Unlimited Rewards In Marvel

Expedited fee for four gold coins.

A little expensive!

If it had not been listed at the Continental Hotel for a period of time, Russell would have wondered if Charon was the middleman who paid the price difference.

On the surface, the expedited fee of four gold coins is twice the intelligence fee he paid yesterday, which is a little unreasonable.

However, considering the strength of the Punisher, the rush fee of four gold coins is not unacceptable.

As the hotel's ace assassin, the hotel will not take advantage of him in this regard.

Without hesitation, Russell took out four gold coins from his pocket and put them in front of Charon.

Charon took the gold coin and showed a professional smile that couldn't fault anything.

"Mr. Bradley, Mr. Winston asked me to tell you that you may consider taking a break during the recent period."

The Winston in Charon's mouth is the head of the Continental Hotel in New York.

Although Russell is the hotel's ace killer, he has only seen Winston two or three times.

Winston deliberately asked Charon to convey this sentence, just to remind him to keep a low profile.

The New York Police Department has yet to find out that he killed the textile factory, but the hotel knows it.

He was commissioned by the cross in the hotel lobby yesterday.

His office was also set on fire yesterday because of the cross and the Punisher.

If the hotel can't figure it out, Winston and the hotel's intelligence officers can resign en masse.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Winston. I have no plans to rest for the time being."

Even if the Punisher dies for a day, he will not stop.

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to prevent a thief.

Unless the Punisher is killed, there is no telling when the Punisher will find his apartment.

This guy is a true paranoid.

Not to mention bombing the apartment with a bazooka, even with C4, as long as the punisher thinks it is necessary, he can do it without any psychological burden.

As to whether other occupants of the apartment would suffer collateral damage, that was not in his mind.

Hotel speakeasy.

After paying the entry fee of a gold coin, Russell sat down in an empty booth and asked the waiter for a bottle of whisky.

Not long after he sat down, Perkins, an iceberg beauty, came over.

"You did what the Brotherhood did?"

Perkins lit a lady's cigarette and asked directly.

"There's no need to ask such an obvious thing."

"Aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of the NYPD?"

"To arrest someone is to pay attention to evidence. I'm just a private investigator who abides by the law and never evades taxes."

Picking up the whisky that the waiter just brought, Russell poured a glass for himself and Perkins, and said with a smile.

A major case in which dozens of people have died will indeed attract the attention of the New York Police Department.

But Russell wasn't worried about that at all.

The bullets and pistol he used yesterday were bought from the Continental Hotel, and they had never been used before.

Even if the NYPD took every bullet at the scene for ballistic comparison and detailed inspection, nothing could be found.

Except for the frat killers he shot and killed, everyone else died either in his venom form or grabbed by the cross.

He used Venom form for the first time yesterday.

Even if it wasn't, the NYPD wouldn't be able to pick up anything from the scars on those bodies.

Before leaving the textile factory, he had confirmed that there was no monitoring equipment in the textile factory.

The only thing that could be directly related to him is the various rumors in the underground world.

But such things as rumors cannot become evidence.

In the more than two years as a private detective and killer, he has also met many powerful and powerful beings.

Even without the help of the hotel,

He also has a way of plucking himself out of the mill business by perfectly legal legal means.

On the surface, the beautiful country is a country with a sound legal system.

But there are more rules that can be used.

Gold is a good example.

Everyone knows that Kim Bing is the king of the underworld in New York, the NYPD knows it, the district attorney knows it, and so does the mayor of New York.

But so what.

Kim is still alive and kicking.

Although Russell does not have as large a network of connections as Kim, it is not difficult for him to make a little use of the existing legal rules.

"The cross is dead, and now only the Punisher is left to deal with it. How about adding me?"

Perkins spat out a circle and said slowly.

"You just escaped from him a few days ago, aren't you afraid that you won't have such good luck this time?"

"If it was someone else who was going to deal with him, I would definitely consider it, but you are different. I have confidence in you."

Perkins has absolutely no intention of giving up.

She is a very vengeful woman.

"Then you may think too highly of me, let alone shoot at him, I don't even know where he is now."

"Don't be so stingy, I know you don't like others meddling in your actions. If you agree with me to join, I can pay you!"

"What's the reward?"

Perkins didn't answer him right away, but stood up and sat down beside him.

Then, facing his ear, he whispered in a seductive tone: "I will accompany you for three days, you can do whatever you want to me."

When speaking, Perkins also pressed his body up, allowing Russell to experience her softness first-hand.

In all fairness, Perkins is indeed a very attractive woman.

Russell, however, was not at all attracted by the reward she said.

What are you kidding?

Where is the reward, this is obviously Perkins taking advantage of him.

O woman!

Don't think I'll be fooled!

"This payment is too expensive, I can't bear it, you should go find someone else."

Russell, as always, rejected Perkins.

Perkins has been greedy for his body for a day or two. If he hadn't kept himself clean, he would have been eaten and wiped clean by Perkins.

"Are you still a man, or are you saying you can't?"

Perkins is worthy of being an experienced female killer, and the first shot is a big move.

I can not?

I don't know how many lines!

I just beat a demigod last night!

One has the blood of Zeus, the king of the gods, and is very likely to become a demigod of the god of war in the future!

Although I know that Perkins is using aggressive tactics, I have to say that she is an elite female killer who understands the hearts of men.

"To tell you the truth, you are indeed very attractive."

"As long as you say it, the men in the bar shouldn't mind doing something pleasing to you."

"I rejected you again and again, not because I can't, nor because you are not attractive, but I don't trust you a little."

Russell opened some distance slightly and said slowly.

"why?"

Perkins did not expect that the reason for Russell's rejection of himself would be this, and asked.

"Because I think you might be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!" (Note 1)