Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1194 The Fourth Class (First Change)
"Put the gun away, you're bleeding so much that you can't even hold it," Salomon said, but Frank Cassel shook his head and refused to do so.He also uses a SIG P226 pistol, the Marine Corps standard equipment, the pistol he is most familiar with.It’s just that the ghost gun with the serial number worn out is likely to come from a family handmade gun workshop in the Philippines or somewhere else, and its reliability is almost [-]. This is also the most common source of weapons in the black market in New York. "Don't take me for a good temper, Frank Cassel. You wouldn't be alive if I wanted you dead."

"You're going to take me to where I said." Frank Cassel quickly raised his head to glance at the night sky outside the skylight, and then brought the gun closer.He lowered his voice and asked grimly, "Where's your Quinjet, huh? Where's the evacuation route that Nick Fury son of a bitch gave you? That explosion... that son of a bitch sent Agents of yours, didn't you?"

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter." Salomon did not get used to his thoughts.The smell of blood and sweat on Frank Cassel's body was very unpleasant, and it was not known whether it was his blood or the blood of the gangsters, but what was certain was that he still had a gunshot wound and several cuts on his body now. Stop bleeding. "You don't have to leave here in a sane state, even if I beat you half to death, I can save you, so either you put down the gun, or I'll put it down for you," Salomon said.He saw the light machine gun given to Frank Cassell thrown by the window, and the floor was strewn with shell casings, which was the source of the gunfire they had heard outside the blockade not so long ago. "You don't want to go to Latvinia to fight gangs, but you are willing to stay in New York as a vigilante, so be prepared to be used."

"I'm grabbing your arm now, and I'm putting a gun on your head." Frank Cassel said, "I'm only fighting for myself now, and no one can use me!"

"This doesn't change the result. You have completed your revenge. The so-called fighting crime is just wanting to die. Many people want you to die, but there are also many people who want you to live. Latvinia purely values ​​your ability , but you refused." Salomon said bluntly.Perhaps because of the injury, perhaps because of his trust in Nick Fury's reliability, or because little Lorna was by his side, Frank Cassel finally put away the gun slowly, but he still stared at the gun vigilantly. with Salomon. "Close your eyes, be silent for tens of seconds, and you will arrive at a safe place."

While Tina Madani denounced the weakness of SWAT in New York from the bottom of her heart, she was glad that her support came in time.

Now Madani is a fighting hero of the Department of Homeland Security, because Frank Cassel killed his former comrade in the Marine Corps, one of the behind-the-scenes men who killed his wife and daughter, and Madani's one-night stand Billy Russell.However, due to the current public opinion environment, it is not possible to publicly praise the punisher on TV, so the senior officials of the Department of Homeland Security gave this credit to Madani, who traced the entire murder of the Cassel family, and Tina Madani, who was promoted. Got more resources to track down the Punisher who got in trouble after getting out of prison.

However, when she was wearing body armor and led the agents of the Homeland Security Agency to break into the building belonging to the Irish gang, all she saw were the corpses of Irish gangsters everywhere, the bombed-out walls, a machine gun and There are bullet casings all over the floor, and the Punisher Frank Cassell she was tracking disappeared again.

"How?" asked the agent.

"Check the source of the weapon. Manhattan shouldn't have such heavy firepower." Tina Madani pointed to the machine gun leaning against the window. "I don't expect to find anything, but let field agents and tracers come in. Maybe the Irish gang has the information we want."

"Sir." An agent hurried out of the room, "We need a demolition team! There are more IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices) here than there are on any road in Afghanistan, and they're all mortar shells!"

"Fuck! Are you crazy, Frank!" Tina Maidani glanced at the direction her subordinates were pointing at, and then commanded the team to withdraw while gritting her teeth, "Kick out the New York SWAT, they will only make trouble !Tell them to evacuate the surrounding people and expand the blockade! Contact FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency, an agency of the Department of Homeland Security) and tell them to send emergency technical guards! Don't let anyone enter that room until the demolition team arrives, Those things are enough to blow up the whole block!"

"Where is this?" Frank Cassel was obviously at a loss, and even showed a little panic.

He had never been surrounded by such a large group of minors, and the pistol he wanted to draw could not be drawn.Surrounded by a group of teenagers and young children, he walked in and sat on a long table that was obviously a dining table. The person who brought him disappeared, and he left with a white first-aid kit until a few minutes later. over here.

"Give me your guns. Lorna, put all three guns in the safe."

"Where is this? Why are there so many children?"

"Mount Athena Orphanage, these people are my family." Salomon first picked up the blunt-tip scissors, cut off the clothes on the injured part before Frank Cassel could react, and then opened the first aid kit to organize the operation equipment. "The bullet is still inside, do you need anesthesia?" He picked up a bottle of normal saline and began to clean the bleeding wound. A scalpel and a pair of tweezers were the most basic tools.Seeing Frank Cassel shaking his head, Salomon simply stretched the tweezers in and started digging for bullets. The action was rough but effective.

In less than twenty seconds, he found the bullet and clipped it out, and began to sew up the wound, even the dagger cut, as if he was a very skilled medical soldier.After the wound was treated and gauze covered, he poured himself and Frank Cassell a glass of Tennessee whiskey, perfectly fitting for the Punisher.Frank Cassel couldn't drink those expensive brandies. The countryman's whiskey was the best for middle-aged men and veterans like him. It was cheap and strong.

"Luckily, no bones or major blood vessels were injured, and you'll never be able to lift your shoulders up again during this time."

"Who the hell are you?" Frank Cassel asked suddenly.He is not a fool, the whole thing is very bizarre, he doesn't know how he got here, let alone the truth of it all, he only knows that he really came to a place he didn't understand ten seconds later. "Ordinary people don't have this kind of skill, are you an agent of Nick Fury?"

"No, Nick Fury is my agent." After treating the wound, Salomon took off the disposable rubber gloves. "Now Nick Fury is working for me. All the resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. that have not been seized by the White House and the Pentagon are in my hands, even Nick Fury's space station and alien pets are no exception."

"Are you a Latvinian official? Why are you saving me?"

"You can say that." Salomon nodded calmly, "I need you to track down one thing, about the super soldier plan. There is a person who is currently locked up in the basement of the orphanage. He is a private The managers of military contractors... yes, just like Billy Russell, they received some orders from the Pentagon that could not be put on the table, and at the same time they had collusion with certain pharmaceutical companies. They used Steve Rogers' serum samples as a Originally, a hormone was extracted from the mouse brain, and the pharmaceutical company directly conducted double-blind human experiments in order to catch up with the progress, including marines in the Middle East, homeless people in New York City, veterans in drug rehabilitation centers, etc. I can do it for You provided the resources to go after this, and that bombing was nothing more than a cover for what we were taking from the Irish gang."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)