New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 1 If I still suffer injustice after traveling through time, then I have traveled through time in vain
"Get down here!"

39th Street between th and th Avenues, New York City, United States of America.

A white and blue Chevrolet police car with the words "NYPD" on it got out, and two obese policemen, one black and one white, wearing black uniforms, got out.

The white policeman grabbed a young Asian man from the back seat of the car and said, "Yellow monkey, this is where you should be!"

The man looked at him coldly: "White pig, you stink!"

The white policeman frowned and punched him hard in the abdomen, causing him to hunch over in pain.

The black policeman next to him watched the scene with a smile: "Okay, Jaden, leave him here, this is Hell's Kitchen, he won't survive ten days here!"

The bent-over Asian man stood up with great effort and raised his middle finger to the black policeman: "Go pick cotton, nigger!"

"Fuck you, you Chinese..."

The black policeman became angry instantly and reached out to grab the pistol at his waist, as if he was going to shoot anyone who dared to provoke him in the next moment.

This time it was the white policeman's turn to smile.

He stopped the black policeman and pushed him back into the car: "Isaac, don't be angry, there are too many people here, you can't fight here!"

The black policeman spat and sat in the passenger seat angrily.

The white policeman ignored the Asian man. He just stared at him for a few more seconds, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

Before driving away, he had a ferocious gleam in his eyes: “Yellow monkey, I’ve got my eyes on you.

As long as you dare to walk out of Hell's Kitchen, I will definitely send you back until you die here!"

The police car roared away, and the Asian man half-crouched.

The passers-by around him had indifference on their faces and walked around him.

After a long while, he stood up and stared blankly at the dilapidated streets and the black, white, brown and yellow crowds in front of him.

daze.

His name is Cohen Wang, and his name in his previous life was Wang Wei. He is a time traveler who just emerged this morning.

Originally he was an ordinary worker in China, over 30 years old and had accomplished nothing.

After wasting ten years in the big city, when I returned, my mind was still that of a teenager, and so was my wallet.

After hesitating for more than a month, there was no food left at home.

So he wrote a book.

A crushing defeat.

The daily income is six dollars and seventy-eight cents.

The only remaining readers are all keyboard warriors.

Just when he was typing until 2:30 in the morning and had a passionate conversation with a sharp-tongued reader.

A mouthful of old phlegm stuck in my throat, and I swallowed it once, twice, but failed to do so.

Damn it.

As his consciousness faded, he felt a great fear in his heart: Mom, I will never dare to scold the reader again!
When he opened his eyes again, he had transformed into a young and handsome Asian homeless man in the Big Apple.

Nothing.

Even the memory of this body is confused, the only thing he can speak is fluent English.

Lonely, helpless, scared, and traveling through loneliness!

He just wanted to say -

In this situation, don’t arrange for me to travel through time, just bury me in the grave!
With nowhere to go and being young and handsome, he became a beautiful landscape on the streets of America.

Since ancient times, beauties have brought disaster.

His good looks soon got him into trouble.

Several homeless people with ragged clothes and confused eyes approached him.

One of them, a middle-aged Asian man with small eyes, unshaven beard and a pimple on his forehead, actually rubbed against him!
It belongs to me!
I was thirty-three in my previous life, twenty-two in this life, which means I’m over fifty years old now, and I’ve never been touched by a man!
He immediately attacked with a barrage of punches, knocking the opponent so hard that he could not take care of himself.

It was at this time that he met the two corrupt policemen.

The people surrounding him scattered, and the man with the bump on his head lay stiffly with his eyes closed.

Cohen knew that the United States was a police state with enormous power, so he wisely cooperated with them.

But when the white policeman pressed his hands behind his back, he cursed: "Fuck, you are a bunch of damned yellow monkeys!"

Can this be tolerated?
I had an unhappy life in my previous life and was a humble person. After my rebirth, do you still want to treat me like this?
Then I was reborn in vain? The barefoot ones are afraid of you who wear shoes. It's just a life!

He immediately opened the microphone passionately and said: "Who are you talking about, you white pig?
Looking at your fat head and big ears, your body full of fat, and your face like a pig, people who know you are a human being, but those who don’t know you would think you are an old sow that ran away from someone’s house!
I think you should stop being a policeman and go to a breeding farm for breeding!

Give birth to a litter of white piglets, and live a happy life with your family!"

The white policeman was stunned, his face flushed, and he pointed at Cohen tremblingly: "You, you..."

Before he could say anything, the black policeman rushed over and grabbed his collar: "You yellow monkey, how dare you curse?"

"Humph!"

Cohen turned his head away with contempt and said, "Go home and eat watermelon, nigger!
I'm talking to your master!"

"Fuck it..."

The consequence of the momentary pleasure of opening the microphone was that he was beaten up and then thrown here.

When the police said the words "Hell's Kitchen", he thought he had heard it wrong.

But when he stood up and saw the flashy Stark Industries building from afar, he was stunned.

Damn it, Marvel world!
Who let me travel through time!
I tolerated having no money and no place to live, I tolerated becoming an illegal resident, I tolerated being beaten by the police, but the Marvel world?
Why don't you just kill me? How much effort would that take?

After being stunned for a while, he suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, looked towards the east, and muttered something.

"...Master, Master Ancient One, we are half-fellow villagers, can you please send me back to my original world?

Your world is really hard to survive in...

Ancient One, please make a sound, my spirit in heaven!"

There was a moment of silence, and the portal he was expecting did not appear.

Frustrated.

Tired.

Enduring the pain in his chest, he walked to the corner of the alley, smelled the stench coming from the trash can, and sat down.

I touched my ribs and felt a sharp pain. Maybe one or two were broken.

Leaning against the wall, he looked up to the sky and sighed.

Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that I won’t be able to wait until the day when I can take revenge on the two black policemen.

Just as he was planning to endure the hunger for a few days and then find a chemical waste or nuclear waste pool to jump into if there was no other choice, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[The God of Punishment system has been loaded. 】

Here it comes, system!
He checked the system with excitement.

[Name: Cohen Wang.

Age: 22 years old.

Bloodline: Human.

Condition: Minor injuries, fractured right 7th rib, fractured left 11th rib, slight bleeding in lungs.

Strength: 5 (average for normal people: 5)

Speed: 5 (average for average people: 5)

Defense: 5 (average for normal people: 5)

Constitution: 5 (average value for ordinary people: 5)

Spirit: 8 (average for ordinary people: 5)

Technology: None

Ability: None
Items: None
Instance: Unlocked.

Alternate Universe: Unlocked.

Iron-level prey: 0/1]

[Ding, the host status is detected, and the initial privilege is granted (only once).

Initial privileges: mission package upgrade, double rewards. 】

A gleam of light flashed in Cohen's eyes. The system is here, and there is hope for revenge!
The world view of this book is mainly based on movies, supplemented by TV series and comics. If there is any conflict, the author has the final right of interpretation, haha.

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