witcher in marvel

Chapter 175 Uncle Punishment's Unexpected Encounter

The night wind howled, and the clouds were very low.

On Manhattan's Lower East Side, a line of customers waited in front of a restaurant.

The people who were waiting were talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to care about the coming rainstorm at all.

Among the crowd, there is only one person who is out of place.

He was wearing a cool coat, but with a hood on his head, covering most of his face in the shadows, standing silently in the crowd, not intending to speak to anyone.

From time to time, people entered the restaurant and left shortly after, but the rather long queue still dissipated very slowly.

The young man next to the mysterious man babbled for a while, and had nothing to talk to the person in front of him, so he simply turned his head to look at the mysterious man again, and said hello without seeing anyone else, "Hey, buddy, where did you hear about it?" This? I heard it from Marcos, do you know Marcos?"

"Maybe."

The mysterious man didn't even lift his head, and said a cold perfunctory sentence.

The young man didn't feel his impatience, and was still chattering: "Marcos, don't you know? The one who hangs out on Eighth Street and Green Street, and always wears the same green jacket?"

The mysterious man finally turned his face, glanced at this guy, and replied in a colder tone: "I will remember."

The young man seemed to be proud of knowing that "Marcos", and said with a proud face: "He is a reliable person, he can know what happens in New York..."

"Thank you for letting me know."

The mysterious man turned his face away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

"Dude, I still have to tell you... I'm really happy to meet Brother Fasili, you know?" The young man's expression was a little nervous, and the words in his mouth were endless.

Mysterious Man (︶︹︺): "I know."

Young (): "They're so fucking private, you don't even see them, but having a deal with them... dude, I bet that's going to make a lot of money, huh?"

Mysterious man (￣へ￣): "Of course."

Young man (￣ro￣): "Do you think they will end up targeting the Steelgraves?"

Mysterious person: (╬￣盘￣) "...Probably."

"Really?" The young man became more and more excited as he spoke, completely lost in his own fantasy, "Haha, you also agree with my idea? I mean... If the Fasili Brotherhood is still in its right mind, it will definitely end up like this , uh, you know what I mean, right?"

"I think so."

Before the eruption, the mysterious man looked up and looked forward.

Here they are!

"Ah, finally!" The young man breathed a long sigh of relief, "You may be surprised that we can go in, but I'm a little nervous."

"is it?"

The mysterious man responded casually, and walked towards the door of the restaurant.

The young man hurriedly followed, and said in a rambling voice, "Yeah, I hid it a bit, and I hid it very well. I'm very good at this... Oh, by the way, my name is Pofrisco."

"it is good."

The mysterious man responded one after another, while his eyes were quietly observing the surroundings.

"Hmm, buddy, it's nothing, so... Hey, what should I call you." The young man was also looking around, his mouth still babbling, relieving the tension in his heart.

After all, although this is indeed a restaurant, he didn't come here to eat, but to respond to the call and apply to join the mafia organization.

To the young man's question, the mysterious man answered indifferently: "As you wish."

"Oh, ah, okay." The young man pouted, but still did not give up, "I guess you have been here for a while?"

"Not long."

The mysterious man wandered around, examining the number of people in front of him.

"It's good, it's all good..." Seeing the group of burly men in front, the young man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and still insisted, "I can't wait, I can't wait to see Brother Fassili."

"I know what you mean."

The mysterious man turned his head and glanced at him, then unbuttoned the black coat with both hands, revealing the skeleton T-shirt inside.

"Uh……"

Just as the young man was about to chat a few more words, his eyeballs suddenly popped out. When he saw this person, he suddenly took out two guns.

The left hand is a "Bretta" M9 military pistol, and the right hand is a Koch MP5K submachine gun.

"I hate queuing outside restaurants."

The mysterious man muttered, raised his submachine gun, and pulled the trigger at the crowd in front of him.

Immediately, the ground was bloody.

"Punish...the punisher?!"

Only then did the young man realize that he was a well-known punisher on the Tao who had harassed and harassed people for a long time.

"No, it's the punisher!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The Fasili restaurant is the lair of the Fasili Brotherhood. All the mafia admirers gather here, and none of them are soft persimmons... except for the young Pofrisco.

He was a street gangster before, and he occasionally heard that the mafia was recruiting, so he specially dressed up to apply, but he bumped into the big boss.

However, it was precisely because of his nagging words that the punisher knew that he was not a real gangster, so the bullets avoided his position as much as possible, otherwise, depending on the distance between him and the punisher, he would be the first to be shot. He is the one who sifts.

"The mafia admirers are rising rapidly in the Lower East Side, and they are sending out notices to call in manpower. You are really living stupidly, and you are living...dangerous!"

Uncle Punishment almost never missed a shot, switching the two guns to kill the underworld elites one by one, until there were only two living people left in the restaurant.

"So, I've come to fulfill my duty! .

As Uncle Punishment was talking, he suddenly raised his hand and shot again.

The bullet passed through the overturned table against the wall and burrowed into the wall next to Pofrisco's face.

Pofrisco suddenly shrank into a ball, raised his hand and shouted: "Excuse me! Sorry! I shouldn't harass you, please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

However, no one responded to him.

But a few seconds later, there was another gunshot.

Pofrisco poked his head out in horror, only to find that the Punisher had disappeared and the door to the kitchen was open.

Apparently, the Punisher went hunting for the rest of the Mafia.

Corpses littered the restaurant, and lakes of blood formed.

Pofrisco opened his mouth, let out a stern howl, got up from the ground, and rushed out of the restaurant like crazy.

Uncle Punishment heard his cry, he was in no mood and had no time to pay attention.

He was following the kitchen passage and entering the mafia's underground fortress.

The Punisher was never a reckless person. Before he decided to massacre this place, he spent seven days collecting information. He had a general understanding of the restaurant's environment, manpower, and firepower layout, so he was able to clean up the entire restaurant in an instant.

However, this underground passage made him unexpected. There are many guards, and the firepower is far above the ground. He doesn't know what secrets are hidden.

Uncle Punishment didn't care about this, he just killed it to the end, so he knew it naturally.

In the long and narrow underground passage, there was no place to hide, and the Punisher's pace was much slower.

However, he is still moving forward.

The bullets of the guns he brought were empty, so he picked up the guns from the corpses, raised the corpses as shields, and killed them all the way from the beginning to the end.

Uncle Punishment's body was covered with blood, and he finally reached the end of the corridor.

There was a corner, casting a bright light.

Uncle Punishment cautiously probed his head to look, and suddenly felt numbness on the skin of his face, and goosebumps. He hurriedly took a few steps back, and then heard a sound of puff puff, where he was just standing, was hit by a string of bullets. The potholes are gone.

Well, there's only one enemy left.

Uncle Punishment checked the gun in his hand, bent down to pick up a magazine, and slowly replaced the bullet, before shouting coldly: "Throw away your gun!"

There is a door around the corner, and there is only a bald guard left in front of the door.

The guy was trembling, and forced himself to say, "Then what? Will you let me go?"

Uncle Punishment remained silent, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

"I know why you came here..." Bald swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly, "Turn around and leave, trust me, you don't want to see what's behind the door!"

Uncle Punishment was startled: "What door?"

He didn't see clearly what was there just now, but the bald head obviously didn't believe it, and shouted hysterically: "This door! The purpose of your coming here, otherwise you think I'm talking about what door..."

Before he could finish his roar, Uncle Punishment suddenly got short, jumped out from the darkness, and shot straight at the bald head's forehead without hesitation.

Then, he noticed the door.

A very ordinary door, like an emergency exit.

"He wanted to scare me away, but even if he was so afraid, he didn't dare to open the door..."

Looking at this seemingly ordinary door, Uncle Punishment hesitated a little, but quickly made up his mind.

He spent a week observing and knew that there were no secret troops here, no C4 bombs to explode, what else could surprise him?
Bang!
Uncle Punishment kicked the door open, and the light behind the door reflected on him.

He froze in place for a second, stretched out his hand suddenly, and closed the door again.

Uncle Punishment stood in front of the door, stunned for a long while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number he seldom dialed: "Fu Rui, I need help!"

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(End of this chapter)