The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Punisher-Frank!

The mere mention of his name is enough to intimidate the gangs in New York City, and make those lawless and daring criminals run away in fear, or even urinate in their urine!

"It's actually him..."

Steve frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust in his expression.

He has heard that this guy is different from the gentle approach of other heroes. His methods are extremely cruel and he never lets off any criminal. He is an executioner who walks on the edge of darkness and may fall into the abyss at any time!

This makes Steve, who regards obeying orders as his bounden duty, regards justice as his criterion, and has been in the military for decades, the most disgusting and even unacceptable behavior.

Tony Stark is like this, and so is Frank. Both of them are the same, putting their personal will above the entire law.

Can such a chaotic team really take on the responsibility of protecting the earth as Nick Fury said?

When he thought of this, Steve couldn't help but feel a layer of gloom in his heart, a little nostalgic for the Howling Commando in the past.

"OK~ No problem."

Nick Fury asked for trouble, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face. He spread his hands helplessly and said: "As long as I can retrieve the Cube, I promise that I will never bother you again."

"I hope so."

Frank crossed his arms across his chest and said coldly: "So have you found the guy who stole the Rubik's Cube now?"

"not yet."

Coulson scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "We have called all satellites and used facial recognition to search around the world, but there is no progress yet."

"No, the search range is too large." Banner shook his head after hearing this, turned to look at Coulson, and asked: "We have to narrow the scope. How many spectrometers can you borrow?"

Colson was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "You can borrow it if you can, but why do you want this thing?"

Banner took off his outer suit, walked to the corridor of the bridge, and said, "I need a large number of spectrometers to track the gamma rays emitted by the Cosmic Cube, so that I can narrow the search range."

"Meet all his demands."

Nick Fury turned around and gave his assistant Hill a look: "Requisition the spectrometers in all laboratories and cooperate with Dr. Banner."

Just a few minutes later, under pressure from SHIELD, a total of five thousand spectrometers in the entire United States were temporarily mobilized.

Banner reset and adjusted the spectrometer data to track a specific spectrum, the gamma rays of the Cosmic Cube.

The spectrometer search would still take some time, and Tony didn't want to wait idle, so he ran to help Dr. Banner calibrate the gamma ray data. The two of them chatted while working.

Two of the world's leading scientists sat together. From quantum physics to basic physics, the chat was like a heavenly book. Coulson was so dizzy that he simply moved his buttocks and sat aside, no longer participating in the discussion.

On the contrary, Peter Parker, even though he was a student, showed an amazing mind and could barely keep up with the discussion between the two. Especially in biology, he had insights that even Tony was amazed by.

Steve was similar to Coulson. Seeing that he didn't need his help, he sat alone in the corner, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, waiting for the moment of war.

Nick Fury carried a bottle of wine, walked up to Frank, and handed it over: "Old friend, do you mind chatting with me?"

"Don Julio 1942?" Frank glanced at the wine that was handed to him, and said with a little surprise: "I remember this thing is limited edition, where did you get it from?"

"The home of a terrorist."

A smile appeared in Nick Fury's eyes, he shrugged and said: "This bottle of wine is very lucky. It is the only thing that can still be preserved intact under the bombardment."

"Then I'd like to try it..."

Frank licked his lips, his alcohol addiction aroused. He took the bottle of wine, opened it, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and expressed his appreciation.

Nick Fury sat next to him, poured himself a glass, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Frank, you finally let go of your hatred and plan to return to normal life."

"Return to normal life?"

Frank's hand holding the wine glass suddenly stiffened, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "I have no intention of letting go of my hatred, nor will I return to normal life. From the moment they died, I can never go back."

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Nick Fury narrowed his eyes slightly, as if a light flashed past him, pretending to be surprised, and asked again: "This is strange, I haven't heard any news about the Punisher's operation in the past year.

I thought you retired."

Frank glanced at him sarcastically and sneered: "Fury, don't use those ridiculous tricks of yours in front of me."

"I had no intention of hiding it." Nick Fury, who was exposed to his face, was not surprised. After all, the combat power of the man in front of him can be said to be the highest level of human beings, equivalent to a level 10 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury took a sip of wine and said calmly: "You know my character. I am suspicious of everyone, especially a man like you. If you suddenly disappear for a whole year, I must know what you are doing.

"

"What if I'm not going to say it?"

Frank put down his wine glass, looked directly into Nick Fury's eyes expressionlessly, and said without any fluctuation in his tone.

"I'll check it out myself."

Nick Fury was not surprised, and just said calmly: "You will not disappear for no reason. One year is too long, enough for you to prepare a lot of things. It is not impossible for a terrible person like you to assassinate the president."

Frank, who has received the most rigorous military training, is familiar with individual soldiers and team special operations techniques, and is proficient in firearms, blasting, fighting, assassination, infiltration, diving, torture, intelligence collection, camouflage behind enemy lines and many other war skills, calls him a modern

It's not an exaggeration to say that you are a super soldier. If you want to subvert a country's political power, it only takes a short week.

Such a dangerous man, who not only hates the government system extremely, but also uses brutal methods to fight criminals, no one will let him disappear under their noses, and for a whole year!

The guy in the White House couldn't even sleep until he knew Frank's whereabouts.

Under pressure from the White House and many parties, Nick Fury of SHIELD was driven to find Frank to find out the reason.

"I hope you understand me, Frank."

Nick Fury rubbed his temples with one hand and complained half helplessly and half sadly: "If we don't figure out your whereabouts, those white pigs sitting in the office won't be able to sleep, for fear that they will be blown up by you in the middle of the night.

It’s up to heaven.”

Seeing the helpless look on his friend's face, Frank lost most of his resentment. He took a sip of wine and said, "Don't worry, I disappeared not to engage in terrorist activities, but... to be exploited by some unscrupulous capitalist."

That’s all.”

"Unscrupulous capitalist?"

Nick Fury's eyelids twitched, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you kidding me? There is still someone in this world who dares to exploit you Frank? Is he tired of living or is your brain flooded?"

"None of that."

Although Frank's face was expressionless, the twitching corners of his eyes revealed his thoughts: "I just can't beat him, that's all."

This appearance made Nick Fury even more curious. He hurriedly poked his head over and asked, "Can you tell me which unscrupulous capitalist you are working for?"

"Well......"

Frank thought about it and hesitated for a moment.

Before he came to S.H.I.E.L.D., Lord didn't seem to have said that he couldn't reveal his identity, so he should be able to say it.

"A place called Soul Society."

Frank drank the last sip of wine and said slowly: "I am now...a grim reaper."