A series of intensive gunshots, accompanied by noisy screams, resounded throughout the bar.
Frank Custer was wearing a shirt with a skull pattern on it and was shooting at the bar with a submachine gun in his hand.
This is not a serious place. Although it has a business license, at this time, it is just a stronghold of the gang.
Now only the leaders are counting the recent harvest.
The Punisher appears in this place not for justice, but only for revenge.
These guys were all the bastards who appeared in that park and participated in that tragedy.
The intensive gunfire could not release Frank's anger. Instead, after the screams gradually died down, the guilt and anger completely overwhelmed Frank's heart.
Frank held the gun in his hand and touched up the guys who fell on the ground one by one. The drinks that had been poured on the ground due to the confusion began to burn.
After Frank left, there was no one alive here.
Maybe after a fire, the rats inside will disappear.
After Frank left the bar that was shrouded in flames, a group of guys in black suits appeared nearby.
"He has no intention of hiding at all. Are the bullet casings scattered all over the ground like this?"
"Okay, buddy, he knows our existence, we can only deal with his traces afterwards."
The two agents spoke expressionlessly, and other personnel had already begun to deal with the fire scene.
In the end, this revenge will be labeled as an "accident", and then the citizens will go to the government door to call for a boycott of the unfortunate fire department, and incidentally, they will also boycott the construction supplies companies run by those gangs.
The two agents, who obviously had a higher status, looked at their subordinates busy, and then the place suddenly became a little quiet.
"By the way, what can you tell from the bullet casing?"
"You can see his anger."
The topic ended again, and the people cleaning up the scene began to leave.
Agents who are proficient in expression management arrive in a hurry and leave quietly.
The siren of the fire truck finally came, and when the fire was extinguished, only ruins were left in this place.
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"Nick, I know this is not you, but what do you want to tell me?"
Frank was blocked by a one-eyed black egg on his way out. He had just calmed down and was obviously feeling good.
So he spoke first.
"Frank, you know what you're doing."
No one knows how many life substitutes Nick Fury has, but they are all Nick Fury's will.
In other words, the actions of these things are all instructed by Nick Fury, so there must be something to say.
"I'm taking revenge and giving these bastards some punishment, so what?"
Frank's expression was not very good. He knew that every time his old comrade appeared in front of him, it always meant a lot of trouble for him to deal with.
"So, you created such a big battle? We are in a difficult position."
"Come on, you old bastard always deals with things that you can't even talk about. How can this little thing make things difficult for SHIELD?"
Frank had no intention of saving any face for Nick Fury, and there was usually no need to pay attention to these things between them.
"Your son is still alive..."
"I know, didn't you ask someone to tell me specifically? I don't owe you anything to use me to achieve your goals!"
Frank interrupted rudely as Nick Fury continued.
After Nick Fury talked about his family, Frank's mood suddenly became violent.
He felt that if he continued to let Nick talk, he would get into some trouble.
"I need you to investigate Dugan. That old guy seems to be planning something recently. I'm a little worried."
"Dum playing Dugan? You and I are not in the same system. You want me to investigate this veteran?"
Damn Dugan is somewhat famous in this world. After all, when telling the story of Captain America, it is always inseparable from the Howling Commandos who fought with him.
Frank was a little confused as to what Nick Fury was planning. Investigating other people's information was never something he was good at.
"I doubt there is anything on that mountain that those guys care about. Otherwise, my subordinates may not be able to command for a few days because of Dugan's deprivation."
"I don't want to know your things. Those are troubles for me, not help."
Frank was not interested in Nick Fury's words.
"I told you about your son!"
"So I went to help you test that old guy who made me feel like a silent volcano!"
Frank's tone was already very unkind, and he had already raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand, as if he was planning to shoot.
Nick Fury knew that this old guy dared to do this, just like when the two people acted together, they would often attack each other. This kind of thing has become normal for Frank and him.
"I'll give you more help and let you spend less time collecting gang information. You can use the time to find Dugan."
Nick Fury stated his conditions, and the next step was to wait for Frank's answer.
There is no connection between Frank and Dugan, and it is simply ridiculous for him to investigate Dugan.
"I still say what I said, I will not get involved in your affairs, I am just a soldier."
Frank pointed the gun in his hand at Nick Fury with a stern look on his face.
"So, you'd better leave now!"
Nick Fury nodded his head, then his body slowly retreated into the shadows, and then disappeared.
One-eyed man Nick Fury, he is very good at this kind of thing, hiding and then suddenly appearing, and then suddenly disappearing.
This is said to have helped add to his mystique.
So he's always elusive, but Frank has long been used to it.
Although he rejected Nick Fury's conditions, he still cared to some extent.
No matter how troublesome the matter was before, Nick Fury would never ask him to intervene.
After all, in terms of investigation, SHIELD agents are much more professional than Frank Custer.
And Nick didn't say what he was investigating, but Frank knew very well that no matter what he found out, he would be involved in a whirlpool that was difficult to escape from.
He also has a son, and he must think more about it, preferably to avoid trouble.
The power that Nick Fury can use is definitely second to none in the world, but things that make him dare not call his men to investigate are obviously not that simple.
Frank put the gun back into its holster and looked at the bright street lights with a somewhat desolate look.
Originally, when he returned home from the army, he just wanted to live an ordinary life, but now it has backfired, and he has embarked on a road full of killings.