But the next moment, at that disgusting wound, the power of death gnawed away at his flesh and blood bit by bit!
The bloodshot eyes that just appeared disappeared in an instant!
For this old wolf, the only thing he is thankful for is the metal skeleton on his body, even though he originally hated these bones.
After all, the metal bones caused him to be thrown around like a toy by an old man more than once.
But now, besides being grateful for the bone, he couldn't think of any other idea.
He is still a living being, and mutants are still human beings.
Facing the power of death, his recovery ability has reached zero point after being weakened in multiple ways!
Keeping his life alive is the limit of what that kind of power can do.
Logan wanted to gasp violently, but his body was constantly sending him signals of lack of oxygen.
But those bullets with the power of death embedded in his upper body caused his lungs to lose their ability to move little by little.
There was no sign of bleeding from his wound!
Even the edge of the wound, which should have been bright red mixed with fat, turned into black and white like a negative.
Breathing is never actively carried out by the lungs. What makes people breathe is actually the inconspicuous respiratory muscle group!
But those muscles have lost the power to move!
To be continued...