The strongest in the United States

The next day, night fell.

On the bustling Charles Cross Street, there are a lot of luxury cars in the parking lot. Wang Zang is wearing a slightly tight black uniform, sitting in a Range Rover, yawning boredly, like a man taking a nap in the car and waiting. The boss's driver.

Karayev is just the latest thug recruited by the Russian gang. There is not much useful information that can be obtained from him. He does not even know the specific address of the gang leader. Wang Zang has never been in the habit of waiting for trouble to come to his door. He plans to use The simplest and most direct way to completely solve the problem from the root.

But before taking action, he still needs to find out the basic strength of the Russian gang. Although mechanical transformation people like Ivan have certain flaws, their advantages are also obvious. As long as they spend some money, they can easily form a group of powerful ones. Combat power, if there are more than ten opponents like that, even Wang Zang will find it very troublesome.

As the night fell, the stores on the cross street gradually began to close. At this time, the people who came out were all high-profile people, and naturally there were dedicated drivers to drive around.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a beautiful moustache and dark eyes, who looked like a man who had been drinking and drinking all year round, walked out of a bar arrogantly, accompanied by two Russian girls with bulging fronts and backs, and cheap clothes. He came out, his face flushed with alcohol, he smiled and greeted the guests around him, and he looked quite distinguished.

The black Range Rover slowly stopped at the door. Several gang members who were guarding the door opened the door diligently. The mustache casually stuffed a few bills into the car and took the two hot beauties into the car without looking at the people in the front seat. Who is this person? He stuffed his face into his towering chest and said with a lewd smile, "Hiccup, go home, you two little bitches, wait until you are torn to pieces by wild beasts tonight, hiccup?"

Amidst the moustache's obscene words and the unbridled laughter of the car, the black Land Rover moved forward slowly, then silently turned into a dark alley on a long silent street and slid to the side.

"Reached"

The mustache looked out the dark car window with drunken eyes. Although he had indulged in wine and sex for many years, he still accumulated some vigilance from the underworld fighting. He subconsciously sensed something was wrong and instinctively pushed the beauty in his arms forward. At the same time, he held his hand He had already grabbed the handle of the gun in his arms, and without caring about the beauty who was so affectionate just a second ago, he raised his hand and was about to shoot at the driver's seat.

But just when he pulled the trigger, a finger got stuck behind the trigger, and then his wrist hurt. Then his favorite Scorpion hand-held submachine gun was already out of hand.

The two beauties who had just reacted opened their mouths and were about to scream, but before their voices came out of their mouths, Wang Zang's fingers were already pointing at their necks, and their plump white bodies went limp.

The mustache’s name was Yakov, the person in charge of the Russian gang’s secret prostitution business on Charles Cross Street. He swallowed in shock and ignored the pain in his wrist. He tremblingly said to the dark figure in the car, “Hi, friend. You give me a price for whatever money you want.”

The pervert Yakov is also a well-known figure in the New York underworld, but at this moment he is pleading quickly, no matter what, he should stabilize the other party first. If he just wants money, it will be too simple, as long as he can go back intact. , no matter how much money this daring bastard swallowed him, he could make him spit it out, plus the bastard's life.

Then, a cold but slow voice sounded in the dark carriage, "I ask, you answer."

Yakov immediately shut his mouth. The kidnapper who asked for money was the best to deal with. But the kidnapper didn't want money, and it happened to be in such a damn month. That meant that he was in big trouble. He secretly cried out in his heart that he was unlucky. Yakov's throat rolled up and down, and he said cautiously, "You asked."

"Where did Leonid live?"

"I don't know this, stop, stop."

Before Yakov could finish his words, a shrill scream came out of his mouth. Wang Zang slowly broke his middle finger back, almost to a right angle. The pain of breaking his finger immediately made Yakov He gasped one after another and spoke quickly.

"I really don't know, really, really, I will never lie to you. This month is the King's Reception held every three years in New York. Boss Leonid's residence is a top secret of the gang. He will not tell us, no matter what happens. Whatever happens, we have to wait until this month is over before we talk about it.”

Wang Zang's eyes were shining in the darkness, and he asked slowly, "In such a tense time, would your big boss live alone? There will always be some clues within the gang when it comes to mobilizing manpower. Well, we have a lot of time." , if you can’t remember it now, I can help you.”

As Wang Zang's palm gradually tightened, Yakov gasped in pain, his eyes turned white, and he couldn't even scream.

However, just when Wang Zang was about to slowly help Yakov reminisce, a sudden sense of crisis made the hairs on his body stand up, and he subconsciously lowered his head and lay down, and a terrifying roar passed through the back of his head. , the bullet penetrated the glass, roared from where his head was originally, and then penetrated through the Land Rover's front windshield.

Wang Zang squeezed Yakov until he was stunned, turned over and rushed out of the carriage with this mustache, stood up, and quickly entered a fighting posture.

Then he saw the sneak attacker walking slowly towards him.

He has a burly figure, not the kind that looks intimidating and is made of protein powder, but a strong one with every muscle used for fighting and killing. He is wearing a black special combat uniform, the most eye-catching thing is the chest. There is a white skull in front of him, with a large-caliber semi-automatic rifle on his back, two pistols hanging on his waist, a grenade saber hanging on his tactical belt, daggers stuck on both sides of his knees, and no one knows how many weapons are installed on his body.

If Wang Zang knew more about the Marvel world, he should be able to recognize the identity of this man from this iconic skull.

The Punisher is a famous villain in the Marvel world. He was once a soldier and an instructor of special forces. He completed countless dangerous missions during his service. However, his wife and son died in the revenge of the gang. In the end, when the killer When the executioner who killed his wife and children was released with a suspended sentence in court and waved proudly to reporters, the soldier who was loyal to the country died, and the man who remained was just like his name, the punisher, a man who lived to judge crimes. .

However, there is no if in the world. Wang Zang obviously didn't know the identity of this man. He narrowed his eyes. Even without the weapons all over his body, just judging from the cold aura emanating from this guy, this man was a ruthless character. .

"Give him to me."

The Punisher said calmly, his cold voice was like a machine.

"He" Wang Zang pointed to Yavka on the ground and said slowly, "I want to get it myself."

This is a good opponent. An excited smile appeared on Wang Zang's face. The moment he finished speaking, the man who was a head taller than him rushed towards him like a monster.

so fast

Wang Zang's pupils narrowed.

"boom"

A fierce straight punch, nothing fancy. Wang Zang closed his hands to block it. His body flew out as if he was hit head-on by a train, and his back was slammed into the back of the black Land Rover.

"Peng"

There was a muffled sound, and even though it was as strong as a Land Rover, the rear of the car was dented, the glass shattered, and the car lights flashed wildly, making a piercing siren, but Wang Zang shook his painful arms, as if the person who was hit was not someone at all. Like himself, he got out of the car with a warm smile and muttered slowly, "This guy has so much strength."

The Punisher's pupils shrank. This punch seemed very powerful, but he knew that it caused almost no damage to the man. When his fists touched, he barely felt any resistance. The opponent took advantage of the force and fell back. More than 90.00% of its destructive power was hit on that Land Rover.

The Punisher believed that he could never achieve the extremely advanced fighting skills. Of course, his fighting style was not such a sophisticated one. Once in contact, both of them found out that the other party was not an ordinary character.

"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise anyone who blocks my execution of justice will be eliminated."

The low voice, with almost no emotion, sounded very intimidating in the darkness.

"I won't tell you until you beat me"

Wang Zang was delighted to see Hunter Xin, and grinned excitedly. This world is so wonderful, and he could meet such an interesting opponent so quickly. He moved his arms, tapped his toes, and headed straight towards the Punisher. He rushed forward, his steps changing rapidly, and Wang Zang's body moved like a burning flame, which made people feel slightly illusory visually. It was exactly the move he used against Ivan before.

A master's attack would miss him by a thousand miles. When he saw Wang Zang's slightly illusory figure, the Punisher frowned slightly and lowered his center of gravity slightly. His hands went on the defensive one after another, and his forearms were like shields, blocking Wang Zang's attack. Left fist, but Wang Zang's right fist flew out at the next moment, hitting Punisher's abdomen, causing him to stagger back two steps. The moment Punisher punched out with his back fist, Wang Zang swept his left leg and swept it again. The guy's waist pushed him back two steps again.

Wang Zang's body shape changed from left to right, as agile as a bird shining in the sky, flashing quickly around the punisher, his fists and feet constantly hitting the target, making a dull sound of "Peng Peng Peng".

The Punisher, who seemed to be passively caught in Wang Zang's offensive, seemed to be completely at a disadvantage, but the excited smile on Wang Zang's face became brighter. This man was a rare and powerful enemy. His forearms were like shields, standing in front of him. Block the attack, charge up your back arm, stick it to your waist, and wait for the opportunity.

He had seen a similar fighting method in his previous life, a very difficult guy in the army. This fighting method was not entertaining at all, but it was simple and practical. Any negligence would be taken by the opponent, and then he would be fatal with one move. counterattack.

There was also something wrong with this man's combat uniform. When he punched his fist, the dull sound felt like it was hitting thick cowhide, offsetting at least one-third of the force.

But even so, under this combat uniform, he is a terrifyingly strong guy with a body made of steel.

At this moment, the Punisher suddenly launched a counterattack. His blocking forearm suddenly turned into a cross block, and he pinched Wang Zang's wrist. With a low cry, he threw him over the shoulder like a textbook, although the move was old. It was not a condom, but it was effective enough to throw Wang Zangfei, who weighed 160 kilograms, over his shoulder and hit him heavily on the hard concrete ground.

Wang Zang quickly rolled to the side and avoided the Punisher's follow-up kick that went straight to the throat. His military boots were stuck on the ground, and pieces of the concrete ground popped out, which showed how terrifying the power of this blow was.

Wang Zang stood up, stretched his back that was a little sore from the fall, and then took off the tattered black sweater on his body, with a completely excited smile on his face.

Such an opponent is great

All the blood in Wang Zang's body burned with excitement.