Marvel: Start with Ease

After speaking, Li Qianhuan said again, "Are you here to form an alliance with us on behalf of the Li Jian team?"

"Who did you hear, Professor?"

Logan thought that the professor wouldn't tell the average students about these things.

"Why can't I know for myself, I'm part of the team too."

After finishing speaking, Li Qianhuan straightened his chest and said to Logan in a direct voice.

"You."

"What's the matter, do you think only you are worthy?"

Li Qian said happily.

"Me too."

2 next to him also hurriedly said, "How old are you, 17."

Logan was a little surprised.

Li Qianhuan added, "She is a reserve player"

"Well, then your captain is too picky about food."

"Who is talking bad about me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cyclops walked over from the building and said, "I'm back."

After speaking, he shook hands with Logan, and the Storm girl next to him also hugged Logan for a while...

At this time, a roar was heard in the sky, and the rain shot down like an arrow! With the deafening thunder, a storm came! It was a storm "arrow"

Rain, the rain began to fall wildly in an instant, and the thunder became louder and louder. The wind was roaring, and the thunder was roaring! The sky was roaring! The dark clouds gradually became more and more, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and then a flash of lightning struck a tree. Tree! It seems that all this is to say that more extraordinary things will happen in the world in the future.

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Chapter 209 The Punisher

Chapter 209 Punisher Witt Brooklyn.

Frank.

Custer licked the remaining blood on the ballistic knife.

His eagle eyes stared at the wicked man in front of him, but it was like a cat and mouse, and his eyes were full of jokes and cruelty.

Frank.

Custer let this serial murderer who likes to torture innocents escape, but the murderer seemed to have been frightened and ran forward in a panic.

Suddenly, the murderer stumbled and fell to the ground! The punisher seemed to think that the game should be over. He jumped up and stepped on the murderer's back! The murderer's face smashed into the road , suddenly became embarrassed.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and panted heavily: "You! You said you would let me go!"

"Yes, man."

Frank.

Custer pulled up a cold and nasty smile: "Don't you also treat those..., the victims who think they can escape from your hands?"

The murderer's pupils suddenly locked, subconsciously trying to struggle, he was shackled by Frank.

Custer's feet.

Constantly twisting the immobile body, like a worm constantly twisting and struggling in the hut.

Frank.

Custer looked a little disgusted by his actions, and when he flipped his wrist, the ballistic knife in his hand was thrown out.

The blade cut through the air, sending out a short but sharp scream, and finally plunged into the murderer's left leg.

He only heard a scream from the murderer, his left leg kept twitching, and his face was covered in cold sweat for a moment.

He was still covered with blood, part of him, part of the mother and daughter who were tortured to death by him.

This time, the heinous murderer finally understood that the man who stepped on him at the moment was not a volunteer who saw injustice.

He's just... a devil! "Don't you do it all the time,"

For the misery of the murderer, Frank.

Custer didn't care at all, and even showed a willingness to see such a scene at the moment.

"Trick the weak into your domain, and draw out the butcher's knife,"

Frank.

Custer pulled out the ballistic knife stuck in the murderer's left leg.

The murderer's eyes flashed like the dawn of hope, and then he saw Frank.

Custer stabbed again brutally and mercilessly.

"You hurt them first, let them bleed to satisfy your bloodthirsty perverted desire, and then let your prey go and watch them struggle to survive."

"When they think they've escaped, you show up again, destroy their hopes, and you've had enough of their good show for you to watch, and then brutally kill them."

Frank.

Custer leaned down and leaned into the murderer's ear.

"I thought you would like it all, this is my present for you."

He laughed so coldly that the murderer could not help shivering.

"I mean, how come you don't like it anymore?"

Frank.

Custer stood up and stepped back on the murderer.

Murderer by Frank.

Custer burst into tears, he had already anticipated his possible fate, so he crawled forward with his hands and feet struggling.

Frank.

Custer looked at him coldly.

The joking, sarcasm, and watching the show in his expression were all gone, in Frank.

In Custer's eyes, there is a coldness that will destroy everything.

He took out a modified gun from his waist:.

Then, Frank.

Custer aimed the gun at the murderer's legs.

The bullet burst through the muzzle, where the fire splashed, and after a blast, the murderer cried out shrilly.

His two legs were actually taken by Frank.

Custer's blood was blurred! This time, the murderer was already venting more and less.

He didn't even have the strength to struggle, only the instinctive physiological response of his body made him twitch constantly, swinging like a fish washed ashore by the waves.

Frank.

Custer stared indifferently at the murderer's tragic state.

The ballistic knife turned a few knives in his hand, he let out a cold snort, and the ballistic knife shot out of his hand, hitting the murderer's hand.

After dismantling the murderer's hands in the same way, Frank.

Custer took out a neat white cloth from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood stained on the blade.

Then, as if he was extremely disgusted, he threw the white cloth stained with dirty blood on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, man."

Frank.

Custer bared his white teeth, and his seemingly kind words sounded like Satan's pronouncements to the murderer.

"I won't kill you, how could I be such a cruel person?"

"You'll lie here, in a secluded corner, enduring the pain, watching the blood drain from your body, and then dying miserably."

Say it, Frank.

Castor turned away cruelly.

The murderer screamed with all his remaining strength: "You kill me!! I beg you to kill me!"

"You might as well try the method of biting your tongue and committing suicide"

Frank.

Custer stopped, "Goodwill"

He reminded: "In this way, you can also verify which method will make people die faster."

Frank.

Custer's footsteps drifted farther and farther, and he passed through the dark alley.

Passing by the black cat with green eyes in the dark, back to the brightly lit Brooklyn city.

All of a sudden, it seems like...the two worlds are separated, and the light and the dark are clearly opposed to each other.

Just Frank.

Custer - or Punisher doesn't belong to any of them.

Punishers have always been detached from justice and evil, lonely and ununderstood loners.

Fortunately these............Frank.

Castor didn't care at all.

He took out a necklace from his neck and kissed the people in the photos in the mezzanine.

At this moment, the huge display screen outside the building that originally displayed the beautiful face of the beauty suddenly flashed, and the beauty was instantly replaced by the news.

The sound of the explosion reached the ears of pedestrians in Brooklyn through the medium of the media.