Chapter 186 Two Frank Custer

Chapter 186 The Two Frank Castles

Francis blinked, obviously not quite understanding what this distant relative of his who had never met before meant. Why was his father a hero?

The black-haired man sighed, sat cross-legged in front of the little boy and touched his little head. It felt really good: "I know he can't always be with you, and he doesn't even spend time with you without you. There are so many new toys because he is doing other things that he can’t get away from, but he really cares about you.”

"Whenever he finishes all his messy things, he will sit next to you and play with you all the time."

Frank looked at the little boy in front of him very seriously, and the latter looked at him without hesitation with a pair of watery eyes, and finally said: "Uncle Fredo, thank you for playing with me, and you." Tell me those superhero stories..."

After saying that, the little boy paused again and asked cautiously in a low voice: "And is what you said true? Will my father stay here and never go to war again?"

"Of course."

The corners of Frank's mouth raised slightly, and he said: "I'm a little thirsty. Go and get me a can of cold beer from your father's small refrigerator. The can should be placed at the bottom, and then I will tell you another story. A story about a superhero.”

"New superhero, yay!"

The moment the door opened, the afterglow of the setting sun poured into the room, casting a warm orange light on Frank's face. He subconsciously squinted his eyes slightly to adapt to the sudden brightness.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he lowered his trembling fingers to gently wipe away the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

At the same time, Francis ran out of the corridor excitedly, holding a bottle of cold beer in his arms and shouting excitedly: "Uncle Fredo, I found the beer you mentioned!"

He went to high school, met his future wife, Maria, and eventually joined the Marine Corps.

After returning from overseas, Frank was alienated from Maria and his children because of his experience. Every night, he would dream about the situation when he was still on the battlefield, and various broken limbs and flesh continued to appear in front of his eyes.

But it was not his home after all.

Although Maria managed to calm Frank down in various ways, even taking him to church to confess to a priest to wash away his guilt, Frank eventually became estranged from his family and began sleeping in a tent in the backyard.

What if the extremely cruel mafia comes and kills him as a witness?

terrible!

"I'm back!"

A long time ago, young Frank Custer was born in Queens, New York, to Sicilian immigrants. When he witnessed a couple being brutally murdered by the Mafia, the ten-year-old Frank had been suffering from lingering fears and was so scared that he couldn't control himself.

But after that, he organized a picnic in the park in order to continue trying to make up for the shortcomings he had left to his family.

However, such days did not last long. In order to support his family, Frank finally found a hard-working job and occasionally did some dirty work for the government. During this period, he slowly became closer and closer to his children, and finally had a child. Look like a family.

And become the punisher.

In the end, he nodded slightly in response: "Yes, seeing them again did give me a lot of thoughts besides killing people. Sometimes I can't help but think, if I could have stayed with them more, would I have been better? There will be different endings.”

At that time, I drank alcohol all day long and was a bit stupid. Maybe this kind of explanation is feasible?

Would my younger self fall for the 'Uncle Fredo from afar' thing?

"You can say whatever you want." Pietro took another sip of tea, and with a sudden movement of his body, a gust of wind blew up, and he and Bai Ye disappeared in an instant.

"It's a bit emotional to see them again?" Pietro poured himself a cup of herbal tea, drank it, exhaled leisurely, and continued.

Frank's face changed slightly. He would never mistake this voice. It was his own self in this universe. His mood was complicated instantly, and he didn't know how to face this guy who suddenly appeared.

Frank Custer from that zombie universe, his family has long been dead.

When he saw the open door, the little boy turned to the door and shouted joyfully: "Dad, you are back!"

"If I had stayed with them longer, our family would have avoided that damn park picnic!"

With this in mind, at the age of only ten, he took some things from his kitchen and made a homemade petrol bomb, then set fire to the mafia and burned it into a charred corpse. This was the first time in his life that he had done so. Kill times.

The little boy cheered and swung his cape and ran towards the corridor. He tried his best to make his cape swing like a real superhero.

Suddenly a rich male voice came from outside the door, the voice was calm and firm. The sudden noise made the three of them look in the direction of the door alertly, followed by the sound of the key turning the door and the door handle rubbing.

The light in the room seemed soft and warm, spilling on the floor through the windows, forming mottled light and shadow. Family photos are hung on the wall, and the happy smiles of the family of four make people feel the warmth of the family.

Although the people here looked exactly the same as the family he once had, and had the same personalities, they were just people from another universe after all.

When Francis' figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, Frank stood up quietly, his face full of complex emotions, and his eyes flashing with deep worries and memories.

"Pietro, let's go. Next is the family gathering time for the Custer family, don't you think so, Uncle Fredo?" Bai Ye smiled and snapped his fingers again. He knew what to do at this time.

"You said there was, uh, Uncle Fredo coming to see me?"

He was very familiar with the layout of this house. It would take a long time for an eight-year-old boy to run to the tool room and take out a can of beer and then come back.

The black-haired man was shocked and quickly stretched out a hand, trying to save Pietro and Bai Ye, but his hand passed through the air and caught nothing, and did not stop the two from leaving at all.

"call"

Frank stared at the liquid in his tea cup and sighed hesitantly. He felt that he had been thoroughly understood by Pietro.

Maria, Sarah and little Francis accidentally encountered a gangster murderer and died at the gunpoint of the gangster who wanted to kill everyone. Only he, the most damned person, survived the catastrophe.

"etc--"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a face very similar to Frank, but younger and with significantly reduced scars, walked into the room.

He first nodded to his son who greeted him, then his expression became very gloomy, he looked at Frank sharply, and finally whispered:

"Hello, Uncle Fredo."