"Put the gun away. You've lost too much blood and can't even hold the gun." Salomon said, but Frank Cassel shook his head and refused to do it. He also used a SIG P226 pistol.
The standard equipment of the Marine Corps, the pistol he is most familiar with. It is just a ghost gun with the serial number rubbed off. Judging from the workmanship, it is likely to come from a family manual firearms workshop in the Philippines or somewhere else. The reliability is almost zero. This is also New York.
The most common source of weapons on the black market. "Don't think I have a good temper, Frank Cassel. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be alive now."
"You are going to take me to the location I said." Frank Cassel quickly raised his head and glanced at the night sky outside the skylight, and then pushed the muzzle closer. He lowered his voice and asked in a sinister tone,
"Where is your Quinjet parked, huh? Where is the evacuation route that son of a bitch Nick Fury arranged for you? That explosion... was done by the agents sent by that son of a bitch, was it you?"
"This matter is non-negotiable." Salomon did not accept his idea. The smell of blood and sweat on Frank Cassel's body was very unpleasant, and he didn't know whether it was his blood or the blood of gangsters.
But what is certain is that he still has a gunshot wound and several cuts on his body that are oozing blood. "You don't have to leave here conscious, even if I beat you half to death, I can save you, so either
You put down the gun, or I'll put it down for you," Salomon said. He saw that the light machine gun that had been given to Frank Cassel was thrown by the window, and the ground was covered with bullet casings. This was what they had done not long ago.
The origin of the gunshots heard outside the blockade. "If you don't want to go to Latvinia to fight gangs, but are willing to stay in New York and be a vigilante, then be mentally prepared to be taken advantage of."
"I'm grabbing your arm now, and I'm putting the gun against your head." Frank Cassel said, "I'm only fighting for myself now, no one can take advantage of me!"
"This does not change the outcome. You have completed your revenge. The so-called fighting crime is just seeking death. Many people want you dead, but there are also many people who want you alive. Latovinia purely values your ability.
, but you refused." Salomon said unceremoniously. Perhaps it was because of the injury, perhaps because of the trust in Nick Fury's reliability, or because little Lorna was beside him, and Frank Carter
Serge finally slowly put away the gun, but he still stared at Salomon warily. "Close your eyes and remain silent for a few seconds, and you will arrive at a safe place."
While Tina Madani denounced the weakness of New York SWAT in her heart, she was thankful that her support came in time.
Now Madani is a combat hero of Homeland Security, because Frank Cassel killed his former comrade in the Marine Corps and was one of the masterminds behind the death of his wife and daughter. He was also Madani's one-night stand Billy
·Russell. However, due to the current public opinion environment, the Punisher cannot be publicly praised on television, so the top management of Homeland Security gave this credit to Madani, who investigated the whole Cassell family massacre. After being promoted, Tina·
Madani is given more resources to track down the Punisher, who has gotten into trouble since his release.
However, when she wore a body armor and led agents from the Department of Homeland Security to break into the building belonging to an Irish gang, all she saw were the bodies of Irish gangsters on the ground, collapsed walls, a machine gun and
There were bullet casings all over the ground, and the punisher Frank Cassel she was tracking was missing again.
"What should I do?" the agent asked.
"Check the source of the weapons. There shouldn't be such heavy firepower in Manhattan." Tina Madani pointed to the machine gun leaning against the window. "I don't expect to find anything, but I still let the field agents and trace inspection personnel
Come in, maybe the Irish gangsters have the information we want."
"Sir." An agent hurriedly ran out of the room, "We need a demolition team! There are many IEDs (improvised explosive devices) here, more than on a road in Afghanistan, and they are all filled with mortar shells!"
"Fuck! Are you crazy, Frank!" Tina Madani glanced in the direction pointed by her men, then gritted her teeth and cursed while commanding the team to withdraw, "Drive out New York SWAT, they will only cause trouble.
! Let them evacuate the surrounding people and expand the blockade! Contact FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency, an agency of the Department of Homeland Security) and ask them to send emergency technical guards! Don’t let anyone enter that room until the demolition team arrives.
That stuff is enough to blow the entire neighborhood into the sky!"
"Where is this?" Frank Cassel was obviously at a loss and even showed a little panic.
He had never been surrounded by such a large group of minors, and the pistol he originally wanted to draw could not be taken out. He was surrounded by a group of teenagers and young children and walked in, sitting at a long table that was obviously a dining table.
But the man who brought him disappeared and came over a few minutes later carrying a white first aid kit.
"Give me your guns. Lorna, put all three guns in the safe."
"Where is this? Why are there so many children?"
"Mount Athena Orphanage, these people are my family." Salomon first picked up the blunt scissors, cut off the clothes on the injured area before Frank Cassell could react, and then opened the first aid kit to organize the surgery.
Equipment. "The bullet is still inside, do you need anesthesia?" He picked up a bottle of saline and began to clean the bleeding wound. A scalpel and a pair of forceps were the most basic tools. Seeing Frank Cassell shake his head,
Salomon simply put the tweezers in and started to dig out the bullet. The action was very rough but effective.
In less than twenty seconds, he found the warhead, clipped it out, and began to suture the wounds, even the dagger cuts, as if he was a very skilled medical soldier. After treating the wounds and covering them with gauze,
He poured himself and Frank Cassel a glass of Tennessee whiskey, which perfectly suited the Punisher's style. Frank Cassel couldn't drink those expensive brandies, and countryman whiskey was most suitable for middle-aged men like him and veterans.
Soldier, cheap and strong.
"Luckily, no bones or major blood vessels were injured. Regardless, you will never be able to lift your shoulders again during this period."
"Who are you?" Frank Cassel suddenly asked. He was not a fool. The whole thing was very bizarre. He didn't know how he got here, let alone the truth of it all. He only knew that he was really
Ten seconds later, he arrived at a place he didn't understand. "Ordinary people don't have such skills. Are you Nick Fury's agent?"
"No, Nick Fury is my agent." After treating the wound, Salomon took off his disposable rubber gloves. "Now Nick Fury is working for me. At one time, S.H.I.E.L.D. had not been seized by the White House and the Pentagon.
All the resources are in my hands, even Nick Fury’s space station and alien pets are no exception.”
"Are you a Latvian official? Why did you save me?"
"So to speak." Salomon nodded calmly, "I need you to track down one thing, about the super soldier project. There is a person who is currently being held in the basement of the orphanage. He is a private company located in Midtown.
The manager of the military contractor...yes, just like Billy Russell, he received some orders from the Pentagon that could not be put on the table, and at the same time colluded with some pharmaceutical companies. They used Steve Rogers' serum samples as
Based on a hormone extracted from the brains of mice, the pharmaceutical company directly conducted double-blind human experiments in order to catch up with the progress, including Marines in the Middle East, homeless people in New York City, veterans in drug rehabilitation centers, etc. I can help
You provided the resources to pursue this matter, and that explosion was just a cover-up to cover up what we had taken from the Irish gang."