The Death Knell

There were three people left on the rooftop. Wade bent down and picked up his gun. He looked up at the night sky with some sadness and exhaled slowly.

He has also heard of Daredevil these days. He should be a good person. He really never thought of hurting him without compensation.

But fate is so unpredictable. Sometimes, little things like bullets will find you.

But whatever, it’s one step closer to making money.

His gaze became firm, and he aimed his gun at the Punisher again. This time, he aimed both guns at the same time, so that he didn't have to worry about pulling the wrong trigger.

"I'll return the schoolbag with the money to you. Can you leave?"

The Punisher also felt a little unsure. If he could restrain himself in all aspects with Hawkeye's intelligence, this blond man who came out of nowhere was a bit too evil.

It seemed as if he had taken away the two people who had to retreat accidentally, but was it really unintentional?

Could it be that it was planned, but he pretended to be a fool to confuse himself?

Is he a killer brought by his enemies to deal with him?

The more I think about it, the more suspicious it becomes. If I recall carefully, wearing underwear and a windbreaker, sneaking out to deal with drug dealers, or doing it in front of my own eyes, it seemed like a trap from the beginning.

Is this bag of money real? Could it be just counterfeit money used as bait?

And the multi-person melee is also within the opponent's plan, so they are preparing to fish in troubled waters?

In order to confirm these doubts, the Punisher made a sound test. If the blond man showed that he didn't care about the money in his schoolbag, it meant that he was planning a showdown.

"Sorry, someone asked you by name."

Wade closed one eye and took aim carefully. He didn't want to miss again this time.

Retrieve the schoolbag, there is one hundred thousand in it, but if you help the government agent next to you defeat the Punisher, in addition to getting back the schoolbag, there is an extra ten thousand, so of course you choose more.

The Punisher's heart sank. Sure enough, things have gone in the worst direction as expected. This blond man is so scheming. Did he pretend to be the weakest person from the beginning to paralyze everyone?

After a lot of brainstorming, Wade's image became dark and profound in the eyes of the Punisher.

Frank quickly analyzed his current situation. Government agents wanted to arrest him, and the blond assassin wanted to kill him. Now the agents seemed to be deceived, and they would only add chaos to this life-and-death battle.

Sorry Fury, it seems I can only ask your men to leave first.

Change the pace of your feet and use the agent's body to block the blond man's gun in close combat. The distance from the edge of the rooftop is 12 meters. The man's weight seems to be about 80 kilograms. His right hand that pulls the string is stronger than the left and right hands.

There is a plan.

The Punisher started a new tactic, using joint techniques similar to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to fight Hawkeye. The two hugged each other and rolled from east to west, and from west to north on the rooftop.

Wade's gun kept moving with the two of them, but it was impossible to aim like this. If he hit a government agent, who would pay him later?

After thinking about it, he put down the gun and prepared to smoke a cigarette and rest for a while.

People's physical strength is not unlimited, and their brains cannot withstand this constant spinning dizziness. They will faint in three minutes at most.

It would be nice to get a free victory then.

What he knew, Frank also knew, and he also knew that Hawkeye was born in a circus, and his balance ability and tolerance for spins were definitely better than his own.

And this is part of the plan!

Just when the two of them rolled to the edge of the rooftop again, with Hawkeye on top and him on the bottom, he suddenly twisted his right arm and dislocated it. He briefly escaped the grip of the other's left hand and hit the agent on the head.

Then he quickly retracted his legs and bent them in front of his chest, then kicked the opponent's chest hard.

Hawkeye was kicked and flew off the rooftop, falling into a trash can in the alley below and never climbed out.

Frank panted and rolled over, using his good arm to confront Wade with his pistol.

"We are the only two left. Tell me, who asked you to come?"

"Well, is it too late for me to get my school bag back?"

Wade glanced down from the edge of the rooftop. The trash can was full of garbage, which provided enough buffer, but the government agent still fainted.

The Punisher is so strong, so I'd better take a step back. It only costs 100,000. The opponent also has a rocket launcher. What if he destroys the surrounding buildings?

Although the old building at your feet is dilapidated, it is still someone's home. A kind person is not willing to destroy other people's homes.

Frank sneered, shook his shoulders, threw his small schoolbag on the rooftop, and fired fiercely at Wade:

"Do you think I will still be fooled?!"

The blond mercenary had no idea what the other person was talking about, but bullets didn't make sense.

He ran quickly, trying to avoid the opponent's fire through various acrobatic movements.

When he first arrived in Africa, a kind-hearted Uncle Hei taught him that bullets fly in a straight line, and as long as you aim at the opponent's gun and twist your body like dancing, you can dodge the bullets!

Although the 'teacher' who taught him this died in a street fight the next day, Wade felt that the knowledge he imparted was very meaningful.

At least it proves that people really can't outrun bullets.

So what should you do if you are strafed by the enemy in an area without cover?

The secret is to play dead.

The government agents were so ineffective that Wade had no choice but to resort to the art of pretending to be dead, but how to pretend to be dead is also a skill.

You can't just fall down and pretend to be dead as soon as someone shoots you. That kind of acting is too exaggerated and often can't be deceived.

You should show that you are struggling as hard as you can, swaying a few times in the hail of bullets, and then pretend that you did not dodge the bullets, but fall to the ground helplessly and unwillingly.

He did just that, and the bullets hit the rooftop and spattered sparks and debris. Wade dodged the first few shots and suddenly covered his chest with a constipated expression on his face.

Take two steps to the left, then three steps to the right, then kneel down and lie on the ground.

"You ugh!"

Just roll your eyes and that's it.

In the past, this trick was very useful on the battlefield. Who would pay attention to the corpses on the ground when the two sides were fighting in the streets? The black uncles only need to raise their automatic rifles above their heads and shoot at the enemy.

However, this is of little use to Frank, who was born in the special forces. Replenishing the corpse with guns is necessary for special operations.

Not to mention that the acting is so fake. How can I not know where I am aiming? What does it mean that you suddenly covered your chest and fell to the ground when you obviously just wanted to beat someone up and then captured him alive to extract a confession?

He walked to Wade who was lying on the ground and raised the weapon in his hand: "Get up, or I will really kill you, tell me! Who asked you to kill me?!"

Wade, who was pretending to be dead, held his breath. He felt that the other party was blackmailing him, so he remained motionless.

The Punisher sneered and pointed the gun at Wade's black hairy thigh exposed under his windbreaker. After a bloody hole was opened on it, he didn't believe anyone could hold it back.

However, just when he was about to shoot, his whole body was knocked away by a red shadow. The metal armor with a flaming tail replaced his standing position like a Newton's pendulum. The Punisher fell off the rooftop and disappeared. In the night.