The Death Knell

Needless to say, Wade actually has his own goals.

That is the small bag carried on Frank's shoulder. It contains Afu's drug money and must be snatched back.

The old lady is a black person and a blind person. If you help her go out and buy things, that is a good thing, right?

Sure enough, good people are not rewarded.

This punisher actually wants to rob an old black man's pension. Does he still have humanity? Are there any laws?

Wade raised his guns and aimed at the Punisher who shot at Hawkeye. His plan was to use his precise shooting skills to break the strap of his schoolbag, then pick up the money and run away.

After all, if the schoolbag strap is broken, it can still be used if you go home and sew it up with a needle and thread. But if you lose the $100,000 in the schoolbag, when will you get it back?

Especially now that he is carrying a ghost mission, freedom seems to be far away.

He has the ability to kill people, but he has not accepted the mission for these people. If he kills them, he will kill them in vain. It is better to save them for the future when someone wants to buy their lives.

Anyway, in Wade's opinion, these people in New York are like radishes in his own field. He can eat them whenever he wants, which is the most cost-effective way.

The evening wind carried the exhaust gas on the street, forming a sultry cyclone like summer. The heat wave hit Wade on the rooftop, but his heart was as clear as ice.

He concentrated his attention and adjusted his breathing with his rich experience as a young soldier.

The next second, the world changed.

As if possessed by the souls of millions of victims of the Rwanda genocide, he is not fighting alone, the souls of the black uncles are helping him!

As he reached that state of absolute calm, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.

Whether it was toothpicks, bullets, arrows, or short sticks, they all seemed to be suspended in mid-air, and only he could think.

This is the power of professional mercenaries! Tremble, mortals!

"It's now!"

Wade's eyes narrowed, and he saw an opportunity. When Frank sided to avoid the arrow flying downstairs, he revealed the pink schoolbag behind him.

The mercenary smiled, this smile full of confidence.

During the previous confrontation, he pretended to be emotionally unstable and the hand holding the gun was shaking. Sure enough, everyone thought he was a rookie and focused their attention on each other.

This gave him the best opportunity to shoot.

He gently pulled the trigger, and a .45 bullet spun out of the gun chamber. He did what he did best, which was to shoot.

And when this bullet achieves its effect, everyone, yes, including everyone watching nearby, will know how powerful and terrifying he is.

By then, wouldn't his business as a mercenary be booming? If there are a lot of named orders, Margaret Sisters Bar may be able to take advantage of more commissions and come forward to negotiate with the current employer of this task and let themselves go freely?

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire echoed between the buildings, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was blown away in an instant on the empty rooftop.

The gunfire flashed away under the bright light, and the mercenary's anger was just like this, hidden and dangerous.

Frank's body trembled, he kicked aside the empty can he stepped on, and continued to fight passionately with Hawkeye.

On the other side, Bullseye, who was fighting Daredevil, covered his thigh and fell down, looking at Wade in disbelief.

"You hit me?"

Wade curled his neck and stuck out his tongue. He had been thinking about too many things just now, and his finger on the trigger was wrong.

He raised both guns, intending to shoot the bag off with the gun in his right hand. However, he thought too much and the opportunity passed by. In excitement, he fired the wrong gun and pulled the trigger with his left hand.

Hit Bullseye's thigh on the other side

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't mean it, I just hit it wrong?" Wade showed a harmless smile and blinked rapidly to pretend to be innocent.

As expected, I can't enter bullet time. Those things before were all hallucinations. The recent "Max Payne" I played has no practical guidance at all.

"I'll fuck your horse!"

Bullseye dragged his injured leg and rolled around on the ground, avoiding Daredevil's pursuit. He didn't want to be hit on the head with a stick. After throwing out a toothpick to force Daredevil away, he chose to use a rope to jump off the building. Escape, leaving only a place of fragrance:

"Keep this in mind, Wade! Don't let me find out where your horse's grave is, I will definitely smash her skeleton to pieces!"

Wade rolled his eyes and waved to Bullseye as a farewell. Anyway, he didn't know where his mother's grave was. Bullseye had been fond of oral pleasure since he was a child, and he was used to it as an old classmate.

"Remember to look at the cars when you cross the road on your way home! I'll treat you to dinner next time!"

I don’t know if Bullseye heard it, but anyway, a middle finger stretched out from the edge of the rooftop with a rope attached to it, shook it at Wade, and quickly shrank down and disappeared.

One of the five was eliminated, and the scene became a little more orderly, but the pink satchel was still on the Punisher's back, and Wade would not give up and continue fighting without getting the money back.

"Stripper! Help me!"

At this time, he heard someone calling him. It turned out to be the man with the bow and arrow, and he seemed to recognize himself.

It must have been something on Tony's boat, right? But I am a very disciplined dancer. Although I was wearing a monkey hood at the time, I was not a stripper.

"I'm not"

"Help hit his legs! I'll give you 10,000!"

Hawkeye's close combat skills were originally stronger than the Punisher's, but Fury's order was to live, and Frank's current desperate fighting style made Clint restrained.

The military dagger was pointed at his neck or chest every time. He really couldn't subdue the punisher without keeping his hands.

But when he saw that the stripper had the courage to shoot, he immediately thought of a clever idea. He would first recruit the dancer to do a favor, and then arrest him.

As for the $10,000, Hawkeye would not default on the bill, since it was reimbursed with public funds anyway.

After the drug addict is released from prison after spending a few years, he will definitely pay.

The mercenary's eyes lit up. It didn't matter whether he was a stripper or not. As long as he was given money, he could be whatever he was.

He immediately raised his guns.

"Aim better this time!" Hawkeye quickly emphasized. The man's unpredictable marksmanship just now really made him feel a little unsure.

Wade took a few deep breaths and moved his cervical spine to adjust: "Don't worry, I will definitely hit this time. I was a sharpshooter back then."

Well, the sharpshooters of small African gangsters use heavy machine guns on pickup trucks. They can just shoot at the targets no matter how far apart they are. They are completely different from the professional snipers in the US military who have the title of sharpshooter.

When Daredevil heard that he was going to hurt the Punisher, he rushed over and threw the short stick in his hand at Wade, trying to knock off the two guns.

Yes, knock them both out so you don’t have to worry about accidental damage.

Bullseye left. There should be no bad guys among the people present. It was just a simple misunderstanding. There was no need for a bloody conflict. Lawyer Murdoch was fully confident to convince everyone with his legal knowledge and eloquence.

Thanks to Stickman's professional martial arts training, Daredevil's attack angle and timing are impeccable, and the fully functional stick "Billy" is like an extension of his arm, which can be controlled as he pleases.

It hit, and the red stick dragged the steel wire around the blond man's wrists. He pulled hard, and the pain caused the man to take his hands off, and both guns fell to the ground.

"boom!"

Mark Murdoch is a legal lawyer, and no one would sell a gun to a blind man through legal channels.

He had never heard of a word called fire.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief that the Punisher was out of danger, his own flank felt as if he had been bitten by an insect. One side of his body suddenly lost strength and rolled to the ground.

Although his superpower allows him to evade many long-range attacks, who would have expected that he would still fire after the gun fell to the ground?

Not to mention that the bullet still hit the ground and bounced, causing a ricochet and hitting him. This was just unlucky.

He was shot in the liver. This guy actually used steel core armor-piercing bullets in his pistol. The bulletproof uniform he was wearing had no effect at all.

The blood loss was too fast, and Mark couldn't help the Punisher here.

He could only pull back the short rope stick and use it to build another tall building. He covered the wound with one hand and grabbed the hook with the other hand, drifting away like Tarzan.

He took a deep look at Wade. Even though he was blind, he still wanted to imprint the other person's outline and voiceprint in his mind.

But he was much more cultivated than Bullseye. He didn't say anything and just disappeared outside the lamppost into the dark alley.

Anyway, his purpose is just to prevent the Punisher from going out to kill people today. In this situation, Frank seems to have no chance. He should also escape, and he has to go home quickly to find someone to treat him.