That was indeed the case.
From the moment Frank met the contact, the other party hadn't had any intention of observing him.
After confirming that the code and name were correct, the contact took Frank to a private airport and put him on a private plane.
Frank was the only passenger on the plane. Apart from greeting him at the door and saying that he could call her if he needed anything, the flight attendant stayed where he couldn't see her.
When she got off the plane, she even said "goodbye, sir," and the flight was over.
Holding a prepaid phone from the contact in Dallas, Frank sent a text message.
After the other party gave him a confirmation, he deleted the message, removed the phone, and threw it into several dumpsters outside the airport. He then took a taxi empty-handed and returned to New York, which he hadn't seen for months.
Arriving at a small park in Queens, he sat down on a bench and stared blankly at the mottled merry-go-round not far away.
Laughter echoed in his head, as well as cries of "Dad, here!" and wives standing near the merry-go-round smiling at their children seemed to appear in front of him.
After a while, the sudden increase in weight made the wooden benches creak slightly.
Stunned, Frank slowly turned his head. "You …"
A burly figure in a grayish-black hoodie crossed his legs leisurely. "Puncher, you're a good guy. "Puncher, long time no see, Frank."
After a brief silence, Frank nodded slightly. "So, you're the one looking for me."
At that moment, Luke had a white, stone-like face. It was Puncher's face.
Hearing that, he nodded. "That's right. Someone needs a suitable tactical team commander, and one that can't be seen in public."
Frank's expression was indifferent. "What do they want?"
Luke said, "Have you seen the news in New York recently?"
Frank said, "If it's about Batman, I've probably read some."
Luke said, "Then are you interested in commanding superheroes, including Batman, in battle?"
Frank's heart that was as calm as stagnant water exploded with raging waves. He cried out involuntarily, "What?"
Luke didn't say anything and simply looked at him with a smile.
Frank was stunned for a few seconds before he finally came back to his senses. He subconsciously lowered his voice. "Are you Batman's man?"
Luke pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Let's put it another way. Batman is one of us."
Frank sucked in a breath of cold air. This was breaking news.
Although that was what everyone was guessing now, it was different from Batman saying it himself.
Because this meant that Batman did have an organization behind him, and not just a simple friend who was helping him.
For ordinary people, "Batman's friend" and "Batman's teammate" were the same thing.
But for Frank, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and was used to calculating the strength of the enemy and himself, this was a completely different matter.
It was normal for a friend to help out temporarily and a teammate who was united by an organization to be able to display ten times more combat power.
This was also one of the reasons why a well-trained army could beat a mob of people several times their size.
More importantly, what did this Puncher just say? He wanted him to be the commander of the tactical team, commanding superheroes including Batman!
This was clearly to further increase the combat power of this team.
After avenging his wife and children, Frank's heart was dead, and he didn't care about the news at all. Recently, news about Batman had been forcefully fed to him by the news and other people's chats.
Even so, he knew that Batman had a group of extremely powerful teammates.
What were they trying to do by asking him to be the commander of a tactical team formed by a group of superheroes?
Were they trying to flatten a white house or raze a pentagon to the ground?
A tactical team with such a configuration was definitely enough to do this.
If the combat power of an ordinary human soldier was 2, then the combat power of a special force would be multiplied by 2 × 2 × 2.
When Batman and these superheroes formed a tactical team, their combat power would be at least 10 × 10 × 10, not to mention that Batman's combat power would be at least 50 or even 100.
It wasn't that Frank was overestimating Batman.
Before taking revenge, he had studied some information on Batman, and could confirm that Batman's fighting, reaction, decisiveness, and planning skills far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
These were the most outstanding qualities that a qualified Special Operations Vanguard should possess.
Even if Batman didn't use guns or kill people, his combat power was still much higher than that of an ordinary person's, and he even had a suit that was close to Iron Man's level.
This was a cheating player.
Frank had experienced too many crazy and unbelievable things in his life.
But at this moment tonight, he felt that the news he had heard was definitely the craziest and the most unbelievable one.
Looking at Frank's expression, Luke patted him on the shoulder and got up. "Let's go. I'll arrange a place for you to stay and solve your identity problem."
Frank frowned but didn't move. "Why me?"
Luke turned around and smiled. "Because we might not have much time, if we don't want the Earth to be destroyed."
Frank: "What?"
…
After settling down the shocked Frank, Luke gave the designated commander one last night to digest the shocking news, and his clone returned to the seaside villa.
Sitting on the porch, Luke was deep in thought.
The reason why he had to urgently "recall" this designated commander was because he had seen Elena's two "half paintings" yesterday.
Elena had painted some things before, but according to her, there weren't many of them that gave him a special feeling.
Among them, the Angel of Judgment and Batman were her early works.
However, she attributed these drawings to watching the news. What you think about in the day, you dream about at night.
Luke had a similar opinion.
But the two paintings yesterday gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.
Although he basically didn't have any impression of the humanoid creatures on the spaceplane, the big insect-like spaceship behind the spaceplane evoked a fragment in the depths of his memory.
In the blink of an eye, he captured this fragment, which he had a fairly deep impression of: it was … a large Chitauri spaceship!
When he had watched the Avengers, he had completely forgotten what the cannon fodder NPCs looked like. However, this insect-like Chitauri spaceship had appeared many times — as an enemy mini-boss that had been beaten up by several members of the Avengers, it still had this privilege.
When he saw the second painting, his sense of déjà vu wasn't as strong, but he had a slight impression of the young master of the Avengers carrying a peaceful weapon and blowing up the Chitauri command center.
But to Luke's surprise, the person carrying the weapon in the painting was Batman.
This change didn't make him doubt the accuracy of the second painting. Instead, he vaguely believed that it might really be a foretelling of the future.
Because the person in the painting was Batman.
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