Djinn starting from Marvel

While he was praying, Frank suddenly felt the wind behind his ears. He lowered his head and rolled over one after another. A short stick passed in front of his eyes, and a long thick rope was connected to the back of the short stick.

At this moment, the thick rope suddenly tightened, and the short stick turned around. Frank kicked the short stick aside with a side kick, and then turned around.

boom!

The bullet came out of the barrel and grazed the attacker's body.

Daredevil?

Frank turned around and recognized the appearance of the attacker. The costumes of these so-called superheroes were always so special that people could identify them at a glance.

"Why put a bomb!" Daredevil asked Frank loudly with an angry face.

Neuropathy...

Frank cursed in his mind, he had made a sneak attack, got the whole thing first, and then just returned it? Do you think this is some third-rate TV series? Do you not need to take up time when questioning and defending?

Frank only knows that if he attacks, he is the enemy! I’ll ask again if I knock it down beforehand!

The sound of bullets coming out of the barrel interrupted Daredevil's inquiry. Frank, who had taken back the initiative, began to fire continuously. Daredevil was hit by two pistols and was left weak and unable to resist. He could only rely on his extraordinary perception to dodge. Enter the alley next to it.

Listening to the gunfire in his ears, Matt counted the number of bullets in Frank's pistol.

It's now!

Matt, who had been hiding for half a minute, suddenly rushed out, and the two sticks in his hands flew out and hit Frank.

I bet you have no bullets in your gun!

Bang bang bang.

Obviously, Matt lost the bet, and the stick he threw was bounced in the air by bullets, and the scene was a little quiet for a while.

"Oh, this is not a heroic game, or in other words, the game is over." Frank held the third pistol, moved the muzzle downward, and aimed it at Matt's thigh, preparing to teach him an unforgettable lesson.

Swish!

A black shadow flashed past, hitting Frank's wrist, and the firearm in his hand was directly knocked away, followed by the elusive stick shadow that shot the pistol into pieces in the air from all angles.

"This is indeed not a heroic game, but the game is not over yet." When Gunsou spoke, the attack in his hand did not stop. With his apprentice's experience, he knew very well that this person in front of him was not the ordinary little guy he encountered. Gangster, and he probably knew who it was.

Bang bang, Frank, who was caught off guard, could only use his arms to block the blows of the long stick. He had no idea when the stickman appeared next to him.

Soon, Frank's body was bruised one after another. In the process, Frank also thought about taking out his spare firearm to fight back, but the gunman was approached by the martial arts master. He couldn't fight back at any time. It’s up to you.

Although Frank is very aggrieved now, the danger is not very dangerous. The stickman's attacks basically fall on the fleshy parts of Frank's body, because the stickman also knows that if Frank really wants to kill Daredevil, those three bullets are not A hit on a short stick will instead hit the reckless Matt directly.

This can't go on!

Frank felt the pain gradually increasing in his body and made a decision in his mind. He now judged the target of the attack more and more times, but it was still far from the stickman's stormy attacks.

As a result, Frank gave up his defense and launched a counterattack. His long fist suddenly swung out when the long stick fell on him.

"The speed is good, but the technique is terrible."

The stickman commented lightly, flicked the long stick, and hit Frank on the arm.

Frank rolled to the side, his left hand already touching his arms.

"Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the stick is fast!"

The stickman's long stick came first and hit Frank's chest. The pistol he just took out was also knocked to the ground.

Frank was pinned to the ground by the stick in a strange posture, thinking about how to escape.

After a few seconds, Gunsou suddenly took back his long stick and took two steps back, "Are you looking for the dragon bone?"

Frank looked up at the thin but powerful old man. He didn't understand how the Tire people were asking for information, so how could everyone know the same thing?

"Get up, those Hand ninjas are coming soon." Gunsou said immediately, "As for Dragon Bone, if you want to know anything, just follow me."

Under the leadership of Gunsou, Frank came to a secret base, which was located underground in Hell's Kitchen. The place was a little messy, but it was secret enough.

"Sit down, Mr. Punisher." Stickman said straight to the point.

Frank sat down on the chair. Matt took out a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet and placed it in front of him. Then he walked away without turning his head. He had a very bad impression of Frank. He didn't make an attack just because the teacher was there. .

Frank didn't care much when he heard the stick man reveal his identity. He just used safflower oil to rub away the bruises on his body.

"Before communicating, I want to ask you a question, what are you doing with the dragon bone?" Stickman leaned against the table and asked, the long stick in his hand pressed against the ground, functioning like a blind stick.

"I need him." Frank paused and replied.

These words were beyond Gunsou's expectation.

"You need it?"

"Yes."

"How old are you now?"

"?"

Frank doesn't understand, does age have anything to do with keel?

"Are you afraid of death?" Gunsou then asked, his ears carefully listening to Frank's heartbeat. This was an alternative method of lie detection that was generally effective.

"What do you mean? Is this related?" Frank asked back with a puzzled face.

"What do you think is the greatest use of the keel?"

"what?"

"Prolong life."

“Prolong life?!”

Frank was really surprised now. He remembered that one of the key words given by the Djinn in the information about the dragon bone fossil was curse. Can this thing be used to extend life? ! Are you sure you didn't ascend to heaven early?

Gunsou frowned slightly. Frank seemed to really not know that dragon bones were used to prolong life. So why was he looking for this thing?

"Of course, dragon bones can bring people back to life and extend their lifespan when the end of life is approaching. This is why the people of the Hand are pursuing so hard. They don't have many dragon bones in their hands. If they want to continue to live, they must find more dragon bones. ." Gunsou explained.

"Where are the other keels? In Hell's Kitchen?" Frank asked, staring at Stickman closely.

Gunsou looked at Frank deeply and said, "I don't know."

Do not know, or do not want to say?

Frank couldn't tell Gunsou's true thoughts for the moment, "Are you also planning to prolong your life?"

"No, I just want to blow the brains out of those guys one by one." Stickman said coldly. The people he mentioned were the leaders of the Hand.

After hearing this, Matt sighed inwardly. He is the kind of person who will not kill if he can, and advocates legal sanctions, but his master is a bit like Frank, who is the kind of person who fights violence with violence and eliminates evil. .

"Really? So, what do you want me to do?" Frank smiled lightly and continued to ask without going into details.

"I don't need you, I just want to tell you that what you killed today were just the lowest level members of the Hand. They do not represent the real power of the Hand." As the stickman spoke, he picked up the long stick in his hand and opened the gate of the secret base. Open.

Frank shrugged. Everyone was seeing off their guests, so he just did as he pleased.

"If you plan to find me, you can come here again." Before the door closed, the stickman's voice reached Frank's ears from inside.

After Frank walked away, Stickman turned his head to Matt, and they were about to change the location of the base.

Once a secret base is known, it is no longer secret.

After the two left, only the surveillance system was left in the room swinging left and right.