That afternoon, after his conversation with Frank, Coulson received another call.
Frank told Coulson that information on the Biter was extremely scarce.
There were not even any illustrations of it in Old Man's collection of books.
Frank passed along what Old Man knew to Coulson.
Coulson's heart sank as he listened.
An unknown enemy was all the more frightening.
Coulson hurriedly thanked him and said he would transfer the payment right away.
After so many days, Coulson still had not completed his assignment, and the situation was only growing more bewildering. It had left him exhausted in both body and mind.
But there was no helping it. A working stiff still had to put in the work!
Night fell.
Frank changed into black clothes and headed out again.
He went out to gather intelligence almost every night he had free.
It was not to punish evildoers, but to get revenge!
After spending so long investigating, Frank had finally begun to track down the people who had issued and carried out the orders to kill him and his family.
But whenever Frank came knocking, those people always met with inexplicable accidents.
Frank could not make sense of it, no matter how hard he tried.
What had he ever done?
Why would someone with that kind of power come after him?
Over the past few days, he had finally learned who had bankrolled the team that attacked him.
Tonight, Frank planned to have a "peaceful" negotiation with that man.
Frank had just arrived at the financier's base.
To his surprise, he found no signs of anyone alive moving around inside the house.
"How is that possible? There should be guards on patrol at this hour. Why are the lights out?" Then another thought occurred to Frank. *Could that guy not have