Bruno Costa is a bald man, wearing sunglasses and a strong body. At first glance, he looks like a ruthless character who has experienced many battles.
At this moment, he was looking down at the young people in front of him.
These people were all covered with bruises and blood, and they had obviously just been tortured. Their hands and feet were bound, their mouths were covered, and their faces were full of horror.
"Mr. Fisk gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it." Bruno said slowly, "Say goodbye to this world."
"Send them on their way." After saying that, he waved his hand.
"yes!"
A gangster immediately stepped forward, took out a pistol equipped with a silencer and pointed it at the head of one of the young men.
"Uh! Uh!" The man who was pointed at the gun was horrified, but unfortunately his mouth was covered and he couldn't even say a word for mercy.
"Pah——"
The silencer muffled most of the sound of the pistol, and a bullet was shot from the barrel, hitting him in the forehead, taking away his life.
Several people who were tied up died one after another, and then Bruno Costa lightly ordered his men to dump the bodies.
For Frank Custer, who had experienced the war in Afghanistan, such scenes were common, but his wife and children obviously could not adapt to them.
The wife was doing better, she was an adult after all, but her face was pale: "Frank, let's get out of here quickly."
In contrast, the two young children were much more frightened. They didn't really understand the scene in front of them, but they were vaguely aware of something: "Dad...are they, are they killing people?"
Frank didn't answer: "Let's get out of here."
The family of four quickly stood up and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong.
However, at this moment, a gangster was keenly aware of their movements and said to Bruno: "There seems to be someone over there!"
"Let's go!" Frank Custer quickly picked up the two children and ran away.
"Bang!" The gunfire rang out through the silencer again, and a bullet hit Frank in the back.
Frank immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
"Frank!" The wife panicked and subconsciously leaned over to help him.
"You guys leave quickly!" Frank gritted his teeth and tried to push his wife and children away, but his severely injured body made it difficult for him to even stand up.
Soon, the family was surrounded by gangsters such as Bruno.
"Ah, isn't this Lawyer Custer?" Bruno also recognized Mrs. Custer and said with a smile, "We have met before."
Bruno sighed: "I am a kind man, but it's a pity that you saw things you shouldn't have seen, and you are still a lawyer, madam. I will not let a lawyer who witnessed my murder leave alive."
Frank, lying in a pool of blood, gasped: "Let the child go..."
Mrs. Custer also shed tears and said: "Mr. Costa, let the children go, they don't understand anything, they don't know anything, let them go, please!"
Bruno obviously didn't think so. He shook his head, then pointed the gun at the two children and pulled the trigger one after another.
"Pah! Pah!"
"No—" Mrs. Custer tried to grab the gun, but to no avail.
Her actions ultimately only caused one of the shots to miss, saving half of her daughter's life, while her son's young head had been shot through by a bullet.
"Mom, it hurts so much..." The daughter fell to the ground and said in pain.
Looking at her seriously injured husband and daughter and her dead son, Mrs. Custer was in despair.
Then she screamed like a crazy lioness and rushed towards Bruno Costa desperately.
"Bang!" But this was undoubtedly in vain, as a bullet easily terminated her movement.
However, the huge gunshot made Bruno's expression change and he looked at the man who fired the gun: "Asshole, you didn't install a silencer!"
"Sorry, boss..." The accused gangster was a little flustered.
Bruno hurriedly shot a few more shots at the Custer family who fell on the ground, and then said: "Let's get out of here as soon as possible. The gunfire just now may attract the nearby police."
"Yes." A group of gangsters left the place quickly.
A few minutes later, several police cars arrived. The police got out of the cars and hurriedly came to the Custer family.
"How are you doing?" the policeman asked.
However, Mrs. Custer and the two children were motionless and fell motionless in a pool of blood. Only Frank was still alive.
He moved his fingers tremblingly, pointing in the direction where Bruno and others fled, and after a few seconds he closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Send these people to the hospital!" the police officer ordered, "We will chase them!"
"Yes, sir!"
Several police cars split up, one was responsible for taking the Custer family to a nearby hospital, and the others chased in the direction pointed by Frank, hoping to find the murderer.
They were lucky enough to intercept Bruno Costa's vehicle before he could escape.
"Stop, NYPD!"
"Damn it!" Bruno Costa cursed, but he still had to stop the car. Although Wilson Fisk was his backer, it was obviously a stupid choice to force the police.
The police officer led the people out of the police car and asked Bruno to get out of the car without any explanation, and then started a search.
Soon they found the pistol and some blood-stained clothing, and said triumphantly: "Very good, you scum of New York City, prepare to go to jail!"
…
Frank Custer moved his eyelids, then suddenly woke up, rolled over from the hospital bed, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The injuries on his body made him grin, but he still tried to break away from the needle and the hospital bed.
Hearing the sound, doctors and nurses rushed over: "Are you crazy? You have just escaped from danger of life!"
"My wife, my son, my daughter..." Frank said weakly, and was put back on the bed by the nurse.
"Your task now is to recover well." The doctor said.
"How are they doing?" Frank asked with his eyes wide open and breathing heavily. As a result, the bandage on the wound oozed blood rapidly, causing the doctor to panic immediately.
"They, they are very good, don't get excited."
"Really...are they all okay?" Frank calmed down a little and asked with hope, but his voice trembled slightly.
He longs to know the truth, but is afraid to know the truth, afraid that the truth is not what he imagined.
"Really." Although he said this, this doctor was obviously not good at lying. Almost anyone could infer the opposite fact from his tone.
Frank Custer grabbed the quilt of the hospital bed, his body trembling uncontrollably, and the blood stains on the bandages rapidly expanded, making his already pale skin even more bloodless.
Immediately, his worsening injuries caused him to pass out again.
When Frank woke up again, there was a gray-haired man in a suit and tie in the room.
"You're awake, Frank." The gray-haired man said calmly.
"Who are you?" Frank Custer asked, holding his forehead, closing his eyes in pain, his mind was in a state of mush, filled with dizziness and confusion.
"I am a friend of Mr. Wilson Fisk, you can call me Center." The gray-haired man said.
