Marvel’s Kryptonian

They don't know yet that "The Punisher" has turned into an undead monster.

And Frank obviously didn't reveal himself, he hid himself so well that neither S.H.I.E.L.D. nor anyone else could find out that he had turned into a skeleton knight like Johnny Blazer.

After all, Frank knew very well that if his secret was discovered, those nasty Wall Street lords would definitely greedily attack him.

Although he has become immortal, Frank does not want to cause social unrest and panic, he just wants to kill all the sinners.

As for the guys on Wall Street.

Put your head on their necks for a while, and when you kill all the sinners, it will be their turn.

At night, Frank entered a stronghold of the Steinich family.

He still carried a large amount of weapons and ammunition under his trench coat, and Frank would not use Ghost Rider's power unless necessary, because he needed to avoid exposing himself as much as possible.

What's more, after becoming a Ghost Rider, even an ordinary person has superhuman strength, speed and nerve reflex speed, enough for Frank to slaughter these ordinary criminals.

"Harley~ How's my old friend doing?"

The Mexican drug dealer, Harley Steinb, who just stepped off the Buick Boulevard limousine, is being warmly welcomed by the owner here.

"Goering, if you can order more for me, I'll be much better!"

The little Mexican Harley hugged and said, Goering, the person working here.

"Ah~ You need to know that the output of Heaven No. 3 has not been high, so although I really want to order more goods for you, I can't do anything about it."

Goering spread his hands, expressing his powerlessness.

When Frank was thinking about catching a good prey this time, his soul radar told him that there was an invisible guy approaching him.

Mutant?

Frank silently reached into his arms and took out an M500 revolver.

Then suddenly turned sideways, and a red tongue with a fishy smell hit the position just like lightning fast.

The red tongue was like a powerful steel whip, hitting a big hole on the solid concrete slab.

The sound from this side immediately alerted the two drug dealers over there. Goering said hello, and nearly 30 gang members armed with various guns raised their guns to warn them.

Frank had already fired according to the position of his tongue, and without hesitation he emptied the M500's bullets in just a few blinks of an eye.

The powerful warhead cut five big holes in the mutant's body, and all of them could see the scene behind.

Five bullets, all hits!

The mutant was dead, and could never imagine why he was hit when he was invisible. Moreover, all five bullets hit the torso, and all important organs were smashed. Even if he was lying on the operating table of the hospital, he could not be saved.

This is the terrible thing about Frank. In the DC world, it is at least the level of the death knell.

Killing is already an instinct for them.

Frank reloaded the M500 and flew out.

More than 30 gangsters have been staring here, and when he just flew out, these guys opened fire on Frank.

However, the terrain of this trading point is rather peculiar, like the underground foundation of a building with many large concrete pillars for support.

So Frank just flew and dodged directly behind another pillar. Although the gangsters fired at Frank in a dense manner, they didn't hit him.

"Damn, Breez is dead!"

"Jason is dead too!"

At this time, the gangsters found that two of their companions had been shot in the head.

Because the gunfire was too dense just now, they didn't even know that the enemy had completed the counterattack at that moment.

What kind of monster is this?

Frank pulled a 12.7mm automatic rifle out of his coat.

Don't ask where he stuffed it, it's a man's secret, just like a woman's four-dimensional ditch, everything can be put in and taken out.

An automatic rifle with a 60-round extended magazine was enough for Frank to finish the carnage.

He threw two smoke bombs, and suddenly, the smoke shrouded his nose and eyes, and before they could react, Frank opened fire.

Everyone felt as if the air had become thinner, and their breathing was not smooth. Ask them to deal with the enemy, and they have no problem.

After all, they were all trained by the Stanage family, and they had to go through many gang fights to guard an important industry in the family here.

But this kind of enemy who doesn't know where it is is very uncomfortable. Cough~cough~ There are two low mourning sounds, accompanied by two falling sounds.

This means that there are two more companions sacrificed. But no one dared to run away. They couldn't tell the direction in the smoke, and they didn't know where they would go. Maybe running away would make them die faster!

Under this suppressed emotion, some people finally couldn't stand it. They picked up the gun in their hands and fired at the front. This was just to vent their pressure, and it didn't help in the real battle.

Frank didn't waver at all. In the smoke, he fired extremely accurately according to the sound of gunshots and human voices. The lethality of the 12.7mm rifle was astonishing. gun.

After three seconds, the entire underground space returned to silence. Only a few half-dead guys lay on the ground, panting in pain.

Frank finished refilling the gun with a blank face, blowing the heads of these guys.

Then he found three suitcases and placed all three suitcases on a simple table. Open the suitcase of drug dealer Harley, which is full of drug money.

One hundred pieces of one-hundred-dollar cash were bundled into a stack. Counting the two hundred stacks of one-hundred-dollar knives in this suitcase, this is two million dollars in cash.

Ordinary gangs like to use small bills because they don't have well-established money laundering channels.

But for a large family like the Steinich family with money laundering channels, large amounts of cash are naturally more popular.

The other two boxes contained ice-blue capsules. Frank heard the conversation between Harley and Goering before and knew what this thing was called Paradise Three.

Now that science is advancing, traditional drugs like Hi-Royin and Cocaine have begun to fade away.

Because these plant-derived drugs require a huge plantation, it is too easy to be found and destroyed.

But now the soft drugs that can be synthesized by chemical preparations are more hidden, and they are more addictive and dependent.