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Things always go in unexpected directions.

'Kim Bing', Wilson Fisker asked the driver to turn the car around, and he was rushing back to the place where the woman he wanted lived. At this moment, the anxious expression on his face was no different from that of other ordinary men.

"How on earth did he know Vanessa?!" Jin Ning roared, grabbing the collar of his bodyguard. "Check! Find out who leaked the rumors!"

There was a cold, cruel light in his eyes that belonged to Jin Bing, not Wilson Fisk, a benevolent businessman. Over the years, he has killed many people with this look in his eyes, some by himself, and some indirectly because of his relationship.

By the time they got back, Vanessa's apartment was already full of corpses. Those were all his subordinates, including the bodyguards who were responsible for protecting Vanessa, as well as the Ma Zai who was transferred after Jin Bing heard the news. But now there are only a few dead left.

The constant gunshots that started off have now become sparse. Many people in the surrounding neighborhoods tried to call the police, but often they just got the assurance that 'we'll be there soon' after the phone was picked up, and then just waited, trembling.

No police, nothing. They can only hold their heads and wait for the morning in horror at home.

Compared to their fears, the Punisher is very different. He grinned and smiled and killed. It was only when he was killing people that he laughed so happily. That cold, hard, rough face, which was more like tree bark than the skin, had a crazy smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

Gunfire spewed, bullet casings fell, and bodies fell.

Only he remained standing. No matter how many people come, how strong the firepower is. All of them were shot in the head with a precise shot under the two pistols in his hands. He never even wastes a second shot on a person, this extraordinary precision is no different from a machine, but the smile on his face is starting to grow stronger.

Vanessa, who has been watching, knows that these are not emotions that machines should have—but they are definitely not emotions that humans should have.

How many people have a happy smile on their faces when they kill their own kind?

She didn't scream, she didn't try to escape. Even with only a bath towel on her body, she squatted on the street at night in New York that was only a few degrees. The same goes for gunshots all around, and a dude who doesn't know if it's a sociopath lunatic is making more corpses. She just crouched calmly behind the pile of corpses the man made, watching him kill.

Finally, the gunfire ceased—because the killing was over. At the same time, a limousine flicked to a stop in front of him.

Two men got out of the car, the one headed was huge and wearing a white suit. His face was extremely gloomy.

"Frank Custer.... Look what you've done." He looked around and said word for word.

"You killed more than 150 people tonight, what a ruthless executioner. Compared with you, the butchers of the CIA are nothing." Jin Bing's face suddenly hung a mocking smile, the face of the punisher. He glanced blankly at the woman behind the pile of corpses. Her expression changed slightly after hearing the familiar voice.

"You killed more than me."

No rash attempt to shoot - don't get me wrong, he did. But Kim Bing's extraordinary physique was no joke, and small-caliber bullets didn't work for him at all. It was a skin injury more than a skin injury, and now the only two pistols in his hand were good for dealing with Jin and the horses under his hands.

But to deal with him, something else was needed.

"I'm just a businessman, I'm doing my small business, who will get hurt?" Jin asked rhetorically.

"You can lie to yourself, Jinbing." The Punisher replied coldly. He tore off his windbreaker and threw it on the ground, revealing the bulletproof vest with a skeleton pattern painted inside and a dozen or so hanging on it. Frag Grenade.

Seeing this, Jin Bing raised his eyebrows slightly: "It looks like you came prepared... I'll make it clear and tell me where she is. I can let you go today."

After he finished speaking, a small red dot lit up on the Punisher's forehead, and Jin Bing took the cigar that the bodyguard handed him without fear, with an unhurried look: "You can't escape. , Frank. While you're busy killing these people, I've filled the three blocks around, and you can guess how many snipers I have."

"Escape?" The Punisher looked at Jin Bing and slowly shook his head. He easily pulled Vanessa up behind the pile of corpses. The woman bit her lower lip, but didn't let out a pained cry. Even if the Punisher had pinched her wrist red.

Jin Bing's expression finally changed.

Vanessa stood in front of the Punisher, who was holding a pistol to her head. And Jin didn't choose to look at her eyes full of puzzlement and pain. He stared at Frank's eyes, speaking slowly but earnestly: "We can talk - Frank."

"Talk about what?"

"whatever."

The Punisher laughed.

"I want your life, and you won't give it. I want you to turn yourself in and make your criminal evidence public, and you won't. So why don't we open the skylight and speak up, Kim Bing. Tell this woman who you really are. Who, how?"

Vanessa didn't speak, she just looked at Jin Bing, and what she wanted to say seemed to be contained in her expression. Those eyes full of complexity stung Jin Bing's heart, he never thought that he would face such a thing.

But he is Kim Bing.

So, the next second, he made a gesture.

Vanessa's head exploded on Punisher's chest, blood and brains smashing his face. Jin and let out a roar, and the huge body rushed towards him. His face was full of anger and sadness, and he was even crying.

Like I said, some people have to die.

Looking at Jin Ning rushing towards him, this sentence flashed in Punisher's head. He wanted to manipulate his body to react and avoid Jinbing's attack. But he's just a mortal, and he can't instantly move to another location in a second.

The consequences were obvious. He was pushed to the ground by Jin who was extremely angry, and was beaten frantically by the latter. Jin Bing's every move is to go to his vital points, eyes, throat, temples. Frank put his head in his hands, struggling to bear Jin's inhuman strength. He only felt that his two hand bones were about to split.

Now, he has only one chance to break the game.

Jin Bian was so angry that he could have let the sniper kill Frank directly, but he had to come up and fight him. The Punisher is the best at finding opportunities, and he actually spared his strength to mock Jin Bing when he was beaten.

"It seems that you are very self-aware of yourself... Fisk, you didn't say anything hypocritical like I killed her. Because you and I both know that she didn't have to die, you didn't allow it. As Kim Byung, there is a weakness in himself, so he killed her, right?"

The Punisher was clearly riding under him and beating, but he acted as if he had the upper hand. His speech is fluent and his analytical psychology is extremely accurate, as if he is Kim Byeong himself.

Regardless of whether he's telling the truth or not - let's see Kim Byeong's reaction.

He can't be said to be handsome. After a person's body is so huge, no matter how delicate his original facial features are, he will be squeezed by the flesh and lose his original spirituality. At this time, he opened his mouth wide, saliva dropped from his mouth, blue veins jumped up on his forehead, and his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshots, obviously he was extremely angry.

Great, this is exactly what I want.

The Punisher, who had been watching him carefully in the defensive gap, seized the opportunity of this moment, his arms suddenly burst, and with unquestionable speed, he went straight into Jinbian's eyes - even small-caliber bullets could not penetrate Jinbian. Skin, he doesn't think his power can cause a little damage to this monster.

It's the only chance, yes, it's really the only chance for Frank Custer.

But Kim is different, he has a thousand chances.

When Frank's fingers were inserted into his eyes, there was a grin on the man's face. He let Frank pull out his eyeballs, and he didn't move an inch, and slammed it down with a backhand—crack.

With a crisp sound, the Punisher, Frank Custer, died.

Jin Bian stood up staggeringly, and the bodyguard who had been waiting for a long time greeted him and handed him a glass of red wine. He drank it, then took off his suit jacket, wiped his hands, threw it on the ground, got in the car and walked away, leaving only a cold sentence: "Take me to the doctor, and put him Chopped it up and fed it to the dogs."

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He Shenyan had thought that Frank would die, but he didn't expect him to die so simply. Still, that's not surprising given his career and who he is. He probably expected it too.

It's that gold...

It's terrifying.

Few people can get such an evaluation from He Shenyan's mouth.

The scary thing about Jin Bing is not his strength. The muscles he somehow acquired may be good for ordinary superheroes, but the mage is neither "super" nor "hero", he can squeeze it at will Death Jinbing, what really made him feel terrible, was the cruelty of Jinbing.

His cruelty to himself.

His love for that woman was genuine, and from his mind, He Shenyan could clearly see his original plan. Jin Bing even thought about retiring early, whitewashing himself, and giving up all rights to spend the rest of his life with this woman. But when he called for snipers in the car, he placed an order that was completely the opposite of what he had in mind.

That is the gesture, when necessary, the snipers are authorized to kill Vanessa directly.

As a result, Frank Custer lost any qualifications to negotiate with Kim. The steady stream of horses was part of his plan, and he knew they couldn't hurt the Punisher, but that wasn't his intention - what he really wanted was to hold Frank with their deaths. .

Just hold him back so he can't leave.

After Vanessa's death, his grief and anger are genuine, not the slightest false. He scolded and made things difficult for himself in all kinds of ways in his heart... All these made He Shenyan have the urge to laugh out loud, and the most amazing thing about the whole thing was that Jin was not a normal person.

His mental state is completely normal.

In other words, this man made the decision to kill his beloved when he was fully conscious. While scolding his cruelty, he cold-bloodedly ordered his men to kill her. He didn't take his anger out, he didn't blame Frank, on the contrary, he knew the whole thing was his fault.

He couldn't accept that Frank exchanged Vanessa for the life of his subordinates and then walked away, and he couldn't accept Vanessa's expression when she found out her true identity...... .

He Shenyan must admit one thing, if his bottom line was lower, Jin would not be the one who inherited the gene seed in his hand.

But there's no ifs, and he's sitting in Frank's cheap hotel now. The Punisher, the headless corpse of Frank Custer lay on the floor. His body was already cold, but fortunately his soul had not left.

His kraft paper was spread out beside the corpse, and the mage raised his right hand and snapped his fingers gently.

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I am dead.

Frank Custer is well aware of this. From the moment Jin Ping threw his fist at him, he knew that this was his own death. But not unwilling like most people, he was completely relieved.

For his life, Frank Custer has no regrets, he even wished to die sooner.

Yes, I should have died.

Frank Custer is long overdue.

Before long, a little light appeared in the dark world, and in front of him appeared an oriental man in a black robe sitting on a chair. With long hair and a shawl, with a star river in his eyes, he is handsome beyond imagination. There was another chair in front of him.

The other party did not speak, but looked at him with interest.

After a long time, Frank decided to break the awkward silence. He went to sit down in a chair and said, "So, Death is an Oriental?"

"What? Are you a racist?"

"No, I'm not." Frank shook his head. "I hate everyone equally, white, black, yellow. Men, women, young and old, fat, tall and short. Straight or basic, I don't care, I even hate myself."

"Not bad joke." The Oriental man nodded and said with a smile, "So, in front of the **** of death, do you have anything to say?"

"No, let's do it. I know my sin is unforgivable, so hurry up and throw me into hell."

Frank said simply that he didn't seem to want to struggle at all, or to meet the souls of his family. Simply like a dart who wants to skip the foreplay.

"You don't want to see your family?"

"Looks like you know everything," Frank said quietly. "But, I don't want to. I don't deserve to see them again. I'm not the person my wife and my kids knew. From the day they died, I was just the Punisher, not Frank Custer."

"Frank Custer is a man, a retired soldier. A father, a husband, a son. But the Punisher..." He was silent for a while, then uttered five words: "Just a monster."

A roster suddenly appeared in the hand of Death, who looked like an oriental man. He put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and then flipped through the roster: "There are more people who are more monsters than you, Mr. Frank. You The sins of **** are not worth mentioning in hell."

Frank frowned: "How come? I killed so many people."

"Yeah, but you're killing some **** people. Well... let's see, you killed 1,243 robbers, 924 rapists, 300 of them Sixty are attempts. There are also countless gangsters, drug heads, all kinds of psychopathic serial killers with American characteristics, human traffickers, corrupt bureaucrats..."

He recited a long list of names as if he was going through the mouth, and then he closed the roster. He smiled at Frank and said, "If you want me to say it, Mr. Frank. This is a great achievement. Even if these people are lined up to be killed, they will die for a while. And you..."

Reaper gestured to shoot: "You just 'boom bam' and then 'boom bam' and kill them all. From what I see, you basically kill wherever you go. ."

Frank just listened blankly, and he waited until he was sure that Death had finished speaking before opening his mouth.

He said, "Listen, Reaper. I'm not as noble as you think and see. I'm a sociopath, and I kill for psychological comfort. Do I hate criminals? Of course! Hate them to die! Yes! I wish every **** **** died a thousand times!"

His eyes widened, and a familiar gnashing of teeth appeared on his face: "There's not so much so-called reason and hellish justice, I'm just pure-hope-they **** scum- All to die!"

Death applauded his speech: "You're honest, Mr. Frank. That's rare, but..."

There was a calming force in his tone, but absurdity in his words: "I must tell you one thing, Mr. Frank, in view of your great deeds and deeds of justice that destroy sin, Ben The court here declares that you are not guilty—you can go to heaven, Mr. Frank."

"What the **** are you talking about?!" Frank jumped up from his chair, walked over to Death, grabbed his collar and shouted loudly. "Are you crazy?! I'm guilty! I'm guilty! Do you understand?! Throw me into **** now, or I'll let you—"

"—Let me what?"

The **** of death threw out four words lightly, and he let go of his hand in disappointment. The man knelt on the ground weakly, his voice was very soft, very soft: "Please, I can't see them in this way."

He raised his head, pointed to his face, and said, "How can I see them again? How dare I hug my wife and children again with blood-stained hands?"