Chapter five hundred and forty-six spoilers of the dead servant
"Pooh!"
Curtis did not speak, but spat in Billy Russell's face.
Billy Russell was silent for a moment. He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped away the old phlegm on his face bit by bit.
"Curtis, you are seeking death yourself, so you can't blame me!"
A ferocious look flashed across Billy Russell's eyes.
“Bang!!”
He hit Curtis with a backhand punch on the temple, instantly knocking Curtis to the ground and fainting.
In the past, in the army, Billy Russell was a super soldier who could rival the Punisher Frank Custer. He was not a figure that Curtis, as a military doctor, could match, not to mention that Curtis was lame in one leg.
Otherwise, how could Billy Russell, a person with no background, get together with Colonel Eagle, the director of the CIA, the director of the Department of Homeland Security, and others to start a laundry detergent business?
It's because Billy Russell is strong enough and tough enough!
And if it develops according to the established destiny, Billy Russell will become the Punisher's mortal enemy in the future, and Jigsaw, a well-known villain in the Marvel world.
"Take him back!" Billy Russell dropped the tissue and said, "Let the wind blow outside. If Frank Custer doesn't come to rescue his comrade, he will be dead."
Billy Russell really doesn't want to turn against his former friends, but he has no choice now. Once the whole thing is leaked by Frank Custer, the Punisher, he will not only lose tens of millions of dollars in net worth immediately, but also
He will immediately become a wanted criminal by the CIA, Department of Homeland Security and other violent agencies, and he will have to spend the rest of his life in panic. If he is unlucky, he will die in the hands of no one knows.
I would rather let the world down than let the world let me down!
He asked himself that he did not owe Frank Castle anything, but now that he was about to become an opponent due to his different stance, he would not show any mercy to Frank Castle.
He will use all means until he kills Frank Custer!
…
Night falls.
There was no one left in the park. Only Frank Custer, the punisher wearing a bulletproof vest with a white skull on it, knew that there were at least thirty elite special forces hidden in the park, enough to kill all over Africa.
An absolutely elite force.
At this time, the Punisher was holding a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, a 223-inch M16 optional fire mode automatic rifle on his back, a 9mm Browning automatic pistol on his waist, and a Gobo fighting knife on his body.
Wearing combat equipment such as shoulders, elbow pads, knee pads, and bulletproof vests, the whole person gradually sneaked towards the park.
"Since the other party dares to let Frank come, they must be fully prepared. Can Frank really come out by himself?" David Lieberman struggled.
These days, relying on the actual combat skills of Level 10 Punisher agents, they have mastered a lot of evidence about William Rollins and others selling laundry detergent. The CIA is already preparing to uproot the interest group formed by William Rollins.
get up.
There was no need for them to do anything else. As long as they waited quietly, their revenge would be avenged naturally.
Unfortunately, the enemy is not a fool. Although they didn't know that the Punisher had contacted CIA Director Heather through Murphy's accident, they could also sense the danger, so they acted first and kidnapped the Punisher.
Comrade Curtis.
Therefore, the Punisher had to be delivered to your doorstep.
"Don't worry, Frank won't die that easily." Murphy smiled, ready to settle down and just be a freeloader.
As the punisher of the Marvel world, Frank Custer, who even had the experience of massacring the entire universe, how could he die in obscurity in this stinking ditch?
“Bang bang bang!”
In one confrontation, two armed elite special forces soldiers with live ammunition were killed by the Punisher without any precautions.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone immediately reacted, raised their firearms, and shot at the Punisher.
"Da da da da!"
Four or five people used the powerful firepower of automatic rifles to instantly suppress the Punisher and make him unable to lift his head.
This also made the Punisher realize that the person Billy Russell used to prepare to deal with him was indeed no ordinary loser. He was definitely an elite among the elite. His reaction was too fast. Maybe he wanted to deal with him one-on-one.
They all have to spend a certain amount of effort and come together in groups... I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it.
When a master reaches a certain level, the gap becomes smaller and smaller. It is not an easy task for the Punisher to deal with thirty people who are just a few steps away from him.
But one of his few close friends, Curtis, is waiting for him to save his life. No matter how powerful the enemy is, he still has to find an overlord to take the bow.
"Bang bang bang!"
The Punisher jumped diagonally, fired in mid-air, and defeated two more opponents. He was about to fall into the obstacle with the inertia, but unexpectedly he was shot in the thigh.
"shit!"
The Punisher cursed angrily. He just failed to kill several opponents and he was shot. It looked like things were not going to be good next!
He quickly tore off a piece of clothing and used it to bandage his wounds. Otherwise, in the next battle, even if he was not killed by bullets, he would bleed to death.
The Punisher is worthy of being a Punisher. He bandages his thigh with a piece of rag, and he can immediately walk like flying without affecting his movements, and then he starts fucking hard with Billy Russell's team.
“Bang bang bang!”
The Punisher emptied the magazine of the Thompson submachine gun he was holding in his hand, killed four opponents, and was about to grab the M16 automatic rifle behind him.
"Pfft!"
He heard the sound of a bullet entering the flesh of the other thigh.
Punisher:"……"
Damn it, so far, he has killed less than ten people in total, and both legs were shot with bullets in the thighs. What else is there to do next?
Where did that bastard Billy Russell find so many elites?
Normally, he would fight dozens of mercenaries all by himself, but this time the boat capsized in the gutter...
It doesn't matter whether he dies or not, but the revenge of his wife and children has not yet been avenged, and Curtis, a close friend, has not yet been rescued!
The Punisher tore off another piece of cloth, wrapped it around the wound on the other thigh, staggered to his feet, and continued fighting.
"Hey, it looks like Frank is in big trouble, why don't you go help him?" David Lieberman looked at Murphy and said.
"Are you kidding? I'm just a helpless doctor. How can I help him?" Murphy shrugged and said.
He was watching the fun and observing the limits of the Punisher's combat power. How could A go up to help the Punisher at this time?
Both legs were tied with strips of cloth, but the Punisher still walked as fast as he could.
It's not that he has extraordinary physical fitness, but that in this kind of super-high-level gunfight, if he slows down a little, he will be shot in the head immediately.
Therefore, even if the Punisher felt the severe pain of the wound, the gurgling blood came out, stained the cloth strips red, and even flowed along his trouser legs and down to his feet, the Punisher could only ignore it for the time being.
Suddenly, the Punisher heard several screams for no apparent reason, and then the next second...
"Wow, my Frank, you are truly my little sweetheart. You are such a tough guy. Even after being so seriously injured, you are still able to move forward bravely. Those strong muscles, especially those well-developed chest muscles, make people drool just by looking at them.
Already."
I don't know when, on an obstacle where the Punisher was hiding, a pervert in a red tights suddenly and silently appeared, half squatting, with two long knives on his shoulders.
“Bang bang bang!”
The Punisher didn't say anything, he subconsciously pointed the gun in his hand upwards, pointed it at the opponent and fired.
"Oh, Frank, you are so cruel!" The pervert in the red tights was unexpectedly hit directly by his bullet and fell in front of the punisher, spitting out blood: "I'm obviously
I came to help you with good intentions, but you did this to me."
"I don't know you!" the Punisher said with a frown.
"In the past, when you were watching the moon with others, you called them jealous. Now it's better. The new person has replaced the old one, and you no longer recognize me..." The perverted man in red tights looked at the punisher with resentment.
To be honest, the Punisher really wanted to put the gun in his hand to the opponent's head and shoot him a few more times, because the opponent was obviously a man, and it could be clearly seen from the big lump under his tights.
But this person seems to be a pervert, and he also covets the beauty of his punisher...
"But I won't argue with you anymore. It's just that I'm going to die in your hands now. Before I die, can you grant me one wish?" Deadpool said.
"What?"
"Kiss me."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The only response to Deadpool was the gun of the Punisher. The Punisher would never kill innocent people indiscriminately or attack ordinary people, but this person...
It was really unbearable for him.
When he heard again that Billy Russell's men were surrounding him with strong firepower, the Punisher immediately turned around with a serious look on his face, preparing to attack.
"Um!"
Suddenly, the Punisher felt a hand touch his butt...
"Frank, long time no see, your butt is still so perky..."
"Kill him!" The Punisher was furious. With only one thought left in his mind, he turned back with the gun in hand and directed a burst of fire towards the opponent.
Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly disappeared out of sight. While the punisher was shocked, he saw under the moonlight a pervert wearing a red tights suddenly appeared in the sky above the hands of Billy Russell, who was surrounding him.
"Clang!"
I saw the long knife on the pervert's back unsheathed, glowing coldly under the moonlit night. Then he waved his swords, and with two "puff" sounds, two big heads flew into the sky, and the steaming blood spattered several times.
feet high.
"Hehe, Frank, don't be angry. We are best friends. If you feel you are at a disadvantage, I will let you touch it back."
The next second, the perverted figure in red tights disappeared again and appeared in front of another group of mercenaries. The two swords flashed again, and two more heads appeared.
"I'm your best friend, little bitch!"
The only one who responded to Deadpool was the Punisher, who only sprayed bullets with high firepower.
"Your gun is so thick, so fierce, and so powerful. I like it so much." While helping the Punisher to kill the surrounding enemies, Deadpool made a look like he was clenching his legs and unable to control himself.
People look at...
"Fuck!!!" The punisher couldn't help but cursed angrily, not knowing where this lunatic ran out of nowhere!
"How come this guy Deadpool came to disrupt the situation out of nowhere?" Murphy muttered.
"Do you know the other person?" David Lieberman looked at Murphy and asked: "The other person seems to be able to teleport. He is not an ordinary person."
"His name is Deadpool. He is a powerful mercenary and a mutant. He has immortality, teleportation and other special abilities." Murphy said.
"Then he and Frank are really gay friends?" David Lieberman's eyes were filled with malice for a moment.
"I don't know what his relationship is with Frank, but I know that he is a man of all genders, regardless of type...except for the fact that a tough guy like Frank can catch his eye and let him stand in front of Frank, your view
He is also very interested in being able to stand behind you..." Mo Fei said quietly.
"You...are kidding me, right?" David Lieberman smiled sarcastically.
"I'm not kidding you. Besides Frank, this bastard named Deadpool also has a good friend named Peter Parker. He is a high school student, a nerdy academic, and has a baby face. He is really similar to you.
Here!" Mo Fei said seriously.
Seeing that there was nothing he could do about the teleporting bastard in red tights, the Punisher temporarily suppressed his anger and began to clean up the battlefield while the bastard in red tights attracted the attention of most of Billy Russell's men.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
When those mercenaries who originally cooperated closely, had an airtight defensive formation, and were impenetrable met a talent like Deadpool, who could only come out of hundreds of millions, they finally showed their flaws and were caught by the Punisher.
Gun headshot.
"Frank, I foresaw that you were in big trouble, so I rushed over to help you. Without me, you would be dead! I have saved your life, and I won't say anything about it.
But you have to stay with me for at least one night, right?"
While the Punisher was having a gunfight with others, he also had to endure harassment from the pervert in the red tights.
He swore that even the severe pain in the wound on his leg was not as unbearable as the man's endless filthy words.
After he rescued his best friend Curtis, killed the bastard Billy Russell, and avenged his wife and children, his next goal was to kill this pervert in a red tights, even if the other person did seem to be here to help.
his.
"Frank, how about this? Let's discuss it. I can step back a little and I can stay with you for one night. What do you think?"