The word "good news" in the dictionary is defined as: hearsay or informal transmission.

Common sense tells us that the widely circulated gossip before the storm is about to come is likely to be very consistent with the true insider of the major events that are about to happen.

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

Frank Custer, or the Punisher, is not a qualified news broker - but he can threaten and blackmail those big and rat brokers through bullets and knives to obtain information.

It was late at night, and this strong man with a bitter and grave face forever had just finished a thousand push-ups. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and sat in front of the computer to check the emails filled with intelligence.

He gently pressed the mouse, and the cold light of the screen reflected in his eyes, and he swept the messages of the three or two lines of words in one glance.

"A vicious shooting broke out in Brooklyn last night, and the murderer is still absconding", "The missing person in Queens has increased dramatically, and the New York police have stepped up their investigation", "The Statue of Liberty has been explosively damaged for no reason, and the repair progress is far away."

These messages seem to be inseparable, but in conjunction with the speculations and conjectures from brokers from all sides below the message, the punisher gradually pieced together the truth of the incident.

"From the riots caused at present, some uninvited guests visited New York. They had clear division of labor, clear organization, well-trained, and rarely left clues for investigation, which had a strong purpose..."

The Punisher's strong arm, whose muscle lines were explosive, held his sharp chin, squinted his eyes, and his delicate and meticulous brain was running rapidly under his thick and generous appearance, thinking about something.

Dingdong, you have a new unread email.

As he was sending his eyes to the information bar with red dots, he accidentally discovered that the new email came from his good friend, the disfigured mercenary Deadpool.

Because of his extreme temperament, the Punisher and Deadpool treat the evil people extremely roughly. Once they take action, they will use the enemy's corpse and blood as the background board for the end of work.

Such a blood-handed butcher naturally cannot be accepted by other so-called "decent" superheroes, which makes the Punisher and Deadpool have a very common language, and occasionally they will have leisure and entertainment activities to drink together and kill inferior criminals.

Click on the email, and a short video was loaded with about a minute. As the play button was pressed, Deadpool's big head in the black and red hood occupied the entire screen.

"Hey, buddy, are you doing well recently? To be honest, I miss the glorious years of killing people with you last month. I hope you don't mind that I replaced the last bullet in your revolver with a firecracker at that time."

Deadpool was still in that nervous and humble tone, shaking her head and saying, "Anyway, you probably learned some news from your own channels. New York has not been peaceful these days, so I advise you to hide at home for the time being and not go out."

"Haha." The punishment smiled indifferently, but saw Deadpool on the screen reversed her sloppy appearance just now, and rarely showed a serious aura, and said solemnly: "Listen, Brother Custer, I know you are not the kind of person who can be easily persuaded.

But you have to know that you are just an ordinary person without any extraordinary ability after all - there is no meaning of ridicule, just simply telling you that the successive disappearances of the extraordinary New York City are definitely not the end, and there will be even more deadly storms coming."

After saying that, Deadpool in the video scratched his head, whispered to the screen as if he was talking to himself: "Brother, I have few friends. I don't want you to die again, probably that's it..."

The screen pauses and the video is played.

The punisher stood up from the chair thoughtfully, walked towards the window, and his thick fingers clasped the dirt-filled glass window guide groove.

Wherever you see, there are the bustling night view of the city.

New York City, including the suburbs, has a population of nearly 18 million. Even if it is only included in the city, there are still 8 million people living on this 789 square kilometers of land.

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

The punisher can rest, but the criminal will not.

He sighed, pulled the window, took off the black shirt with a pale skull from the coat rack, and put it on his body, covering the dense scars of the gun holes.

Tonight, he is going to kill someone.

The man was named Jin Bing. He was originally just an ordinary criminal, but he relied on his natural evil mind and his sinister and cruel nature to slaughter the other New York gangs, and finally gathered the entire New York and even the entire West Coast gangster network and became the uncrowned king of the West Coast gangs.

Countless black transactions were carried out under his control, countless bloody massacres spread throughout his territory, and countless souls of resentful spirits formed the throne of skeleton under his feet.

There are many people who hate Jin Bing, but few are capable of killing him. In addition to being a strong body that is the ultimate human body, Jin Bing also has this cautious will to survive, and believes in the theory of cunning rabbits, and will not easily reveal their whereabouts.

As early as a few months ago, the Punisher was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to determine the position of gold.

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

Tonight, Jin Bing will meet the Penguin, the leader of the West Coast gangster from Gotham, on the top floor of his building.

The punishments do not care about what kind of sparks will the collision between two gangster emperors on the east and west coasts, because if they miss this opportunity, they will be killed next, and they will probably have to wait a few years later.

The punishers can afford to wait, but the innocent people who struggle to survive under the abuse of the gang empire cannot afford to wait.

Therefore, he buried Deadpool's kind advice in his heart, fully armed, put on his clothes, pushed the door open, and broke into the cold wind alone.

On the way forward, the Punisher had imagined countless situations. He was familiar with every armed force configuration in Jinbing Building, familiar with the practice of changing positions of armed security personnel, familiar with every corner, ventilation duct, and emergency passage

He is confident that he will break into Jin and Building tonight, kill and even escape without any hesitation.

However, before he could get close to the building, he smelled a trace of the fishy sweet smell that belonged to the blood from the noisy night wind.

The wailing sounded faintly, and the punishment man looked up. The towering golden building seemed to be shrouded in an unknown layer of mist, turning into a whirlpool of the vast deep sea, intending to swallow any victims who entered it without authorization.
Chapter completed!