What Steve saw in his eyes was none other than Bruce, Erica, and the Punisher.
Steve did not alert them, but flew away silently. Bruce and the other three were unable to notice the fast speed of Steve. Even the Punisher only slightly felt a dark shadow passing by and came to his senses.
I came, but I couldn’t tell whether it was a crow or a human figure.
If it's a human figure, it shouldn't be that fast...
The Punisher cut off the white bandage with his teeth. He looked at the youthful boy in front of him and thought of his distant memories.
Ten minutes ago, Bruce was thrown five meters away by Kingpin. At the moment he touched the ground, he suddenly felt as if his whole body was falling apart. The severe pain and body splitting made him almost fall asleep.
It wasn't for the strong spiritual will that drove him to grit his teeth and stand up, Bruce believed that he would soon become the fuel of the fire of hell.
He climbed up with difficulty first, and after getting used to the pain of stretching his muscles, he was about to hold on to the wall and leave this hellish place, but when he saw Erica lying unconscious on the ground.
After walking a few steps, Bruce turned around inexplicably and helped Erica up. If he hadn't done this, the girl would most likely die here.
As for the reason for saving the other party, Bruce initially thought it was due to his undiminished goodwill, but in such a difficult situation, he would not do so at all.
He knows what kind of person he is.
If there is a bottle of red wine, even if he does not drink it, he will not give it to the homeless people on the road. He thinks that homeless people and red wine do not match at all, which does not conform to his aesthetic point of view.
Bruce limped along the earth wall. He originally wanted to ask a passerby to borrow his cell phone, but after a long time, Bruce didn't even see the shadow of a wild dog, let alone a passerby.
"I was too naive. In this poorest place in Gotham City, how could anyone hang out at night? Such people must have died, at least in this place where they are all poor."
Bruce's understanding of Hell's Kitchen still lies in the blood spilled in the underground boxing ring, and the fierce faces under the lit cigarette butts in the dark alleys. Hell Kitchen seems to him like a primitive forest, filled with darkness and madness everywhere.
It quite implies that education is not popular.
But in fact, most of Hell's Kitchen presents another picture, which is dead, dull, and unpopular.
In this kind of environment with no job and no hope, people who are already unable to survive will definitely not smoke cigarettes, let alone have the extra energy to sweat in the underground boxing ring.
As Bruce thought about it, he lost some expectations for the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.
After getting closer, he saw the Punisher covered in scars as expected.
The Punisher is pulling on the white bandage and treating his wounds with great skill.
His expression didn't seem to change much. Bruce noticed that even if the Punisher poured the potion on the wound, his expression and the muscles on his face did not have any fluctuations, as if his body did not belong to him, and these wounds did not grow.
It's the same on him.
Bruce could feel the sour feeling when he saw the yellow liquid being poured onto the wound, and he would tremble all over.
Bruce doesn't know him, but the two of them are surprisingly similar. Both are fighting against Kingpin, both are seeking revenge, and both are looking for the truth.
Bruce looked at him and he continued to walk forward. He at least wanted to find a safe place to stay.
But at this moment, there was an unexpected loud bang behind him, and Bruce turned around with difficulty, sweating profusely from his head.
The flames behind him reached into the sky. To put it more vividly, Bruce felt like he was standing under a sea of fire, with substantial heat hitting his face.
What's going on?
What else happened after Kingpin became the Ghost Rider?
Bruce's scalp was numb, and he guessed that there must be a fierce fight going on inside, but he couldn't even take a few punches from the human version of Kingpin, let alone participate in it.
The Punisher stood up expressionlessly, turned around and left, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.
Bruce looked at this breathtaking scene, and then he heard a lot of hesitant shouts. These shouts came from all directions, including the voices of men, women, and babies. Their voices were like those from hell.
The sonata lingers in the ears for a long time.
He walked step by step, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier in the sky. He suddenly thought of that night ten years ago, that dark night with the same light rain, that dark night with the rain getting heavier, and the man who fell in a pool of blood.
The man and woman, the little boy crawling on the ground, stretching out his arms helplessly.
"Hey, you just want to leave like this?" Bruce said. Later, he even doubted how he could say such a thing. After finishing speaking, he also found that this voice was completely different from his usual voice, dry and stiff. The Punisher glanced at him in surprise: "Otherwise? You have also seen the situation here. The enemies inside are simply not something we can deal with. With all due respect, there is one sentence that is particularly important on the battlefield. Don't be completely invincible.
The opponents are too entangled."
Bruce said: "Aren't you a hero? Even if you can't defeat Kingpin, these people..."
Bruce looked around subconsciously, and saw that an earthen house in the distance collapsed silently, kicking up bursts of sand and dust.
The punisher frowned: "My purpose is only to punish the guilty, and haven't I and you achieved the purpose? Have you also figured out the target of revenge?"
Joechel... Yes, he has figured out the murderer of his parents, the murderer on that rainy night... The godfather can't stop him from learning the truth, Bruce thought.
"But..."
The Punisher stopped talking. As a person with a similar fate, the Punisher was interested in talking to him, but it did not mean that he wanted to enlighten Bruce.
The Punisher thought of Kingpin's tall voice and his leering eyes like a tiger: "Kill your whole family in the amusement park? Are you the Punisher? It's really interesting. I was drinking beer with the one-armed general a few days ago.
, Haha..."
The one-armed general...he walked.
When he reached the corner, he paused.
I thought of the one-armed general, the kind and kind middle-aged man who had experienced the war thirty years ago and was his boss.
He then thought of the frightened faces in the amusement park, his screaming wife, and his wailing children.
The Punisher suddenly turned a corner and walked in another direction, the direction of the collapsed mud house.