Super God Login: Start With Marvel

Brooklyn, New York, on the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

The night dimmed the stars, and even the moonlight seemed hazy and almost invisible.

Zou Jin, wearing a very out-of-date white coat and a set of casual clothes underneath, is strolling on the street.

Perhaps because of the impact of the explosion not long ago.

The hustle and bustle of Niuyo at night has been lowered by eight tones.

Among the withered and yellow fallen leaves, waste paper and plastic bags flying all over the street, there is no one to be seen.

Even the little blacks who can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, for some reason, they were stunned to see no one.

This disappointed Zou Jin, who was planning to go to the Hand Association stronghold, to act as an enthusiastic crowd along the way, to warm people's hearts.

Sudden.

Turning into a street corner, Zou Jin stopped in his tracks...

Because a black shadow cast by the street lamp swayed like a demon.

If it weren't for the clearly audible bloody smell, Zou Jin even thought that this place was ransacked by Sadako.

under the streetlight.

A dead body that had already cooled down was dangling from a street lamp with its limbs bound by several steel wires.

The blood flowing out from under the corpse smeared half of the street.

"Tsk...a cruel person!"

"Torture extorted a confession just like Ling Chi, this little black is really miserable... I don't know if he stole someone else's wife, or if he was found out by fostering his illegitimate child in the spare tire's house..."

in the shadows.

A figure stepped out halfway quietly, the upper body was always hidden in the darkness.

"Son, now is not a good time to hang around outside!"

Looking up, Zou Jin realized it.

The speaker was also a familiar face.

It was a burly and strong man with abnormally protruding nasal bones, and the contours of his face hidden in the shadows looked oppressive.

Black short-sleeved, but inappropriately wearing a heavy body armor outside.

There is also a hideous skull printed on it.

See this iconic outfit.

No need to ask.

Zou Jin immediately recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Frank Custer.

Codename Punisher!

He was originally a soldier from the Mei Lijian Marine Corps. He is also an experienced expert in unconventional warfare. He even served as an instructor of the All-Mei Special Forces.

But his family was implicated in the gang fight and unfortunately died.

From then on, he turned into a punisher to retaliate against all evil forces.

Just looking at Xiao Hei who was hung on the street lamp, he knew that this guy's methods were extremely bloody and brutal.

Frank does not have any supernatural abilities, but his combat effectiveness, tactical thinking, intelligence investigation, infiltration and lurking, sniper assassination and other methods cannot be underestimated.

The so-called Punisher is a real god of killing, synonymous with violence against violence.

Overall.

Frank's style of doing things is very similar to Wade's, the difference is that he never likes nonsense.

"I'm sorry to make you see something you shouldn't, but listen to me kid, you should go home!"

A hoarse and low voice sounded.

Frank also emerges fully from the shadows.

There was a penetrating cold light in his pupils, and a strong smell of blood seemed to seep out from his bones, and he held an exaggerated dogleg knife in his right hand...

Compared with this ruthless man who is 1.9 meters tall.

Zou Jin, who is slightly thin, really looks like a child in front of him.

Coupled with the already tender faces of Donghuang people, and the increase in life level, a series of changes have been brought about.

Zou Jin himself had to admit that it wouldn't be against harmony if he were thrown into middle school and high school as he is now.

"Didn't you see it? I'm from Donghuang, do stowaways understand?"

"By the way, uncle ruthless, this little black looks like a member of a Russian gang..."

Such a straightforward self-explosion made Frank a little stunned.

Have the current smugglers pulled the age line to this level?

The key is……

How dare you blew yourself up!

Eh?

etc!

"You actually know about Russian gangs? Who the hell are you? How do you know this group of people?"

Facing the oppressive questioning of ruthless people.

Zou Jin said definitely:

"A head from a Russian gang is worth a thousand dollars!"

"The requirement of the task is God, and I can recognize those little brats turned into ashes."

The corners of Frank's eyes twitched.

I can tell that the boy Donghuang in front of me is a mercenary.

Putting aside the question of whether it is reasonable for him to come out to work as a mercenary at the age of Chi Nai.

Just talking about the strange cognition of this unlucky child...

I don't know which great talent cultivated it?

But in a blink of an eye, Frank thought of another more important question.

It is no accident that he appeared here...

Frank found some clues when he was chasing down the white goods transaction, and after a long time of staring, he found it here.

But when he anchored the sales base of the Hand.

However, it was discovered that the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D had approached the door.

through certain channels.

Only then did Frank realize that his goal had been preempted by others!

as the punisher.

Frank didn't care whether the villain died at his own hands. Originally, this matter should have ended there.

But in a certain operation by chance.

Frank found that after the release of the supervision in New York, the Russian gangs started to investigate the surrounding area like mad dogs!

Realizing that Frank was wrong, he chose to stay nearby.

I didn't expect that after I grabbed my tongue and forced me to ask for information, it hasn't been long...

He actually waited for this sloppy Donghuang brat in front of him!

His eyes flickered with a cold light, and Frank asked:

"Boy... do you know that slaughtering Warehouse around here?"

After asking this question, Frank felt that something was wrong.

He had no evidence, but a hunch.

That kind of inexplicable intuition told him that the Donghuang kid in front of him was definitely related to the sale of the Warehouse.

But even so, this straight-ball questioning method is too f*cking straightforward...

But any individual, I'm afraid they won't answer...

However……

"I know, you're talking about the one owned by those Tuban people!"

"I went there myself a week ago."

Frank: "..."

no! Is it really okay for you to be so straightforward?

Take a deep breath, and force yourself to suppress the urge to complain that doesn't match your temperament.

Frank continued to ask serious questions:

"Son...can you tell me what happened there?"

Frank must admit that he can no longer look directly at the word child!

"Oh, the group of people were about to play cards inside, but I saw that something was wrong with their companions outside the door, so I went in and reminded them enthusiastically."

"so……"

"So they are all dead, maybe I am too enthusiastic, otherwise what else?"

Frank: "..."

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