Me? A SHIELD agent?"
Perkins was stunned.
She hadn't expected Russell to suspect her of being a SHIELD agent.
For a killer, this was a very serious suspicion.
It was even a suspicion that could potentially endanger her life.
Any killer has a natural wariness towards agents of official organizations.
Whether the agent was from SHIELD, or the FBI, CIA, MI6, or even the disbanded former Soviet intelligence agency, the KGB, they would all arouse their suspicion.
More importantly, killers are not police; they don't need so-called evidence.
As long as they suspect you, they might just kill you.
As for whether it's a mistaken kill, that's not within the killers' consideration.
Russell said nothing, looking calmly at Perkins.
He wasn't sure if Perkins was a SHIELD agent; he just had that suspicion.
After all, in his memory, there was a SHIELD agent who looked exactly like Perkins.
"Why do you think I'm a SHIELD agent?"
Perkins reverted to her ice-cold beauty persona, frowning as she asked.
"A hunch!"
A hunch?
Upon hearing Russell's answer, Perkins almost couldn't resist drawing her gun and shooting him.
Just because of a hunch, you suspect I'm a SHIELD agent?
"Do you know how much trouble that suspicion could cause me?"
Perkins was genuinely unhappy now.
Given Russell's current reputation, if others knew he suspected Perkins was a SHIELD agent, other fellow killers would likely treat her directly as a SHIELD agent.
By then, those colleagues who already had grudges against her might target her for assassination at any moment.
"Of course I know, which is why I've never told anyone else about this."
Russell poured himself another glass of whiskey and took a small sip.
Seeing Russell's unchanging calm expression, Perkins wished she could bite him a few times right now.
"I am not a SHIELD agent!"
Before leaving, Perkins said with extreme seriousness.
After speaking, she left the bar.
After Perkins left, Russell patiently waited for the hotel's intelligence.
He had no intention of returning to the agency until he dealt with the Punisher.
He waited until noon.
Hotel, restaurant.
Russell was enjoying lunch by himself in the restaurant.
At this moment, the well-dressed Charon approached him.
"Mr. Bradley, here is the intelligence you requested."
Charon handed the paper in his hand to Russell.
"Thank you."
"Do you have any other needs, sir?" Charon asked next.
He had the intelligence.
According to Russell's usual style, he would immediately set out to deal with the Punisher.
Since he was going out to kill, weapons and equipment were naturally indispensable.
"Is the Sommelier at the hotel right now?"
"He is never not here."
Charon replied with a smile.
The Sommelier is the hotel's arms supplier.
As for why the person providing firearms is called the Sommelier, it's probably because both alcohol and bullets have the effect of making people lie down.
Putting down his knife and fork, Russell went alone to the hotel's tasting room.
In the tasting room, he saw the Sommelier, whom he had seen countless times before.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bradley!"
Like Charon, the Sommelier was also wearing a sharp black suit.
The only difference was that the Sommelier was not black, but white.
"I'd like to do some tasting."
Unlike a normal tasting room, the cabinets here didn't display wine, but various firearms.
Handguns, rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, daggers, grenades...
Full automatic, semi-automatic, special modifications...
All weapons were arranged by category.
"I know you used to prefer German varieties, but I highly recommend the new Austrian varieties, the Glock 26 and Glock 34."
"You tasted the Glock 26 last time, how did you like it?"
The Sommelier took out two handguns from the cabinet displaying handguns and placed them in front of Russell.
"The feel is quite good!" Russell replied.
"Then you should like this new variety."
"Reshaped grip, flared magazine well for easier loading, you'll definitely like its custom modifications."
The Sommelier introduced the improved new varieties, while Russell picked up the Glock 26 and 34 on the table and felt them out.
From the appearance, the Glock 26 and 34 the Sommelier brought out this time didn't have any particularly obvious changes.
But once you handled them, you could feel the difference.
It had to be said, the modified ones were a bit more comfortable than the original factory models.
After experiencing them, Russell put down the two handguns and continued, "Do you have anything more accurate and powerful?"
"Powerful... accurate..."
After thinking for a moment, the Sommelier took out an assault rifle from the cabinet displaying rifles.
"AR-15, 11.5-inch barrel, ion-coated bolt carrier, equipped with a Geissele 1-6x variable magnification scope."
Like the Glock 26 and 34 just now, this AR-15 was clearly also a specially modified model.
"Okay, I'll take these."
Two handguns, one assault rifle.
This firepower didn't seem very strong, but for Russell, it was completely sufficient.
These three guns were prepared for using Gun Kata; if it was just to kill the Punisher, he could use the Venom symbiote's abilities.
After acquiring Gun Kata, he hadn't actually used it in combat yet.
This time, he planned to practice on the Punisher.
Queens.
Downstairs of a certain abandoned building.
After buying the guns from the Sommelier, Russell drove his Porsche 911 here.
According to the hotel's intelligence agents, the Punisher was currently inside this abandoned building.
Two intelligence agents paid with their lives to obtain this information.
This was the main reason why the rush fee was four gold coins.
Sitting in the car and looking at the building, which had been abandoned for who knows how long, Russell got out of the car with the newly purchased handguns and rifle.
His plan of action this time was very simple: just go straight up.
However, as soon as he got out of the car, he noticed something was wrong.
Someone was watching him!
Although Russell didn't have superpowers like telepathy, he had been a killer for over two years, after all.
He hadn't noticed anyone following him when he drove here.
But after he got out of the car, the feeling of being watched became extremely obvious.
The symbiote inside him was like beating a drum in his ear, warning him.
Police? Or SHIELD?
Russell turned his head and looked towards the street corner behind him, at the small car parked by the roadside.
Never mind!
Even if it was the police and SHIELD, it didn't matter.
Russell ignored the unidentified watchers, carried the bag containing the rifle, and walked into the abandoned building.
This abandoned building had over twenty floors, and the Punisher's safe house was on the fifteenth floor.
Because it was abandoned, the building's elevator had long stopped operating.
After entering the building, Russell took the rifle out of the bag and disengaged the safety.
PS: Thank you to 'Hokage's Man' for the reward, thank you for your support~~
Continuing to ask for follow-reads, recommendations, chapter comments, reviews...
Same as usual, anything is fine, even just typing '1'...
Please, everyone...