Marvel's Cultivator

The Punisher, Frank Custer, is one of the most notorious superheroes. Although many people are reluctant to regard him as a superhero because of his brutal past, he is compared to other notorious superheroes. A villain, but he can also be said to be a hero.

"Jimmy Wu? And this...are you new here?" Frank threw the machine gun aside, walked up and looked at the two of them and asked, Saul's strange outfit made him For a moment, he thought it was a new vigilante.

"The Punisher is a good man." Jimmy Wu turned to introduce to Saul in a low voice. Although he was not very willing to admit it, no one killed by the Punisher was innocent, but sometimes his methods seemed a bit suspicious. Too extreme.

"Well, I can see that he is an excellent warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles." Thor took off his bucket helmet and nodded slightly. He could feel the thick murderous aura surrounding the Punisher. That is a real warrior. Only then can you have it. As he spoke, he reached out and untied the felt cloth tied around his neck.

"I heard you. Thank you for your compliment. Don't you have anything to say?" Frank said with a serious face, scanning the messy environment left and right, and then turned to look at Jimmy Wu.

Jimmy Wu looked directly into the Punisher's eyes, swallowed, mustered up the courage to step forward and stretched out his hand: "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Punisher, how did you know I was here?"

"Thank you from the FBI, that's strange. I'm more familiar with the second half of your sentence." Frank joked, and the latter could only smile awkwardly after hearing this.

"But you don't need to know. You should be glad that I arrived in time, otherwise you would have to wait for your colleagues to collect the body for you. Of course, you don't need to thank you. We have a little bit of cooperation." Frank said casually and mocked In terms of official efficiency, although this is indeed true, the last sentence has some inexplicable meaning.

"Cooperation? Me?" Jimmy Wu was a little confused after hearing this.

"No, it's the FBI."

Frank said eloquently, then turned to look at Sol who was standing aside. His eyes kept looking up and down for a long time, and then asked: "Then what is this person's name?"

"Thor, Thor Odinson, God of Thunder and Power." Thor said proudly.

"Well, what he said may be a little complicated." Jimmy Wu hurriedly smoothed things over for Saul. He didn't take such words seriously, but for a punisher, it was a bit too bold.

Frank didn't comment on Jimmy Wu's words. He just looked at Saul for a while and frowned.

"Thor Odinson, um... this has nothing to do with me, I'm leaving." He sighed, picked up the machine gun, turned around and walked into the alley aside, and then there was the sound of a motorcycle engine. A black Harley rushed out of the alley and drove into the distance.

After a while, a long-awaited police siren sounded from the other side of the street...

At the end of the street, several police cars drove up to clear the way, followed by dark FBI field special vehicles. As soon as the vehicles stopped, the police came to the outside in a tacit understanding and set up a cordon. The FBI jumped out of the car with a gun in his hand. At a glance, he saw two people standing in front of a pile of broken glass.

"Wu, are you okay? Where is the weird Japanese ninja you mentioned?" The FBI seemed to be relieved, put away the gun, stepped forward and asked strangely, as if to say that since it is not that urgent, don't report blindly.

Jimmy Wu explained helplessly: "Sir, you are late. Some kind-hearted people passing by have already killed them."

"Ah, it's those guys again, who is it this time? Daredevil, Luke Cage, or something else, damn, there are so many of these guys, I can't even remember them." The officer was a little annoyed. He patted his head, obviously not having a good impression of these so-called vigilantes.

"Well...it's the Punisher." Jimmy Wu hesitated and said.

When the officer heard that it was the Punisher, his eyes widened a bit. He looked at Jimmy Wu in surprise and asked, "Oh my God, are you okay? You unexpectedly encountered such a Satan-like thing."

"He wouldn't kill a good person like me." Jimmy Wu said with some disapproval. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Punisher, he was saved by others.

"Wu, you don't know that every time he commits a crime, no one survives. Even the most violent gang fires don't kill as many people as he does. You will know when you see more, alas, you actually used up energy to survive. It’s really God’s blessing.” The officer sighed after giving Jimmy Wu a lecture.

As he rambled on, he looked at Thor on the side, looked around and nodded, "Is he the person who called himself Thor on the phone? Let's make a note first. The identity investigation will have to wait." Wait, the computers in the bureau are infected with viruses again. How many times have I told you not to mess with those weird websites during work hours? Alas!"

Boom boom boom... In a remote old house in the south of San Francisco, Frank drove the car into the garage. As soon as he turned off the engine and took out the key, he returned to the living room when the phone on his waist suddenly vibrated. He took it out and took a look. screen, and casually left the phone to dry on the coffee table.

He came to the refrigerator and took out a can of beer, opened it with one hand, took a sip, sat on the shabby sofa, glanced at the still vibrating cell phone on the coffee table, reached out and picked up his finger to answer the call.

"Mr. Frank, how are you? Have you identified the target?" A processed voice came from the phone. Frank frowned. Although the voice was processed, when he heard it, he couldn't help but think of the one-eyed man with a dark head. Ghost always has a commanding tone.

"He's very good. Where is the information I want? Don't tell me that I have to wait until your people go up to confirm before giving it to me." Frank said in a deep voice. Although he was just a little unhappy, it always sounded demanding to ordinary people. The feeling of killing.

"Hoho, don't be like this. Frank, the information has been sent to you. Isn't it a pleasure for us to cooperate?" Nick Fury said with a smile on the other end of the phone. There was a piece of information about Thor on the table. document.

"This is just a transaction, not a cooperation. I won't work for anyone, including you. I only do what I want." Frank knew what Nick Fury was thinking, but he still interrupted the other person's thoughts coldly.

"I remember I haven't invited you yet." Nick Fury said and glanced at the information on the computer.

"Just to dispel some people's unnecessary fantasies." Frank sneered. If it was his past self, maybe, but all this has already happened.

"Haha, then just pray that you don't get caught by me."

Nick Fury smiled, then hung up the phone, reached out and pressed the phone on the table and commanded into the phone: "Stop Hawkeye and ask Agent Coulson to come find me."

After speaking, he walked to the big armchair in the office and sat down relaxedly on the back of the chair, crossing his legs and turning the seat left and right. In fact, he didn't really want to trouble Coulson, but there was really no way. SHIELD had a lot of manpower. Not enough, Hill went to work on the space carrier, Natasha went to be Stark's secretary, and only Hawkeye and Coulson were left.

This time the alien visitors were involved in a diplomatic incident, which was not Hawkeye's strength at all. As an excellent negotiator, Coulson could only choose him.