George Stacey of the New York Police Department was troubled. When the headaches were increasing and no one could be found, he was worried.

Frank is also troubled.

What bothered him wasn't Chief George's proposal to join the NYPD.

Become a member of the WHAT Special Operations Team.

after all……

His current status is that he has retired and should have stayed away from all wars.

Um……

Live a good life with your wife and children.

But……

This city can be such a bastard sometimes, but Frank feels like there's a big problem.

Angel.

A bastard who spread white wings on his back and knocked over his cabinet.

Frank held a kitchen knife in his hand, which was supposed to be used to prepare today's meal.

But...

Everything was screwed up by this bastard angel.

"I'm on the same side as you."

"Listen...the real crisis begins now, and your destiny is calling you."

God and God are nagging...

If it was Frank's wife who was preparing the meal in the kitchen, then maybe she would be interested in angels and prayer.

But……

Frank didn't want to hear about the Lord's forgiveness, and he didn't feel like he was protected by any angels.

so……

"You said you would protect me from beginning to end."

"Since when, since the moment I was born, or...when I was in the war?!"

Frank never considered himself a lucky man.

He was able to retire from the war, which was the result of his hard work.

And now.

He wants to drop everything and enjoy his family.

But……

The city of New York is still full of troubles.

The Costa family, Hell's Kitchen, and more unknown assholes.

Even the NYPD is something of an annoyance.

And everything...

Now you actually tell Frank why there are angels guarding him?!

Then all this is so ridiculous.

"You must be lucky."

"You are not in my secret base, otherwise I would have used a semi-automatic rifle to give you a good prayer."

"By the way..."

"I can let you know my marksmanship and the melee combat skills I can use now."

"What is it that you protected and your Lord protected me from?!"

"It's not the result of my own hard work."

Frank felt that his hand holding the kitchen knife was getting harder and harder.

The noise and mess in the kitchen were just like his heart now.

Everything!

Including meeting his wife and his excellent son and daughter.

Everything is Frank's happiness bit by bit.

instead of...

A man with a face full of fear, eyes wandering, and even... on his burgundy jacket...

Yes, it's the smell of alcohol.

Not only was this bastard drunk, he was vomiting in a panic.

What must he be running from?!

Frank was sure of this. This guy was definitely not lying when he said someone was chasing him.

But...

Panic, like a lost dog, not only makes the glory of an angel fall.

He also brought danger to his own home.

Damn...

If the danger this guy said is true, wouldn't it mean that his whole family is in danger?

Intolerable!

bass!

The sharp kitchen knife almost penetrated Gadriel's ribs.

His jacket was torn.

The angel wings filled with pure white paralyzed on the kitchen floor as if they had lost their power.

The kitchen knife took away one or two feathers...

So embarrassed, so ridiculous, he is Frank's guardian angel?!

"What a big joke."

"An alcoholic, terrible, scumbag who should be thrown into Hell's Kitchen."

"How on earth did you have the nerve to find me?!"

Frank pressed forward step by step.

It was obvious that Gadriel had no idea that such a situation would arise at this time.

He narrowly escaped death in the church.

certainly.

This is related to the fact that Azazel tried his best to stop Morlun, but Morlun had no intention of pursuing Delil.

Gadriel wants Frank's help.

The first thing I thought of was this man. They were supposed to have the closest relationship.

But……

It was because of being expelled from heaven.

Not just Gadreel, every angel has his own fault, which can be said to be their sin.

Too……

They were unwilling to be unable to return to heaven.

alcoholism?!

What is wrong with this matter? There are many alcoholics among human beings.

He can't even go back to heaven, so what if he drinks some wine?!

And... vomiting.

Every hangover headache is accompanied by a prayer to return to heaven.

In such a situation, I witnessed my partner who has been with me for a long time.

They are also angels.

They have the same tragic past, that is, they were both expelled from heaven.

And was forced to accompany humans for decades.
To be continued...