Chapter 184 The Punisher Visits Relatives (3)

"So... where were we talking? Oh, Frank, he never told me he had an uncle."

Maria was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and the steam rising from the tea cup said with a smile.

Her voice was full of curiosity and warmth, and she was obviously looking forward to learning more about her husband's uncle.

Frank has been staying out all day since he was discharged from the army, and he smelled of alcohol when he came home. Although there were no signs of injury on his body or domestic violence against anyone, it still made Maria very worried.

Maybe this visit from my husband's uncle can change something, at least teach him some principles of life as an elder?

"Ah, you know what Frank is like."

Francis squinted his eyes and looked at the black-haired man. He felt that he had discovered another secret.

"Give him some time. The men of the Custer family may be dull. But we will use perseverance to make up for these shortcomings, and we will eventually overcome it."

"Yeah, I've fought with people who can climb walls, people who can fly, and a blind man before."

Frank nodded, smiled and said: "Of course, Maria, I will take good care of Frances. Don't worry, go deal with Lisa's affairs."

The little boy in front of him brightened up after hearing this, and asked excitedly: "Do you really know about superheroes? What superpowers do they have? Is anyone as smart as Iron Man?"

Maria picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and then continued.

Bai Yesha on the side nodded politely and stuffed a biscuit into his mouth. He glanced at the biscuits on the plate that suddenly lost a few biscuits at some point.

But in the end I screwed up.

"You two look so alike. He came back soon. He went. To be honest, I don't know where he went, but he will come back."

"Ring-ring-ring-ring-"

"It's clear." Frank shook his head. During that time, he had been busy getting drunk in bars and working for the CIA or others to kill people.

"This kind of thing does happen between superheroes." Frank shrugged, with a hint of mystery in his tone, which seemed to imply that he knew more about superheroes.

Of course, it is impossible to tell your family such things. They should not know these things. They should live freely under the sun. Just leave these complicated and dirty things to yourself.

She walked up to Francis, patted his head gently, and said, "Francis, be obedient and stay at home. Don't run around."

The landline phone nearby suddenly rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

The voice on the other end of the phone was unclear, but it could be seen from Maria's expression that she seemed to be communicating some important information with the other party. She nodded from time to time with a serious expression. The content of the phone call seemed to make her a little nervous, but she remained calm.

Frank took this opportunity to put down a sip of tea that he hadn't drank, walked over to Francis who was still concentrating on bumping around with an Iron Man toy and a stuffed teddy bear, squatted down and asked with a smile: "What are you playing with, kid?" ? Stark versus the evil black bear?"

He pointed at the family photo hanging on the wall. The dark-haired man in it had a huge smile on his face. This always made him feel a little weird, maybe because he hadn't laughed from the bottom of his heart for so long. .

He thought that this uncle who looked similar to his father, but had a much more sinister appearance, didn't seem that scary, and was a bit stupid.

"Oh, that's a brown bear. You should be able to tell the difference from his fur and body." When the little boy in the cloak heard this, he raised his head and vomited at the man with the scar on his face. Stick out your tongue.

Maria put down the phone, her brows furrowed and she looked a little irritated. Then he sighed softly, turned to a few people in the living room and asked: "Fredo, my daughter Lisa got into a fight with someone at school again. I have to go to the principal to pick her up. Can you help me look after Frances?" "

After playing for a while, Francis seemed to find it boring to play games alone. Francis happily raised the stuffed bear in his hand and showed it to Frank. He seemed to have completely let down his vigilance: "I named the brown bear Brown Bear." , he is a good person, but now he has a misunderstanding with Iron Man, so he is fighting! "

Frank smiled, sat on the sofa, patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for Francis to sit down.

Maria breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her son would be well taken care of here. These two seemed quite reliable.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to push away the gunshots and childish screams that surfaced in his mind, then looked at his wife in this world and said:

"Frank is having a hard time adjusting back to life in the modern world."

She smiled apologetically at a few people. Compared to her son, who was naive and very interested in superheroes, her daughter's character was just as bad as her father's, and she often got into fights with people in school.

It seems that someone has been stealing food, but that doesn't matter at all. I can just be a quiet person now. This is Frank's own family time.

He began to tell Francis stories about various superheroes, from the adventures of Iron Man's mecha encountering a spider web head, from a brave Canadian dwarf with steel claws on his hands to the power of the Green Goliath. Each story was fascinating. Francis was excited. The little boy followed the man's story, imagining the magnificent scenes of those heroes, his eyes sparkling.

"That last one sounds a bit bullying. You're lying, right? You don't look like a superhero."

Maria smiled apologetically at the two of them, then quickly walked to the phone and answered it, then frowned.

Frank shook his head. What he said couldn't help but bring some sympathy to Maria's eyes. She didn't expect that her husband's family had always had a tradition of being a soldier.

When Frank heard the mistake in his words being corrected, the corners of Frank's mouth slightly raised. His little trick was successful. His interactions with Frances become more relaxed and fun, allowing the two to form a certain connection.

Frank, who goes by the pseudonym Fredo, said as he grabbed a piece of baked biscuit and took a bite, filling his mouth with crispiness. His eyes never strayed from Francis, who was playing with an Iron Man toy on the carpet, and continued: "He likes to be distinct."

The little boy nodded obediently. He felt a little disappointed when his mother left him, but he also knew that he now had a new friend by his side. He turned to Frank excitedly and asked: "Can you tell me a superhero story?"

"I know what it's like, I've been a soldier and come home from war with everything messed up."

Bai Ye in the distance looked at this scene and smiled gently. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab another biscuit, but missed it. He looked down and saw that there were only some biscuit crumbs left shaking slightly on the plate.

Damn Pietro, why are you so greedy?