The Godfather of American Comics

In the morning, the sun is shining.

A black Audi parked in front of Weiler's house. Frank, wearing a suit, got out of the car and knocked on Weiler's door.

As soon as the doorbell rang twice, the door was opened.

"Who's knocking on the door so early in the morning!"

Tony, who had dark circles under his eyes, opened the door, complaining, glanced at Frank, and said impatiently: "Who are you looking for?"

He flew to the Middle East last night, destroyed a lot of weapons, and then flew back overnight. He didn't sleep all night, which made him a little irritable.

Frank was startled.

Is this Tony Stark?

Why is he here?

Just when Frank was confused, little Hope appeared sideways from behind Tony, gently pulled down Tony's pants, and whispered: "Dad said, you can't appear in front of other people, you will be in trouble if you are seen." of."

"Trouble?" Tony slapped his forehead and said regretfully: "I've been seen by others, so what should I do?"

Little Hope pursed her lips and suddenly said in a sinister tone: "Then we can only kill him!"

Hearing this, the corners of Frank's mouth twitched.

Who did this kid learn from?

Tony laughed softly and pinched his chin: "It seems like a good idea!"

"What a ghost! Hope will be led astray by you!"

Weller appeared quietly behind the two of them, pressed Tony's head, pushed it once, and said to Frank, who was standing at the door dumbfounded: "Come in."

Frank nodded silently.

"Have you had breakfast? Let's eat something together?"

Weller asked with a smile. Before Frank could answer, little Hope grabbed Frank and dragged him to the dining table.

Two minutes later, Frank looked at the sandwich, milk and eggs in front of him with a blank expression on his face.

Isn't he here to be the driver?Why are you just sitting down to have breakfast?

But...it tastes pretty good. Was it made by the godfather?

His mind was wandering randomly. He looked at Tony, then at Weller, then at Little Hope, thinking about the relationship between the three of them.

Tony sat at the dining table, nodding off while eating breakfast.

In order to rush to make the steel suit, he hadn't had a good sleep for many days. He went out all night last night, and now he couldn't hold on any longer.

At this moment, little Hope secretly smiled, touched some ketchup on her hand, and slapped it on Tony's face under Weller's doting gaze.

Tony sat up straight and looked around blankly.

Little Hope covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Wow, Uncle Tony, you're bleeding!"

Tony touched his face, his eyes widened suddenly, he screamed, took out the red pill bottle given by Weller and started to pour it into his mouth!

Weller's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly grabbed Tony's hand, and stuffed the ketchup-stained hand into Tony's mouth.

Tony was even more panicked: "Holy crap, why is my blood so sweet and sour? Weller! Help me!"

"Giggle!"

Little Hope smiled happily.

"That's ketchup."

Weller said speechlessly, "Hurry up and eat and go to rest. I'm really afraid that you will die suddenly and no one will be able to pay your debts."

Tony wiped his face and pinched Hope's little nose.

"Naughty boy! Got it."

Being so frightened actually made him energetic.

After finishing breakfast quickly, Tony went upstairs tiredly. Weller put away the tableware, picked up little Hope, and said to Frank: "Let's go."

Frank was stunned for a moment and said, "Take her?"

"Tony went to bed and there was no one to watch the kids."

Weller spoke calmly and said to Frank: "So, when you get there, you have to help me take care of the child."

Frank's mouth twitched: "I know."

"Then let's go."

Weller said with a smile, took little Hope and left home, rushing to the textile factory.

Brian has already brought people over.

……

This is a textile factory, with old equipment, old-fashioned buildings full of age, and textile workers who are no different from ordinary workers, but are actually killers.

This is the textile factory, the base of the Brotherhood, the so-called arbiter of fate.

Brian hid in the dark, looking at the textile factory not far away, watching the workers passing by with interest.

From the look in his eyes, he could naturally see that these so-called textile factory workers were not simple people.

At this moment, Weller's voice sounded on his communicator.

"I'm coming."

Brian's eyes narrowed and he made a ready gesture.

Suddenly, the ninjas hiding in the dark saw it and began to move towards the textile factory.

At the same time, on the street next door to where the textile factory was located, Weller stepped out of the car and said to Frank: "Keep an eye on little Hope."

Frank nodded.

Weller looked at Little Hope again, and Little Hope raised his hand: "I promise to be obedient!"

Weller nodded with satisfaction, closed the car door, and after arriving at an inconspicuous location, climbed directly over the building and arrived in front of the textile factory.

"You came."

Brian walked over to Weller.

Weller nodded and said: "Be careful, the killer's bullets here will turn."

"A bullet that can turn?"

Brian raised some interest.

"Be careful, the ace killer among them is very physical."

Brian nodded.

At this moment, Weller looked at the two figures walking slowly, frowned and said, "You guys are late."

Cross snorted slightly, while Wesley smiled and said to Weller: "Sorry, Mr. Hunter, we had some arguments on the way here."

Weller glanced at Cross with a warning look and chuckled: "Then, let's get started!"

After finishing his words, Brian made a gesture.

Ninjas wearing ninja uniforms appeared from all directions and rushed into the textile factory. The ninjas who had sneaked into the textile factory before received the signal and started taking action.

Suddenly, gunshots and screams rang out.

Looking at this scene, Cross narrowed his eyes and said to Wesley: "See clearly, how cruel the world you are about to step into is!"

He originally didn't want Wesley to come, but Wesley insisted on coming. Then he thought about it and thought it would be good to let Wesley see the warehouses of this world. Maybe it would dissuade Wesley from wanting to step into another world. With a little thought, he brought him along.

Wesley nodded, his eyes flashing with a strange light, but what he was thinking was...

So majestic!

Is this what it feels like to have power and power?

I now have the opportunity to be such a person!

According to Mr. Hunter, as long as I awaken my talent and become a qualified killer, the people in the Brotherhood will be handed over to me to manage...

As long as he thought about this, he couldn't help but get excited.

He, who has been a coward for more than 20 years, finally has a chance to stand up!

"Go ahead, Cross, this is your dream opportunity."

Weller shrugged and looked at Cross.

Cross snorted coldly, pulled two guns out of his sleeves and fell into his palms, and strode into the textile factory.

"Wesley, it's okay, but it's a bit dangerous here, so stay away."

Weller reminded him, and he and Brian slowly walked into the so-called textile factory of destiny.