A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 187 Uncle Fredo and Frank Custer
Frank was suddenly at a loss.

He faced the young man with a slightly wrinkled brow, and couldn't help but notice that his appearance was younger and similar to his own, but he lacked those obvious scars.

The setting sun shone into the room through the door, forming a soft golden beam, which reflected on the faces of Frank and the man. The atmosphere between the two gradually became tense.

What can I say?
His throat was a little dry, so he casually took the bottle of cold beer from Francis and held it tightly, feeling the slightest chill from the bottle, which could help him calm down.

Damn it, I should have thought more clearly before visiting my family in this universe.

"Can I come in, Uncle Fredo?"

The man outside the door broke the silence first, whispering word by word, the last half of the sentence almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Just hearing this tone made Frank's face change slightly at the door, not to mention that from the corner of his eye, he could see his young self clenching his fists as big as sandbags and making a rattling sound.

If you dare to say no, or any other bad answer, then the fist will probably fall on your face immediately.

He is definitely not afraid of a fight. Although he was in better shape when he was younger, he has more experience now and is more willing to use dirty tricks. He will definitely win in a fight.

but.
Frank glanced at the little blond girl with short ponytails behind the man without leaving any trace, and his eyes couldn't help but soften a bit.

He had expected this moment to come, but when it actually came, he didn't know how to deal with it.At this time, there was a fierce struggle in his heart. On the one hand, he had the desire for family, and on the other hand, he was confused about himself.

The silence inside and outside the porch lasted for a moment, as if time had stood still.Frank felt his throat was a little dry. He nodded slowly, and then responded: "Sorry, of course you can come in."

"Your Uncle Fredo is old and his reaction speed is a bit slow. Please forgive me. Also, I heard that Sarah got into a fight at school. I hope she is okay."

The corners of Sarah's mouth twitched and her twin ponytails twitched, but she did not respond.The black-haired man said indifferently: "She's fine, just a little friction."

Maria tried to lighten the mood and said, "Okay, everyone, come in and sit down. Sarah, go put your bags away and come over for dinner."

The little girl with golden twin tails nodded, turned around and walked towards the room with a pout.The black-haired man also followed into the living room and found a corner to sit down, his expression still serious.

Frank took a deep breath and put the beer in his hand on the table, but then he noticed that his younger self looked over again with squinted eyes.

After putting down the large cabbage she was carrying, Maria turned her head and realized that something was wrong between the two Custer men. She walked over and tried to break the awkward silence, "Frank, looking at the distance like this. Is the uncle who came here nice?"

The two men were still looking at each other, and no one seemed to have heard what she just said.

Maria raised her head helplessly, wondering why all the men in the Custer family had such virtues. It seemed that what Uncle Fredo said was indeed correct.

"Dad, Uncle Fredo told me a lot of interesting superhero stories today! And he is also a superhero!"

The tense atmosphere had been broken by the sudden appearance of Francis, who ran enthusiastically to his father, waving his cape and shouting with joy.

Although the black-haired man's expression was still serious at first, seeing his son so excited, a smile gradually appeared on his tense face. He patted Francis's head gently and said, "Really? Then listen It was fun to watch." Frank joined in the conversation, trying to get closer to the family."Yeah, Francis is a great listener and he's interested in being a superhero," he said with a laugh.

"Really? Francis?"

"That's right!"

Sarah came out of the room, and although she still kept her angry expression, she joined in the conversation and asked, "Francis, what other stories did Uncle Fredo tell you?"

Francis immediately became excited and began to tell his sister and father some superhero stories he had just heard. He talked so much that for a moment everyone completely forgot about their previous discomfort.

The younger Frank seemed to be infected by his son's enthusiasm. He sat there and listened silently to the children discussing the topic of superheroes.Maria stood by and felt a sense of relief as she watched the family regain some moments of joy and intimacy.

Thanks to the arrival of Uncle Fredo, this seemed to be the happiest day for the family since her husband came off the battlefield.

It's a pity that such days don't last long. Maria's eyes darkened when she thought about it. After all, Uncle Fredo was just here to visit his nephew who was discharged from the army. He couldn't possibly stay and tell the children superhero stories every day.

After listening to the conversation between the children for a while, the black-haired man suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Frank, asking: "Uncle Fredo, since you are also a superhero, why don't you tell us your own story? Bar?"

When they heard this, the children were immediately excited and shouted in agreement: "Uncle Fredo, tell another story! Tell another story!" Their voices were full of anticipation and enthusiasm, as if a group of little fans could not wait. The next superhero adventure.

"alright."

The Punisher nodded helplessly. It was a bit weird to tell his younger self a superhero story, but his current identity was Uncle Fredo, so he had to make up a few more random stories about beating up street gangsters, and tried to remove as many of them as possible. The bloody part.

After he finished telling it, the black-haired man nodded expressionlessly to his Uncle Fredo and said, "That's a good story. The meal is almost ready. How about we go get some more beer?"

"Of course." Frank breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the young man didn't mind the 'Uncle Fredo' thing, which was good.

Maybe when he can relax with his younger self, have a few drinks and chat, I can help him understand the value of family.

The two came to the garage, and Frank crouched down and tried to reach into the small refrigerator to get the beers.However, the beer was stored deep in the mini-fridge, making it difficult for him to reach it directly.

"Bang-"

The door behind him suddenly slammed shut, and he quickly turned around, only to see the black-haired man holding a baseball bat, standing in front of him and waving it gently.

The man squinted his eyes and said, "Listen, I don't know why you bastard looks so much like me, but my Uncle Fredo died in Sicily before I was born."

"So who the hell are you? What do you want to do to my family?"

Damn it, it seems that I still mind 'Uncle Fredo'.

(End of this chapter)