Marvel's Antiheroes

There are a lot of gangs in Brooklyn

The former Duke felt a deep hatred for these numerous gangs.

But after the hunt, Duke felt a little satisfied, even a little happy, because of the abundance of prey.

Mexican gang, Irish gang, Brazilian gang, Italian gang, Russian gang, Japanese gang

Skins of all colors, gangs from all countries.

It's like Xia Guo Cuisine, which has eight major and dozens of small dishes, allowing Duke to pick and choose the same dish for a month.

It's just a hardship for the elites in each gang, who have to be on duty at various commanding heights or critical points every night.

Duke, on the other hand, happily hunted at night and continued to come to the police station during the day to work as a receptionist in the records office.

Although he was no longer tortured by the searing heat in his soul, he no longer wanted to return to patrol duty.

For him, the daytime is more like resting, and the night is working time.

The work in the Archives Office was both relaxing and accessible to more information, which made him very satisfied.

However, a piece of news in the newspaper that day made him a little depressed.

"The Punisher strikes again, the scene is like a small war"

This was the headline of the news, and the content was about the Punisher attacking a Stanton gang den and killing all the more than twenty people inside.

In the picture, you can see that the furniture and walls are riddled with bullet holes, and one of the rooms was obviously a mess after being bombed by a grenade.

What really depressed him was the interview content below the news.

One interviewee, presumably from Brooklyn, said: "The Punisher is really awesome. I really hope there is a guy like this in Brooklyn, who can kill all the gangs like a real man."

"Damn it, if you're a man, go kill yourself," Duke complained secretly.

Although he clearly knew that he was keeping a low profile for safety and confidentiality reasons, so he has yet to become famous.

But seeing the Punisher's illustrious reputation, I couldn't help but feel a little envious and thought of being "rough".

"Hey Duke, you're watching the news about the Punisher too." A hand patted Duke's shoulder.

Duke didn't need to look back, he could tell the owner of the hand from the area and volume of the hand.

A colleague in the archives office is a fat otaku who loves fat otaku happy meals. His job is to keep and maintain electronic files.

After raising the newspaper, Duke asked: "Morgan, what do you think of the Punisher's behavior?"

As this question was raised, there was a sound of chair wheels, and another colleague in the office came over.

This is Alyssa, a female colleague who is responsible for sorting and warehousing files. She is a rare girl in the 64th Precinct with no freckles on her face and a body that does not look like a bucket.

Just for these two points, Duke would give this brown-haired girl seventy points.

Alyssa yelled before Morgan: "The Punisher is good, Tu Tu Tu Tu, he killed so many gangsters, it's really good. I really hope he comes to Brooklyn to hang out, so that our work will be easier, hoho"

I really didn't expect that this quiet girl who usually doesn't like to talk is actually violent.

"Good job for the Punisher. Unlike those state troopers who usually drag them to death. They are useless against gangsters. They act like bitches." Morgan climbed up to the top of the building and expressed his support for Alyssa's point of view. At the same time, he dissed the New York State Police.

In the United States, the police are divided into three parts: federal police, state police, and municipal police, including city police and county police.

The federal police are the best, and the most famous among them is the FBI, which is the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The state police are responsible for major and important cases within a state. Because the laws of each state in the United States are different, the state police can only enforce the law on their own territory, but they also have great power on their own territory, which can be said to be a tyrant.

The last type of municipal police is responsible for enforcing laws, maintaining urban social order, and providing services to the society. Does it sound a bit like a Chinese police station?

The 64th Precinct where Duke is located belongs to the third type, but compared to the county police in the countryside, the work of these urban police officers is slightly higher.

The conversation among the three quickly shifted from the Punisher to the state troopers.

It's just admiration for the punisher, but outright contempt and abuse for the state police.

"Those damn black suits look very cool every time they come here, as if someone owes them a million dollars. Why don't they go to the gang to buy money?"

"Yes, yes, they are always wearing sunglasses, why don't they fall to death?"

Duke also joined in on this topic. In this life's memory, the state police will always be the best in the world and the municipal police will stand aside. He himself has been "looked down" by the state police several times.

Specific to the scene, the most common scene is the murder scene. The municipal police are wearing uniforms and making isolation tapes, while the state police are belatedly arriving in suits. Then they flash their badges at the municipal police, snort slightly, and walk in with their heads held high. on site.

Some state police officers would also say to the municipal police who were looking at the scene: "The municipal police are doing a good job in pulling up the isolation zone. The matter of solving the case has nothing to do with you."

"Those state police officers have no skills at all. They only take samples here and there, and destroy the scene along the way."

Duke was playing vigorously with two colleagues when a few coughs came from outside the door, and then the door was opened.

The three "heads" quickly greeted Holly who came in.

However, seeing the two men in black suits following Holly, Morgan and Alyssa's expressions changed at the same time, and they both returned to their positions in a dignified manner.

Judging from the way the two men in black suits pointed their nostrils to the ceiling in the police station, Duke could guess their identities with his toes.

State Police.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing

There is nothing more embarrassing than having the other person appear in front of you when you are speaking ill of someone.

Morgan cast an attentive look at Duke, and then said to the two state troopers: "This is the receptionist Duke, and that is the administrator Alyssa. You can register first. I have to leave beforehand."

It seemed that Morgan didn't like seeing the state police very much. After saying that, he left the office, leaving behind two men in black suits with dark faces.

The leader in a black suit lifted the hem of his suit, revealing a police badge with nypd written on it, and said to Duke: "I want the homicide report from last night."

Duke's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. They came to ask for a report on last night's murder. Could it be that he had fallen into the sight of the state police?

He did not originally kill anyone within the jurisdiction of Bureau 64.

But yesterday, when he was passing by the Ninth Avenue area, he happened to encounter four black youths pulling two young Asian women to a remote corner.

Seeing this, Duke naturally couldn't bear it. He rushed over and hugged a guy who was making piston movements. He wiped his throat with a light stroke of his saber.

When the two idle black men saw this, they each took out their daggers and rushed toward Duke, while the other guy who was making piston movements quickly got up from the woman.

As soon as he stood up and before he could put on his pants, he saw his two partners falling to the ground.

"You are so uncivilized." Duke looked at this guy's dangling third leg in disgust, twitched the corner of his mouth and rushed over.

"My brother is"

yelled the black man.

"Who cares who he is?" Duke didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before he stabbed the thorn into the man's heart along the seam of his ribs.