Of course, during this period, the other side of Gotham City was not peaceful either.
Alligator Bar in downtown Gotham, 11:34 p.m.
Under the dim light and with blurry faces, the two people gathered here at the same time.
This corner can perfectly shield the light from the outside world, and even the sound cannot be easily transmitted in. Even if it is a little bit, it is similar to the murmur of distant ancient times through the historical barrier.
"Did you find it?"
"No." The man on one side of the table replied in a muffled voice.
He shook the goblet with his right hand impatiently, and the increased force caused a few drops of red wine to spill on the table.
In the eyes of the punisher on the opposite side, this young man's image seems to have changed a lot.
For example, there was no beard on his half-exposed chin, but now he has a symmetrical and neat little beard. His whole temperament seems to be integrated with the surrounding darkness, and there is no obvious difference.
Compared to Bruce's elaborate dress, Frank is much more casual. He is wearing a shabby military coat, and his long trousers hang casually on his cloth shoes, pushing up layers of wrinkles.
Bruce asked: "What about you?"
Frank sneered twice: "The One-Armed General has countless strongholds. There are not to mention ten places like the summer resort, but there are five, and these are only his positions exposed on the surface."
Bruce was silent after hearing this. Compared to his search for people like a needle in a haystack, what Frank had to do would be much more difficult. Every position deliberately exposed by the one-armed general was an unknown trap, waiting for the lost lamb to fall into the trap, and then
Hunters will raise their shotguns condescendingly and kill their prey in one fell swoop.
As for Bruce, he only needs to issue the order to his bodyguards and wait for the results. At best, he occasionally wanders around for a few times, which can't really be called a search. In fact, Bruce doesn't have any good search plan, let alone put it into practice.
In practice.
"Do you need help?" Bruce believed that they had roughly the same goals and should help each other.
Frank glanced at him: "Help? I think you must have made a mistake."
Frank said: "I disdain the help of a naughty kid who has never seen blood, and there is no need to accept it. If you want to help me, at most it will be Robert or Baker.
The first thing you need to understand now is that our current relationship is a cooperative relationship. You provide me with guns, ammunition and even armor, these sophisticated equipment, and I help you find the murderer who killed your parents, understand?"
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Bruce shook the goblet with his right hand and said, "A cooperative relationship... They are indeed a cooperative relationship. From that day when they rescued the distressed people in Hell's Kitchen together, and from then on when they agreed to meet here today, they have already been a cooperative relationship."
.
But why, why does he not need my help but needs Robert's?
Bruce knew his own strength, and although he was a little angry at Frank for hitting the nail on the head, as he said, as far as he was concerned, he couldn't be of much help.
But why can Robert help him?
For a time, the surging tide of memories flooded the wetland near Bruce's mind.
The pages of Robert's information in his memory flashed through his mind one after another like a scrolling page, starting with the Green Goblin... then Doctor Octopus... and finally the battle in Hell's Kitchen, the one who appeared at the critical moment.
The mysterious man in black.
By the way, Robert is the man in black, and the man in black is Robert.
Bruce had an idea and became more and more certain of his judgment.
Although he does not have sufficient evidence to prove the relationship between Robert and the King of Heroes, the Man in Black, but with so many coincidences, even if Robert and the Man in Black appear at the same time, Bruce will doubt that Robert has the ability to clone, instead of thinking that "
Robert is not a man in black.
Originally, Bruce thought that Robert was just an ordinary person with some strength. Last time in the hospital, Robert helped him escape from the sea of suffering and get rid of "Jessica", but he never expected that the other person was the so-called King of Heroes. p>
Bruce secretly put Robert's importance at the top of his list, thinking that maybe Robert was also an important partner in helping him find the murderer's revenge.
"What, is there a problem?" Frank frowned and asked Bruce.
Bruce smiled unhappily and said: "Of course there is no problem, Mr. Punisher."
Frank glanced at Spider-Man posing for the camera on the TV screen in the distance, his eyes paused, and he stood up and left the dark corner.
Bruce asked worriedly: "What's your next plan?"
"I will follow Jin Bin's line to find out the true location of the one-armed general.
You know, there must be some unknown deal between Kingpin and the One-Armed General."
Bruce nodded: "I will put the supplies..."
"I will get it myself."
This guy...
"Also, don't lose your true kindness because of kindness." The Punisher's footsteps paused, and soon returned to normal, and the tall figure disappeared at the exit of the Crocodile Bar.
The remaining inexplicable words echoed in the corner.
Kindness, could it be that killing is kindness? Bruce's right hand stopped shaking the goblet.
He then thought of his parents lying in a pool of blood. Bruce came back to his senses, raised his head and drank the remaining red wine in one gulp.
As for whether to kill or not, that is not a question he has to consider now. The first thing that comes before these is whether the murderer can be found.
Bruce left the Crocodile Bar with a heavy heart. In the corner near the bar, a stretched limousine was quietly waiting for the owner's arrival. Bruce got into the car. As for what he told the driver afterwards and the scenery along the way home,
Later, I didn’t even have the slightest impression.
Bruce had only one question and one voice in his mind at that time.
Where is Joechel, the man who killed his parents?
He should hide in a certain villa, drink wine that has been produced for a century with a face full of enjoyment, and accept the enthusiastic service of the maids.
Joechel, that guy, must have been deeply impressed by the fearful expressions on his parents' faces before they died, right?
What emotions does he feel when he thinks of his parents?
Gloating? Or a little guilty?
When Bruce thought of this, a bald man appeared in his field of vision. The moment he saw him, Bruce was not sure whether Joechel was guilty or not, but he knew that he felt sorry for the butler in front of him, Alfred.
, is full of guilt.
"Wayne, where have you been?"
Bruce didn't know how he got back to the villa, or what nonsense he said to deal with the housekeeper who looked like a grandfather in front of him. Maybe he told the truth, but even if he didn't tell the truth, Alfred would see through it.
His heart translates lies into truth.
At least at this point, he surprises Bruce every time.
"The Punisher? You shouldn't associate with this kind of person."
"I want to find that Joechel. Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Alfred frowned: "Okay, I respect your wishes, young master, at least one set of equipment, we can still take out at will."