Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Langone Medical Center, New York.

"Sir, this is the intensive care unit. You can't go in." Although I knew that these people in front of me were not good people when I saw the appearance of Anthony and his group, the doctor in charge of this area of ​​the hospital was very responsible and stopped Anthony and others. Come down.

"Then let's see if we can go in like this." Without Anthony's instructions, an angry gang elite who knew that his boss was extremely unhappy took the initiative to take out a gun and put it to the doctor's chin and threatened him in a cold voice.

"Sir," feeling the cold touch from his chin and the murderous aura in the other person's eyes and body, the doctor swallowed involuntarily before speaking with difficulty: "Don't mess around, this is a hospital, and this is It’s a legal society.”

"If the legal society doesn't care about this, do you think you can still stand up now?" Gin glanced at these people with a look of death, sneered, and took the lead to hit them directly. Open to clear the way for Anthony.

"How are you doing?" Anthony couldn't help but ask as he walked to the door and looked at the several Nu Gang cadres and the bodyguards of Vanke and his son who had arrived early to guard the door.

"Mr. Anton Vanke has woken up. Although he is still relatively weak, according to the doctor, he has basically passed the critical period. However, the situation with Mr. Ivan Vanke is not good," one of the cadres of the Nu Gang replied .

"Well," Anthony couldn't help but nodded after hearing this, and continued to ask: "Do you know who did it?"

"Sorry boss," several people looked at each other, and then showed ashamed expressions at the same time: "They are all new faces, and the weapons used are not on the market, so"

Anthony didn't blame him when he heard this. After all, daring to target an arms dealer with a name in the military was definitely not something that ordinary forces could do. It was reasonable that they couldn't find out in such a short period of time.

"Fashion, I will leave it to you to deal with Ivan Vanke. We must save his life. I'll go see Mr. Anton Vanke first. I'll be with you in a moment." Anthony gave the order, and then he Under the guidance, he walked towards Anton Vanke's ward.

"Boss," seeing Anthony come in, a member of the Nu Gang who was guarding here quickly stood up and said hello.

"How's the situation?" Anthony nodded and then turned his eyes to Anton Vanke, who was pale on the hospital bed.

The subordinate responded quickly: "Boss, I am out of danger and just fell asleep."

"Well," Anthony nodded: "Then I'll come back later."

Just when Anthony ordered to stay on guard and was about to leave, Anton Vanke suddenly woke up and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Anthony, thank you for coming."

"How do you feel?" Anthony asked leaning against his bed.

"I can't die," Anton Vanke twitched the corner of his mouth and said hoarsely: "Decades of working life in Siberia have not killed me. How could a mere bomb kill me?"

"As long as nothing happens," Anthony smiled: "Take good care of your health. If you need anything, you can tell Billy."

"By the way, how is my son?" Anton Vanke said nervously: "I asked them, but they didn't tell me if he was gone."

"Don't worry, he is also in this hospital and is being treated," Anthony said with a smile: "With DR Fashion there watching over him, there will definitely be no accidents."

"Then please," Anton Vanke looked at Anthony deeply, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Fashion, how are you?" Anthony, who came to Ivan Vanke, asked dr Fashion.

"The situation is indeed not very optimistic," Dr. Fashion said with a serious face: "The injuries on his body are secondary. The key is that the person who attacked him also used a special toxin, so it is quite difficult to deal with. I'm afraid he must be taken to In our laboratory, we can completely cure him with the help of relevant equipment."

"Then what are you waiting for? Take him away. Judging from his appearance, I'm afraid he won't last long," Anthony ordered.

"Sir, you can't take this patient away," the doctor in charge of attending to him couldn't help but interjected: "Your patient's current condition can no longer bear the slightest bump."

"Can leaving him here cure him?" Anthony asked coldly.

The doctor was silent for a moment after hearing this, and couldn't help but said in a solemn voice: "I'm sorry."

"Then get out of here, what nonsense are you talking about?" Anthony's face changed instantly.

Anthony was dealing with matters related to Vanke and his son at the hospital, while on the other side, the Punisher's figure was once again targeted by Dick and the others.

"Is this the Punisher?" Bullseye looked at the figure in the surveillance screen who used a cold weapon to separate the opponent's throat and chuckled: "It looks pretty ordinary."

"Don't be careless, there are countless New York gangsters who have fallen into his hands." Dick said seriously.

"That's because he didn't touch me, he didn't touch my bullseye."

Bullseye took the lead on a speeding motorcycle and rushed to the scene of the incident, while Punisher also quickly eliminated his opponent and was ready to move again in case he was blocked by gangsters.

The sound of gunshots was endless. After being discovered, the Punisher abandoned his knife and used a gun. High-power modified bullets continued to spray out from the Punisher's gun. He fired at the gang members and killed them. Their bodies were beaten to pieces one by one.

Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, and limbs were flying everywhere. The hell-like scene made it clear why this type of bullet was banned by international conventions.

"Devil Devil" faced such a crushing level of invincible opponent and faced such a hellish scene. Finally, some gangsters with poor psychological tolerance couldn't bear it anymore. They threw away their weapons, rolled around, and screamed crazily, preparing to escape from the place.

Faced with such a fearful person, an ordinary superhero would probably just leave it alone. But it is a pity that they are facing the Punisher. He is a person who never knows what mercy is. Sending these damned people to hell is his code of conduct.

Then there were a few more gunshots, and the heads of the gang members who were about to escape were shot one after another. Blood, broken bones, and brains flew away, becoming the dead souls of his guns.

After checking the time, the Punisher prepared to move again. Just when he finished processing and got on the motorcycle to step on the accelerator, a sudden sense of crisis made his hair stand on end, so he jumped and rolled away from the place.

A violent explosion sound came from behind him, followed closely by rolling heat waves, flames and the remains of his motorcycle.

The Punisher, who was behind a bunker, looked at the scene in front of him with a solemn expression. Somehow, he suddenly had a premonition that the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered was about to appear.

Bang bang, crisp applause sounded from the direction it came from, and a joking voice came right after: "You hid beautifully, I can give you full marks for that action just now."

"Who are you?" The Punisher said solemnly, looking at the man who was walking out of the shadows.

"The one who sends you to hell"

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