Marvel becomes a knight starting from Drive

Frank was relieved to see that Matt was okay.

"I just saw a weird guy walking away among the crowd. I'm afraid it was the guy who just did it."

Matt dusted himself off and picked up the cane on his side.

"It seems that the mastermind behind the scenes has already started to take action, and they are already investigating our traces."

Frank also frowned. He didn't expect the revenge of the mastermind behind the scenes to come so quickly.

"Let's go, get out of here first."

"Where to go?"

"Anyway, get out of here first, we're already being targeted."

As he spoke, Matt took Frank and left the ruined house. This was just one of Matt's strongholds. As a lawyer who upheld justice, he had offended many people in the process of upholding justice. In order to avoid being These people took revenge, so they set up strongholds in many places.

The two stopped a taxi directly, got in the car and drove straight to Brooklyn. After arriving in Brooklyn, they walked around under Matt's guidance to make sure no one was following them, and then walked into a house.

"What is going on? Why did they find your stronghold?"

Frank asked once they entered the house.

Matt also said straight to the point.

"While you were unconscious, the police cleaned up the arms factory in Hell's Kitchen. I checked the information released by the police. There was no Alexei among the corpses of the deceased."

Upon hearing this, Frank immediately understood what was going on. That guy named Alexey is very likely still alive, so this makes sense.

Alexey knew that he had seen what he looked like. If he told the mastermind behind this, they would most likely find out something, and then it would be very likely that the trouble would be brought to the orphanage.

Thinking of this, Frank immediately stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

When Matt heard Frank was about to leave again, he immediately stopped him and asked.

"Do what I have to do."

Ignoring Matt, Frank left.

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That night, in a mansion, a respected gang boss held a birthday party. Gang leaders from all sides sent their own people to celebrate his birthday. There were only a handful of people in the entire underworld who received such treatment. .

At the banquet, everyone sang and danced, and everyone drank happily without knowing that the crisis had arrived.

The lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed, and no one panicked at all. Everyone who had seen the big scene thought it was some kind of show arranged by the old man.

But only the old man came to be confused.

"What's going on? Go and have a look quickly."

"yes!"

One of the men beside the old man immediately walked out of the banquet hall, the moment the door was opened.

"Ah~!"

With a wailing sound, the subordinate was knocked away by something and fell hard on the dining table.

"what happened!"

Only then did everyone realize that something was not right, and they all took out their weapons.

However, before they could see clearly where the attacker was.

In the darkness, fire and gunshots rang out, and for a while, wailing was heard all over the place.

Frank hid in the darkness, holding a submachine gun and shooting wildly. In his opinion, the people here were all the most evil guys. Sooner or later, he would settle accounts with them, but he sent them a city ahead of schedule today.

"Attack!"

Hearing the gunshots, the subordinates outside realized that something was wrong. At first, they thought it was because these big guys were having fun and liked to do things with the lights turned off. They didn't react until they heard the gunshots, and swarmed from behind. There was an influx of people at the gate.

Just as they rushed into the hall innocently, they heard two crisp voices, as if something fell to the ground, and even rolled to the feet of one of them.

The next moment.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

Two grenades sent them flying to the west.

A gang representative who went to the toilet lay tremblingly on the ground. When the gunshots stopped, he crawled towards the door little by little.

Frank looked around, but found that the person he was looking for had been shot to death by himself, and he couldn't help but frown.

When he was investigating memory clues before, he found that the gangster's old man had some connections with the mastermind behind the scenes, so he chose this time to rush in, but he accidentally killed his target.

"Ding~dang——!"

There was a soft sound, and the guy lying on the ground accidentally touched a wine glass, and a chill suddenly hit his heart.

He looked back and saw a tall figure standing in front of him. The white skull on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, and Frank's death-like voice sounded.

"I ask, you answer, be honest, or I will let you see your own brain."

"I, I, I said, please let me go."

Frank put the muzzle of the gun against his head and asked coldly.

"Who is the boss behind you?"

"I, I, I, I don't know, I'm just a representative of a small gang and I don't have access to such high-level people."

Frank took a look at the clothes he was wearing. As expected, the suit was not a good brand.

"Then do you know who can be contacted?"

"this......"

The man hesitated for a moment, and Frank immediately pulled the safety catch of the pistol.

"I said, I said, there is a winery in the suburbs of Brooklyn. It is our stronghold. Our boss has access to the top boss. What I said is true. Please let go... "

"Bang~!"

There was a gunshot, and Frank slowly stood up and walked outside.

This attack, in addition to finding the clues I need, is also a warning to these underworld forces. You have successfully angered me.

Chapter 126, Manslaughter

"My name is William Smith, and I am an undercover agent of the FBI. My task is to lurk among the gangs and obtain information about the gangs' various transactions for the police department, so that the police department can make arrests. Originally, everything went smoothly. until......"

A seemingly dilapidated winery in the suburbs actually hides the stronghold of a gang.

In a luxurious office, a rich middle-aged man sat on a leather chair, smoking a cigar and said to his subordinates.

"Mr. Big has ordered us and another gang to arrest a man named Nissen Mosti. This is his information. Which of you will go?"

The boys picked up Nissen's information and read it over.

One of the black guys with dreadlocks said disdainfully.

"Do we still need to cooperate with others for things like arresting people and kidnapping people? Don't be kidding me. I can just take the people there myself. I guarantee that I can complete the task easily and give the big boss a surprise."

But the boss shook his head.

"First of all, this is Mr. Big's order, and Mr. Big's order cannot be violated. Unless, you don't want to hang out in New York. Secondly, according to the investigation, this man has a certain connection with the Punisher, so this is not a simple kidnapping mission. You guys do you understand?"

"Punisher!"

Hearing this name, all the younger brothers couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Speaking of Mr. Kingpin alone, they might not be that scared. After all, Kingpin is too far away for them, and the most underworld emperor would definitely not Take these little characters seriously, but the Punisher is different. As long as you are guilty, you will not be able to escape the punishment of the Punisher.

Outside the office, William Smith, who worked as a doorman, could clearly hear the conversation in the room, and he took advantage of the shift change time to pass on the information.

Outside the winery, a strange figure came uninvited.

Frank easily passed through the layers of protection on the outside and went straight to the gang's stronghold. He used a dagger to pry open the skylight and jumped out.

His goal was very clear, to capture the owner of the winery and find out who was behind the scenes.

"Who! Who is there!"

A patrolling gangster noticed something was wrong first. He drew his pistol and shouted loudly as he walked towards the skylight.

Just as he was walking around the corner, a big hand came out and grabbed his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

And the patrol boy directly pulled the trigger.

"Bang~!"

The sound of a gunshot echoed in the winery.

Frank knew that he had made a mistake and failed to fire his gun at the first time, so he immediately sent him to see God.

Hearing the gunshots, others immediately realized something was wrong and rushed over with weapons in hand.

Seeing this, Frank had no choice but to force his way in.

With a flick of his windbreaker, he took out two special short assault rifles from behind. These two guns have a high rate of fire, a short range, and slightly poor accuracy. I am afraid that no one except Frank will like to use them, because these guns are best used by one person. When attacking other people's strongholds. And except for Frank, I'm afraid no one will attack the gang's stronghold alone.

Frank stood condescending, holding two guns, golden flames sprayed from the muzzles, and bullets poured out like a violent storm.

In an instant, he eliminated the first group of gangsters who arrived at the scene. Frank took the opportunity to change the magazine and walked straight towards the winery's office.

A large number of gangsters wanted to intercept Frank along the way, but for Frank, these people were simply here to die.

William Smith, who was delivering intelligence, heard the gunshot and rushed over immediately. Something was wrong. Could it be that someone from the FBI came after receiving the intelligence?

But something doesn't seem right. From the sound of the gunfire, it doesn't sound like a firearm used by the police.

Suddenly, the old black man with dreadlocks rushed out of the office.

"Who the hell dares to come to our territory to cause trouble!"

Cursing, he pulled out two golden sand eagles from his waist.

"You! You! And you, follow me!"

William felt bad, but in order not to expose his identity, he had to go with them.

When they arrived at the battlefield, a man wearing a black trench coat with a white skull painted on his chest suppressed a group of them and beat them, and they were beaten so hard that they couldn't even fight back.

"F**K! What a bunch of losers! Follow me!"

The dirty-haired black man cursed lowly, suddenly rushed out from the flank, pulled the trigger, and shot two shots straight into Frank's head.

However, Frank had already seen Lao Hei hiding in the dark. He turned sideways to avoid the attack and fired with his backhand.

After being beaten, Lao Hei hurriedly hid back in the bunker. After returning to the bunker, Lao Hei yelled at his younger brothers.

"F**K, you bastards! Shoot! Why are you just trying to suppress him with firepower?"

But those younger brothers had long been frightened out of their wits by Frank, so how could they dare to fight back.

Seeing this, Lao Hei pointed the gun directly at his younger brother.

"I'll give you two a choice, either go fight, or just die here!"

One of the younger brothers was the first to lose control and picked up the weapon in his hand and rushed out.

"Kill!"

He rushed out of the bunker and fired randomly with his gun, without even looking at him. He had no idea where Frank was.

Frank just glanced at these guys, took out a grenade with his backhand and threw it out.

"Bang~!"

There was an explosion, and Lao Hei and others were blown out from behind the bunker.

"Shoot!"

Before they could shoot, Frank pulled the trigger.

A burst of shooting ended their sinful life.

Frank looked around, holding both guns and walking towards the leader's location.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Don't move. I'm a Level 3 FBI agent. Raise your hands, who are you?"