I'm poaching in the comics

Hell's Kitchen, New York, an abandoned, unmanned factory.

Zhou Shun carried two bottles of beer and wandered to an open area covered with grass. He looked at Zhang Zixiu who was practicing target practice and Frank the Punisher who was teaching on the side and shouted:

"Hey, take a break."

Zhang Zixiu had bad ears and didn't hear anything. He was still focused on shooting.

Frank, on the other hand, glanced at Zhou Shun and the beer in his hand, ignored him and continued to teach Zhang Zixiu how to shoot.

Zhou Shun: ...emmmmm, I was ignored.

So he stepped hard on the ground with one foot - only to hear a thunderous resonance, with his foot as the center, cracks appeared in the surrounding land.

Since his meeting and conversation with Kingpin, his power has increased even more.

Zhou Shun also gradually realized that if he had an influence on the key characters in the plot, it would help him develop his own abilities.

And with his inhuman kick, the two people who were concentrating on training immediately cast shocked looks.

"Brother Zhou Shun, you're here!" A smile appeared on Zhang Zixiu's cold and handsome face with some murderous intent, and he ran to Zhou Shun's side to greet him.

Frank, on the other hand, stared at the cracks on the ground, recalling the shocking kick just now in his mind, unable to calm down for a long time.

"If he had fought back... I might have died if he punched me." Frank recalled that he even launched a probing attack on Zhou Shun in that lustful room that day. Thinking about it now, he felt that he was simply seeking death.

This power is too strong. He is indeed the king of the sea. He is so powerful on land, but isn't it even more terrifying in the sea?Frank took a deep breath, worried in his heart, but on the surface he still kept a straight face, and even pretended to be calm and complained about the wine he brought next week:

"You are still holding this kind of wine. It seems that your taste is not very good."

Zhou Shun said with a smile: "That's it, Asiu and I will drink together."

"I'm not of legal drinking age yet." Zhang Zixiu shook his head.

Zhang Zixiu is in Yihongyuan in Hell's Kitchen, but he is at odds with pornography, gambling and drugs.

He usually doesn’t use swear words, obeys traffic rules very well, and even retains the habit of being silent when eating and sleeping.

He can be called a good student.

Apart from killing without blinking an eye, he is a completely good citizen who abides by the law.

"You kid..." Zhou Shun was speechless. Ever since he got to know some of Zhang Zixiu's little habits, it was difficult to connect his disciplinary inspection style with the last-hitting monster he encountered that night.

"I've always been a Thunder Bourbon drinker." Frank said calmly: "You are such a busy man, is this your first time here in a long time?"

Ever since Zhou Shun met Frank that night, Zhang Zixiu often followed the Punisher to practice killing skills.

This made Zhou Shun involuntarily think of Big Daddy and Super Killer...

"I'm here to give you what you want." Zhou Shun put a smile on his face:

"The big bosses of the Irish Gang have a meeting recently. You can take revenge, Frank."

Irishman……

When Frank heard this term, veins popped out on his calm and cold face.

One of the culprits who killed his family was an Irish gang.

Frank gritted his teeth and said, "Finally, these bastards..."

"I will keep my promise, Neptune." Frank added: "When my revenge is over, I will work with you to fight against the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen."

"And me." Zhang Zixiu quickly raised his hand to signal.

He was full of hatred for the gang because of Sister Wen's incident.

"It won't be long." Zhou Shun said calmly: "Soon the dark clouds in Hell's Kitchen will dissipate."

He has now established cooperation with Kingpin and is fully aware of the movements of other gangsters.

For example, the information about the Irish this time was provided by Kingpin.

Kingpin had his own eyes on other gangs. He originally planned to use capital and means to gradually erode the power of these gangs.

But now with the cooperation with Zhou Shun, he can kill people with a borrowed knife and integrate the power of New York's underground gang faster.

……

The Irish have the Punisher to deal with.

But the manpower on his side was far from enough, so Zhou Shun decided to recruit more helpers as soon as possible.

Bullseye Jim, whom he longs for, is still working at the FBI.

Jessica Jones is probably still doing rbq under the control of Purple Man,

It’s not clear when Luke Cage, the black hero with the indestructible body, appears.

He didn't pay much attention to black guys before...

But for Zhou Shun, he doesn't care much about Luke Cage, a meaty tank. He can save his life, but his power is too small.

Zhou Shun likes those who are aggressive and lethal.

Punisher and Bullseye are the most suitable.

"I have to go see my Bullseye brother..."

Jin Bing arranged someone in the official system, and after Zhou Shun cooperated with him, he easily found where Jie Benming was.

……

Jebenming has been having a hard time lately.

Ever since that day when he volunteered to inspect the scene of the horrific murder caused by Batman, his colleagues in the entire team seemed to be ostracizing him.

He didn't understand why.

He clearly just did what the police should do, and even helped them, so why did he still face all this hostility?

When Jie Benming walks on the road, his colleagues will take detours, as if they have seen the devil, disgusted and afraid.

He went to find the chief and wanted to ask why,

But just outside the door, he heard the conversation between his immediate boss and others.

"Oh, you know, my boy named Jie Benming is really a pervert. You know about the Russian gang case, right? Dozens of corpses all had their heads exploded, and their brains and blood flowed all over the floor. I heard that the staff who collected the corpses Vomited them all.”

"But do you know that boy Jie Benming? No one else was willing to check, but he took the initiative to go there. He was so calm and calm as he rummaged through the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood, with an inexplicable smile on his face?!"

"Huge gift crab! This kid is probably the devil incarnate. If he doesn't become a police officer, he will have to become a murderer!"

Jie Benming stood outside the door, listening to all this, his face began to look ferocious, and he knew that he was going to be sick again.

So he staggered and ran downstairs, holding on to the wall. He found a deserted place and banged the wall hard, as countless voices seemed to appear in his mind.

"This society is unfair."

"No one can understand you."

"They are right, there is no need to suppress yourself, you are a devil."

"Face your true nature, Jie Benming, and accept yourself."

"Ah!" Facing the mixed voices in his heart and recalling the treatment he had received since childhood, Jie Benming let out an angry roar.

He has not been an ordinary person since he was a child.

He is proficient in throwing, and no matter what comes into his hands, he can almost 100% focus on the target.

He also has some severe mental illness and potential antisocial personality.

In order to better treat himself, be a good person, and be a normal person, Jebenming followed the advice of his attending doctor and worked hard to live a very regular and orderly life.

So he got up early and went to bed early, dressed meticulously, went for exercise every morning, and kept his home clean and symmetrical.

And he entered the FBI, a very disciplined place, to work in order to alleviate his condition.

When running every morning, he would follow a girl, not for peeping or for other reasons, but just because following her would make him feel more regular and at ease in his life.

As time went by, Jie Benming felt that he was already a normal person.

He works in the FBI and is committed to arresting evil and maintaining fairness.

He wants to be a good person and a hero.

But... why does he want to be hated by everyone like he was when he was a child?

In this deserted, dark and damp street in New York, Jebenming stared blankly at the pitted black wall in front of him, his heart filled with violence and grief.

It's still daytime obviously,

How could it be like falling into the deep sea?