Marvel – Immortal Path

The definition of the word "grass" in the dictionary means: hearsay or unofficial information.

Common sense tells us that the gossip that circulated widely before wind and rain came, might very well fit the real inside story of the upcoming major event.

Especially for those news brokers who are accustomed to living in the dark side of the city, it is easy to continuously gather only a few vague messages through various information channels, and gradually piece together a complete picture.

Frank Castle, or Punisher, is not a qualified news broker-but he can use bullets and knives to threaten to blackmail those humongous brokers to obtain information.

It’s late at night, this brawny man, who always has that bitter and solemn face, just finished a thousand push-ups, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel, and sat down. I checked the e-mail box filled with intelligence mail in front of the computer.

He lightly pressed the mouse, and within both eyes the cold light of the screen was reflected, and he scanned the three or two lines of text messages at a glance.

"Brooklyn broke out in a vicious shooting last night, and the murderer is still absconding", "Queens has seen a dramatic increase in the number of missing people, and New York Police has stepped up investigations", "Statue of Liberty has explosive damage for no reason, and the repair progress is nowhere in sight." "

These messages seem to have nothing to do with them, but in line with the speculations and conjectures from various brokers under the message, Punisher gradually pieced together the truth of the incident.

"From the current riots, some uninvited guests have visited New York. They have a clear division of labor, clear organization, well-trained, and rarely leave clues for tracing. They have a strong purpose. Sex..."

Punisher's muscular, explosive arms hold an angular chin, and his eyes are squinted. The delicate and meticulous brain under the rugged exterior is spinning fast, thinking about something. .

ding dong, you have a new unread mail.

I was moving my gaze to the message box with the red dot, and unexpectedly discovered that this new email came from his good friend, the mercenary Deadpool who was disfigured.

Punisher and Deadpool have extreme temperament, and their attitude towards the wicked is extremely rude. Once they do, they will use the enemy's corpse mountain and blood as the background board for the end of the work.

Such a Blood Hands Butcher is naturally not accepted by other so-called "decent" Superhero, which makes Punisher and Deadpool have a very common language, and occasionally they will have a drink together to kill the inferior. Leisure and entertainment activities for criminals.

Click on the email, there is a short video about 1 minute in it. With the press of the play button, Deadpool's big head in a black and red headgear fills the entire screen. .

"Hey, buddy, how have you been recently? To be honest, I kind of miss the glorious years of hacking people with you last month. I hope you don’t mind when I put you in your revolver. The last bullet of his was replaced by firecrackers."

Deadpool is still in that neurotic and mean tone, shaking his head and saying: "All in all, you probably also learned some news from the own channel. , New York the past few days is not peaceful, so I advise you to hide at home for now and don’t go out."

"hehe." Punisher didn't care about laughing, but saw Deadpool on the screen. Just now, in a very serious imposing manner, he said solemnly: "Listen, Castle Old Brother, I know you are not the kind of person who can be easily persuaded.

But you have to I know that after all, you are just an ordinary person without any supernatural powers-there is no meaning of ridicule, but simply to tell you that the successive disappearances of the New York transcender is definitely not the end, and there will be even more terrible storms coming."

After all, Deadpool in the video scratched his head, as if talking to himself, and whispered to the screen: "Man, I have few friends, I don't want you to die anymore, that's probably it. ..."

The screen pauses and the video is played.

Punisher looked thoughtful and stood up from the chair, walked to the window, his thick fingers clasped the dirty glass window guide groove,

The bustling night scene of the city.

New York City includes the suburbs and has a population of nearly 18 million. Even if only in the city, there are 8 million people living on this piece of land of 789 square kilometers.

Every day, crime is breeding on the dark side of the city. The gangsters living on the civilized body of the city are like parasites, sucking blood and nourishing themselves with their sharp mouthparts.

Punisher can rest, but criminals won't.

He sighed, pulled the window, took the black shirt with pale skull from the coat rack, put it on his body, concealing the close and numerous gunhole scars.

Tonight, he is going to kill someone.

The man was named Kingpin. He was originally just an ordinary criminal, but he relied on his natural evil mind and cruel temperament to cleanse other New York gangs like a slaughter. Consolidate the entire New York, and even the entire east coast gang network, and become the uncrowned king of the east coast gang.

Countless black trades were carried out under his control, countless bloody massacres spread across his territory, and countless wraith souls jointly cast the throne of skeletons under his feet.

There are many people who hate Kingpin, but few have the ability to kill him. In addition to the strong physique that can be called the limit of the human body, Kingpin also believes in a sly individual has. The theory of more than one plan to fall back on, easily never reveals whereabouts.

A few months ago, Punisher was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to determine Kingpin’s location.

Now, after waiting for a long time, he finally waited.

Tonight, Kingpin will definitely be on the top floor of his own building to meet the leader of the west coast gang from Gotham, the Penguin.

Punisher doesn’t care at all about how the collision between the two gangster kings on the east west coast will create sparks, because once this opportunity is missed, the next two people will be killed, afraid that it will take several years. Later.

Punisher can afford to wait, but those innocents struggling to survive under the abuse of the gang empire can't afford it.

So, he buried Deadpool’s kind advice in his heart, fully armed, draped into battle, opened the door, and broke into the cold wind alone.

On the way forward, Punisher envisioned countless situations. He was familiar with every armed force configuration in the Kingpin Building, familiar with the practice of changing positions of armed security personnel, and familiar with every corner, ventilation ducts, and emergency response. Passage

He is sure to break into the Kingpin Building tonight, kill him, and even retreat all over his body.

However, before he approached the building, he smelled such a sweet smell of blood from the hustle and bustle of the night breeze.

The wailing sound faintly sounded, Punisher looked up, and the towering Kingpin Mansion seemed to be shrouded in an unknown mist, turning into a round of vortex in the vast deep sea, intending to swallow any victim who broke into it without authorization. .