I have to say that street fights are actually pretty fun to watch. The more inaccurate the shooting skills of people, the more exciting the fights are.
After being suddenly attacked, the motorcycle gang was in chaos for a while, but their tight organization allowed them to quickly take out various weapons from the back of their motorcycles and launch a counterattack by relying on bunkers such as cars or furniture.
The black people on the opposite side were even more interesting. They were hiding behind the corners of the building, jumping out from time to time and raising their guns above their heads, shooting at the speeders in a domineering posture.
However, the hit rate of both sides was problematic. After two minutes of exchange of fire, except for the TV set which was shot and fell to the ground, only a dozen people were injured. No one on either side died.
Sparks flew from metal objects and nearby walls, gunshots echoed continuously in the alley, curses, screams, loud orders, etc. all mixed together to create a fireworks display.
"This is too child's play."
Because some people on both sides of the war threw homemade incendiary bombs, the fire illuminated a large area, and Daisy could clearly see what was happening below.
After witnessing a battle at the cosmic level, looking at the battle here, it feels like children playing.
"This is how small gangs fight. You can't expect them to have high fighting skills. The speedsters are actually better at repairing cars, and the black team is better at playing music. When it comes to killing people, they are just amateurs."
Su Ming rotated the wine bottle in his hand, listening to the sound of liquid flowing against the wall. The smell of gunpowder smoke brought by the evening breeze made him very comfortable.
"So you brought me to see this, do you want me to realize the cause of hatred? If someone dies, hatred will arise between both parties, thereby expanding the conflict?"
The sound of the exchange of fire downstairs was like setting off firecrackers, and the people in the surrounding residential buildings were as if they were dead. There was no reaction at all. Even if the window glass at home was blown out, no one looked around.
This is probably the way to survive in Hell's Kitchen, to put it bluntly, mind your own business.
But to be honest, as a novice village, this place is quite friendly. At least it's not like Gotham, where everyone is 'warm and honest'. Many people here are not bad, they are just too poor and have to be harassed by various gangs.
oppression.
There is no way, the west side of Hell's Kitchen is adjacent to the Hudson River, and people who don't want to be oppressed often go to the bottom of the river.
"That's not what I mean. You'll understand when you look at it. It's coming."
As Su Ming spoke, he pointed to the location on the rooftop of another building.
The female Thor saw that the man she knew was the middle-aged man who was lying in the infirmary of Xavier College not long ago?
I saw that his face, which originally looked bitter and full of hatred when he was unconscious, was now full of anger and hatred visible to the naked eye.
The moon emerged from the dark clouds at this time, illuminating the large white skull pattern on the chest of his body armor, and also allowed her to see the RPG rocket launcher carried on his shoulder.
"this......"
Before Daisy could say anything, the Punisher pulled the trigger, and a long and narrow spear-shaped warhead flew towards the fighting gangs on the ground, dragging a long line of white smoke.
The warhead flew about two meters above the crowd and exploded. With a flash of fire, a group of people fell down like wheat.
"Oh, I almost misread it. It turned out to be a Type 69 air-burst rocket. This is a rare item in the United States, but it is more common on the battlefields in the Middle East." Su Ming took a sip of wine happily and said.
Reviewed.
"I can't understand." Daisy was completely stunned. She squatted next to Su Ming: "No one was killed when the gang shot each other, but that friend from the X-Men killed more than a dozen people as soon as he appeared. He
Are they good guys or bad guys?"
While he was talking, the Punisher took off a Wilson M16 with a grenade launcher attached to it from his back. After firing several rifle grenades into the crowd, he began to condescendingly shoot at the survivors below.
The rhythmic gunshots were like life-threatening music. Ordinary street personnel could not pose an effective threat to him. This was a one-sided massacre.
"The Punisher is not a friend of the X-Men, he is just familiar with Wolverine. He was probably picked up by him last time and brought to school to treat his injuries, right? And Charles and Qin are now preparing for their wedding on Feather Star.
The guy probably sneaked out after waking up on his own."
Deathstroke watched the people below being killed one by one, and the Punisher also threw several grenades. He calmly answered Daisy:
"Besides, no one is black and white. The Punisher can single-handedly rush into the gang headquarters to help strangers who have nothing to do with him. But if he becomes his enemy, this guy doesn't even know what it means to hold back, and he will run away if he does it.
They go out to kill people, no matter whether the enemy is a good person or not. Such people are called 'anti-heroes'. Simply put, they belong to a group of people who do whatever they want."
Everyone below was dead. Daisy nodded in understanding: "In order to prevent the fighting from threatening the surrounding residents, he took action and killed both groups."
However, while they were talking, another building near the battlefield finally collapsed under the continuous bombing. The residents in that building must be in bad luck.
Deathstroke almost didn't laugh out loud. He patted the dumbfounded Daisy on the shoulder and said, "No, the Punisher killed them just because he didn't like these people. He should have appeared here because he wanted to drink. These people blocked him."
He's on his way."
"But the residents inside the building are innocent..." Daisy rubbed her face.
Su Ming spread his hands: "So what? He doesn't know those residents, so he will die if he dies. This is the style of the Punisher. When you see him in the future, you will know that his appearance is always accompanied by a hail of bullets and violent explosions.
of."
"Oh, then should I catch him and send him to the police station? After all, he is a murderer?" Daisy watched the Punisher slide down the stairs along the drainage pipe, and walked into the battlefield to refill everyone's guns, as if
Thinking of his responsibilities as a superhero.
Deathstroke left the empty wine bottle to be decomposed by Strangler and shrugged indifferently:
"It's up to you, but I suggest you kill him directly if you take action. Otherwise, with his ability, escaping from prison will be like playing. From now on, you and the people around you will never have peace. What about long-range sniping, car bombs, and food poisoning?"
He can make poison. But the question is, if you kill him, lynching is also an illegal act, and you become a murderer like him. Will you surrender?
"
"Uh... isn't this a logical paradox? Then what should we do?"
Daisy clutched her helmet, looking a little crazy.
"If you ask me, don't worry about the law anymore. If you don't abide by the law, he won't abide by the law either. Then you don't have to arrest him, and you can still make friends."
Deathstroke smiled and showed off his fox tail. Why should he be a heroic vigilante? Why not be a happy anti-hero?