"Die!"
The grinning Russian Muscle Man pulled the trigger on the rocket launcher on his shoulder, and a rocket immediately hurtled towards the old apartment building.
For these gangsters, as long as they could kill this rule-breaker, it would be worth it even if they destroyed the entire block.
If the most powerful weapon they could get their hands on wasn't a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, these guys wouldn't hesitate to use a tank or an attack helicopter to teach the other guy a lesson!
BOOM!
The rocket was detonated mid-air. Facing several hundred ruthless, battle-hardened black market elites, if the Punisher left the protection of the building, he would be turned into Swiss cheese the moment he showed his face.
So, he had to protect his cover, giving him enough margin for error.
"That guy is a real killing machine!" Jill nodded approvingly, watching the gangsters fall like straw.
With the help of her combat calculator, she could also be perfectly accurate, hitting every shot. But to be as effortless as him was a bit beyond her.
"He's injured!"
Although the Punisher, Frank, was trying to use the walls as cover, he inevitably had to show himself when he wanted to shoot the enemy.
"Looks like someone couldn't wait!" Li Qingyuan smiled, looking at the playing card stuck in Frank's arm.
Such a signature attack method, in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there was no one else but Bullseye!
Bullseye was Kingpin's top assassin, and his superpower was perfect accuracy.
Although perfect accuracy was a skill that any top-tier gunfighter would have, such as Jill and Frank, who could proudly claim to be perfectly accurate themselves, Bullseye's ability was even more precise than theirs.
Normally, to show off his style, Bullseye would choose to kill people with playing cards. Even a toothpick in his hands could unleash power no less than that of a firearm.
Frank's rampant slaughter of Hell's Kitchen's gangsters made it impossible for Kingpin, the mastermind behind the scenes, to continue watching.
After all, if Frank, the guy who was flipping the table, wasn't killed, how could he, the underground emperor of New York, maintain his reputation and command respect?
Therefore, Bullseye, Kingpin's secret weapon, was dispatched.
Frank's face was cold and handsome as he pulled the playing card from his arm. Because of his strong physique, the playing card, which could have severed an ordinary person's arm, only scratched his surface muscles and got stuck on the bone.
As a top-notch combat expert, Frank already knew that the New York gangsters had set up a tight net tonight, as if to kill him.
With his ability, if he wanted to escape just now, these guys wouldn't even dream of being able to keep him.
But now he didn't want to escape at all, because for Frank, he had already lost his desire to live.
After finally wiping out the gang that murdered his family, he found himself lost again, this time by what he discovered at their base.
The country he had sworn to protect had become a breeding ground for crime. The reason the court had acquitted the gang members wasn't just the fabricated evidence; it was because the gang was actually a subordinate agency of the CIA.
The Homeland Security, whose primary mission was to combat crime, was actually raising a gang of thugs? Frank wouldn't have believed it before, but now he understood the CIA's motives perfectly.
The CIA, as a government agency, couldn't simply disregard the law, but a gang could.
Many things that weren't suitable for the government to do directly, the underworld could easily accomplish.
After all, they were investigating themselves, so they could define it however they wanted. Even the gang members currently attacking him were likely serving various violent organizations.
Otherwise, with the thunderous gunshots and explosions, the scene was already comparable to a Middle Eastern battlefield. Was every violent organization in New York deaf?
In this world, there's white and black, and especially in a place like America, the underworld is an indispensable part of government control. His recent rampage, slaughtering those guys, had made all the New York gangs feel threatened, severely disrupting the entire underground order of New York.
Frank used to understand these principles perfectly. As a Marine Corps combat hero, he was intimately familiar with the so-called theories of light and darkness.
But all of that was irrelevant when the foundation of it all was his family's destruction.
As the saying goes, put yourself in someone else's shoes is one thing to consider, but if you're actually in that position, no one can truly accept it.
Right now, Frank just wanted to numb himself with a frenzy of killing, either by eliminating all his enemies or being killed by them!
"He's hurt, charge!"
"Go, as long as we can kill that bastard, the boss said we each get a $500,000 reward!"
To Tony Stark, $500,000 probably wouldn't even cover the cost of a meal or a tip after a night out. But for these gang members, it was a fortune, enough to secure their families' lives.
No choice, this was New York!
Human life is sometimes very valuable, and sometimes it's worthless.
"Bang!"
Frank quietly revealed a hand and fired blindly at the gang members outside, based on the location of the voice.
In an instant, the guy who had been shouting just moments before became a corpse. But in that same instant, another playing card was embedded in his arm.
Bullseye's superpower completely ignored cover. As long as you showed your head, he could immediately attack you.
Of course, if he didn't have so many cannon fodder around to act as cover, Bullseye wouldn't dare to come alone to face this killer.
Even if he threw knives himself, he wouldn't be able to kill the other guy without throwing ten or eight of them. Yet, the other guy only needed one bullet to kill him.
His superpower was just pinpoint accuracy, not immortality!
Having been cut in the arm by two playing cards in a row, although Frank's offensive capability wasn't completely nullified, his combat effectiveness inevitably declined.
Given the current intense situation, he had no time to deal with the wounds on his arm, and blood was constantly flowing out of the two cuts.
"Should I take action? Otherwise, that guy looks like he's going to die today?" Jill asked, pulling out her pistol again after observing the situation below.
She had been watching for a while and had located Bullseye's position. With Frank's skills, as long as she shot Bullseye, the remaining lackeys shouldn't be a problem.
"Wait a little longer!" Li Qingyuan thought that the Punisher shouldn't die so quickly, and he felt he could watch the show for a while longer.
If Bullseye was now on the verge of death, then saving him might get him to pledge loyalty. But that Punisher guy!
Even if he saved him, it would probably be difficult to recruit him, right?
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