Just as he was praying, suddenly, Frank felt a wind coming from behind his ears, one lowered his head and turned around, and a short stick passed by him, and a long thick rope was connected behind the short stick.

At this moment, the thick rope suddenly tightened, and the short stick turned around. Frank kicked the short stick aside, followed by a turn.

Bang!

The bullet penetrated the chamber and rubbed the attacker's body.

Daredevil?

Turning around Frank recognized the appearance of the attacker. The so-called superheroes' outfits are always so special that they can tell their identities at a glance.

"Why do you need to place a bomb?" Daredevil looked angry and asked Frank loudly.

Neuropathy...

Frank cursed in his heart, and he had a sneak attack, and he took all the attacks first, and then returned it back like that? When is this a third-rate TV series? Don’t take up time when questioning and defending?

Frank only knows that if you attack, you will be the enemy! If you knock it down in advance, then ask!

The sound of the bullet leaking interrupted Daredevil's inquiry. Frank, who took the lead, started shooting continuously. Daredevil was struggling with two pistols and could not resist, so he could only rely on his extraordinary perception to hide in the alley next to him.

Listening to the gunshots in his ears, Matt calculated the number of bullets in Frank's pistol.

That's now!

Matt, who had been hiding for half a minute, suddenly rushed out, flew out with two sticks in his hand, and smashed him towards Frank.

I bet that there are no bullets in your gun!

Bang bang bang bang.

Apparently, Matt lost the bet, and the thrown short stick was shot around in the air by bullets, and the scene was a little quiet for a moment.

"Haha, this is not a hero game, or the game is over." Frank held the third pistol and moved his gun downwards, aiming at Matt's thigh, preparing to give him an unforgettable lesson.

Swish!

A black shadow flashed past and hit Frank's wrist, and the gun in his hand was directly knocked away, followed by the incapable stick shadow that shot the pistol into debris in the air from all angles.

"This is indeed not a hero game, but the game is not over." When the stick man spoke, the attack in his hand did not stop. With the lessons of his disciples, he knew very well that the person in front of him was not the gangster he usually met, and he probably knew who this was.

Frank, caught off guard, could only use his arms to block the knock of the long stick. He had no idea when the stick man appeared beside him.

Soon, one bruise after another on Frank's body was blown. During this process, Frank also thought of taking out a spare firearm to fight back, but the gunman was approached by a martial arts master, so he could not decide when to fight back.

Although Frank is very aggrieved now, it is so dangerous that it is not very dangerous. The attack of the old man basically falls in the place where Frank is fleshy, because the old man also knows that if Frank really wants to kill Daredevil, the three bullets will not hit the short stick, but will directly hit the reckless Matt.

This can't continue like this!

Frank felt the pain gradually increasing in his body and made a decision in his heart. He now judged that the number of attacks was falling more and more, but it was far worse than the attacks of the Stickson as a storm.

So Frank gave up his defense and launched a counterattack. He suddenly swung his long fist when the long stick fell on his body.

“Good speed, poor skills.”

The old man commented lightly, and the long stick bounced, and the stick hit Frank's arm.

Frank rolled to the side, and his left hand had already touched his arms.

"At seven steps, the gun is fast, and within seven steps, the stick is fast!"

The old man from the stick came first, pressed it on Frank's chest, and the pistol he had just found was directly hit to the ground.

Frank was pushed to the ground by the stick in a strange position, thinking in his mind how to get out.

A few seconds later, the stick man suddenly took back the long stick and took two steps back, "Are you looking for a keel?"

Frank looked up at the thin but powerful old man. He didn't understand. How did everyone know when to find out the information on the tire?

"Get up, those ninjas who join hands are coming soon." The Sticker said immediately, "As for the dragon bone, come with me if you want to know."

Under the leadership of the Sticker, Frank came to a secret base, located underground in Hell's Kitchen. The place was a bit dirty and messy, but it was secret enough.

"Sit down, Mr. Punisher." The stick man said straight to the point.

Frank sat down on the chair, Matt took out a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet and placed it in front of him, and then walked away without his head. He had a bad impression of Frank, and now he was just because the teacher was there and he didn't attack.

Frank heard the stick-shou screaming about his identity, but he didn't care much, but just rubbed the blood from his body with safflower oil.

"Before communication, I want to ask you a question. What are you looking for a keel? "The stick asked leaned against the table and spoke, and the long stick in his hand pressed against the ground, playing a role like a blind stick.

"I need him." Frank paused and answered.

These words were beyond the expectations of the Sticker.

"You need it?"

"Yes."

"How old are you now?"

"?"

Frank didn't understand, does age have anything to do with keels?

"Are you afraid of death?" asked the Sticker, his ears listening carefully to Frank's heartbeat, an alternative way of detecting lie with average effect.

"What does it mean? Is this related?" Frank asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"What do you think is the greatest use of keels?"

"What?"

“Longevity.”

"Longevity?!"

Frank was really surprised now. He remembered that the key word given by the God of Lamp on the Dragon Bone Fossil Information was curse. Can this thing be used to prolong life?! Is it certain that it was not ascending to heaven in advance?

The old man frowned slightly. Frank really didn't seem to know that the keel bone was used to prolong his life. So why did he find this thing?

"Of course, the dragon bones can be resurrected and prolong their lifespan when the end of the year is approaching. This is also the reason why those in the Hands-Group are pursuing hard. They don't have many dragon bones on their hands, and if they want to continue to live, they must find more dragon bones." The stick man explained.

"Where are the other keels? In Hell's Kitchen?" Frank asked, staring at the Sticker.

The Stickman glanced at Frank deeply, "I don't know."

Don't know, or don't want to say it?

Frank couldn't judge the true thoughts of the Shoushou for a moment, "Are you planning to prolong your life?"

"No, I just want to knock those guys' heads one by one." The stick sole said coldly. The people he mentioned were worthy of the leaders of the Handicraft Association.

Listening to this, Matt sighed in his heart. He was the kind of person who could not kill without killing and advocated legal sanctions. His master was a bit like Frank, and he was the kind of person who used violence to fight violence and eliminate evil.

"Is that so, what do you want me to do?" Frank smiled faintly, and continued to ask without delving into it.

"I don't need you, I just want to tell you that what you killed today is just the lowest-level members of the Hand Gang Association. They do not represent the true power of the Hand Gang Association." As the Stick Soon spoke, he picked up a long stick in his hand and opened the door of the secret base.

Frank shrugged, and he took the opportunity to take the guests.

"If you plan to find me, you can come here again." The door closed, and the voice of the old man from the bottom reached Frank's ears.

After Frank walked away, the old man turned his head to Matt, and they were about to change the base position.

Once the secret base is known, it will no longer be secret.
Chapter completed!