Marvel's Strange Magician

Standing on the edge of the roof was a tall man with short hair. His face was cold and his eyes were steady and tenacious. It was obvious at a glance that he was a ruthless character with a strong will and a strong spirit.

The most eye-catching thing about him is a white skull painted with spray paint on his chest.

When the cold man saw Watson, who had just been in the field of view of his telescope, suddenly appear behind him, he immediately held the ballistic knife in his hand with some caution.

"Who are you? Why did you kill that man and put the blame on me?"

Watson did not feel any nervousness, but asked the cold man curiously.

"I just want to kill him, it has nothing to do with you."

The cold man's voice was very deep, and the slight tremor made his voice full of magnetism.

He paused for a moment, glanced at the cash box in Watson's hand, and then answered:

"To those who are guilty of evil, I am called 'The Punisher'."

"It turned out to be a folk hero who punished evil and promoted good. He was disrespectful and disrespectful."

Watson immediately understood the Punisher's words, and couldn't help but bow his hands to him with some admiration.

The Punisher frowned, as if he was a little confused as to why Watson was so friendly towards him.

But since Watson was not the villain he wanted to kill, nor did he have any imaginary hostility toward him, he gave up on breaking the stalemate and began to organize his sniper rifle.

"You're selling drugs to those gangsters."

The Punisher, who was arranging his firearms, suddenly said these words from his mouth.

"Yes, because I want to get a large sum of money in a short period of time. If I am not prepared to do long-term business, the gangster forces that are easiest to get out of are my best choice."

"Even though those people have innocent blood on their hands?"

The Punisher's voice suddenly became a little colder:

"They only know how to use violence to plunder ordinary people who are unable to resist, but you gave them a second life."

"The medicine I sell cannot save people whose heads have been shot. If they are really targeted, they will not have a second life.

Besides, I am no longer planning to sell it. "

"Oh, really, this will wash away the guilt in your heart?"

The Punisher smiled mockingly, then picked up his equipment and walked towards the stairs, saying coldly to Watson:

"If you really want to get rid of the guilt in your heart, then you should get all your potions back before they help others, or use your ability to protect a few people who are threatened by evil people.

You should take a walk around Hell's Kitchen yourself and see what the gang is all about. "

After the punisher left, Watson stood alone on the roof of the building in silence for a long time. He thought that the punisher was right. He should treat the gangsters with more kindness, and those ordinary people who make up the bright and moving part of the world would be better. You will suffer more unfair oppression.

Watson raised his head and exhaled softly, then opened the portal and returned to the ground again.

He sent the cash box into the Pastoral Land, then transformed into the appearance he had before crossing over, and started walking in Hell's Kitchen.

Perhaps because of the ongoing firefight in front of the Happy Bar, Watson did not see many gang members, but even so, there were still many fights and intimidations taking place on various streets.

In all the remote and dark alleys, robberies and beatings are commonplace.

In just one trip, Watson has prevented three crimes.

Just when Watson was sighing that the living environment here was too turbulent, and even the police did not dare to do anything, he suddenly saw a black figure flying past at a very fast speed in front of him.

Watson subconsciously looked towards the black figure, but when his eyes caught up with the black figure, the black figure actually fell straight to the ground.

Watson smelled the faint smell of blood that filled the air. After hesitating for a moment, he started walking towards the figure.

After getting closer, Watson discovered that there were more than a dozen long cuts on the other party's body, and his clothes were almost soaked with the massive loss of blood.

This muscular man wearing black tights and covering the upper half of his face was still partially conscious at the moment and was struggling to get up from the ground.

"I'm here to help you, you look like you need some treatment."

Seeing the other party dragging his heavy body into a defensive posture, Watson quickly explained aloud.

I don't know if the injury was too serious, but the masked man could no longer support himself. As soon as Watson said this, he fainted and fell heavily to the ground again.

"..."

Seeing the man in black almost bleeding to death, Watson could only sigh helplessly, stepped forward to pick him up, opened the portal, and sent him to Brooke's home.

Of course, before opening the portal, Watson once again transformed his body into Auston's appearance.

"Mr. Alston."

Brooke saluted Watson respectfully. When he looked up and saw the masked man covered in blood, he who had always looked calm suddenly shouted in surprise:

"The masked man?"

"You know him?"

Watson looked at Brooke with some surprise.

"Yes, the masked man is only active in Hell's Kitchen, and many gangster plans have been disrupted by him.

But I don't know why, but his image doesn't seem to be very good among the police. "

Watson muttered to himself, looking at the injuries on the masked man that could threaten his life, he didn't know for a moment whether to praise this man for his justice or to criticize him for overestimating his capabilities.

"Rescue him first, and don't take off the mask. We must respect those who are willing to protect others."

Watson shook his head and ordered Brooke.

"Yes."

Brooke nodded slightly, then took out a bottle of diluted healing potion from the medical box and injected it into the masked man's body.

After stabilizing the masked man's injuries, Brooke began to sew the masked man's wounds, lest he wake up and wonder how he was healed.

After Brooke finished his work, Watson changed the topic and asked:

"How is the progress at the hospital?"

"It went very well. After investing in low-level potions, our reputation has been rising, but our popularity is still too slow."

"Do you have any idea?"

"Currently, we still have 200,000 yuan in reserve funds. According to the current rate of increase in profits, I deduce that our hospital will start to make profits in another month.

Therefore, I think the reserve funds can be used for publicity to let more people know about our existence and high cure rate as soon as possible. "

"Very well, then I'll leave this matter to you."

Watson nodded with satisfaction and once again placed all the responsibility on his only subordinate.

Just as the two continued to communicate about the development plan of the "Hope Hospital", the masked man lying on the sofa suddenly snorted and slowly woke up.