Marvel's Kryptonians

Chapter 395
They don't know that "The Punisher" has become an immortal monster.

And Frank obviously didn't expose himself, he hid himself so well that SHIELD and others couldn't find out that he had become a skeleton knight like Johnny Blazer.

After all, Frank knew very well that if his secret was discovered, those annoying Wall Street masters would greedily attack him.

Although he has become immortal, Frank doesn't want to cause social turmoil and panic, he just wants to kill all the sinners.

As for the old men on Wall Street.

Put your head on their necks temporarily, and when you kill all the sinners, it will be their turn.

In the dark night, Frank entered a stronghold of the Stanic family.

He still carries a large amount of weapons and ammunition under his windbreaker, and Frank will not use Ghost Rider's power unless necessary, because he needs to avoid exposing himself as much as possible.

What's more, after becoming a Ghost Rider, even an ordinary person has superhuman strength, speed, and nerve reflex speed, which is enough for Frank to slaughter these criminals who are just ordinary people.

"Harley~ How is my old friend?"

Harley Steinb, a Mexican drug dealer who just got off the Buick boulevard car, is being warmly welcomed by the owner here.

"Göring, if you could give me more goods, I'd be much better off!"

Harley, the short Mexican, and Goring, the worker here, hugged each other and said.

"Ah~ You should know that the output of Paradise III has not been high, so although I really want to provide you with more goods, there is nothing I can do."

Goering spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

When Frank was thinking that he had caught a good prey this time, his soul radar told him that an invisible guy was approaching him.

Mutant?
Frank silently reached into his arms and took out an M500 revolver.

Then he turned sideways suddenly, and a red tongue with a fishy smell hit the position just now like lightning.

Like a powerful steel whip, the red tongue made a big hole in the solid concrete slab.

The noise from this side immediately alarmed the two drug dealers over there. Goering called out, and nearly 30 gang members with various guns raised their guns towards this side to be on guard.

Frank had already fired according to the position of his tongue, and emptied the M500 bullets in just a few blinks of an eye without hesitation.

The powerful warhead made five big holes in the mutant's body, and he could see the scene behind him.

Five bullets, all hit!
That mutant didn't want to die in peace. He couldn't figure out why he was shot when he was invisible. Moreover, all five bullets hit his torso, and all his vital organs were shattered.

This is the frightening thing about Frank, in the DC world, at least at the level of death knell.

Killing is already instinctive for them.

Frank reloaded the M500 and flew away.

More than 30 gangsters have been staring at this side. When he just flew out, these guys opened fire on Frank.

However, the terrain of this trading point is quite peculiar, like the underground foundation of a building, with many large concrete stone pillars for support.

So Frank just dodged and hid directly behind another pillar. Although the gangsters fired at Frank intensively, they didn't hit him.

"Damn it, Bryce is dead!"

"Jason is dead too!"

At this time, the gangsters found that two of their companions had been shot in the head.

Because the gunfire was too dense just now, they didn't know that the enemy had completed the counterattack at that moment.

What kind of monster is this?

Frank pulled out a 12.7mm automatic rifle from under his coat.

Don't ask him where it is stuffed, this is a man's secret, just like a woman's four-dimensional groove, everything can be put in and taken out.

An automatic rifle with a 60-round extended magazine was enough for Frank to complete the slaughter.

He threw two smoke bombs, and immediately, the nose and eyes were covered with smoke, and before they could react, Frank had already opened fire.

Everyone felt as if the air had become thinner, and their breathing began to be difficult.Ask them to deal with the enemy, they have no problem.

After all, they were all trained by the Stanic family, and they had to go through many gang fights to guard a relatively important property in the family here.

But this kind of enemy who doesn't know where it is is very uncomfortable. Cough~cough~ There are two low wailing sounds, accompanied by two falling sounds.

This represented the sacrifice of two more companions.But no one dared to run away, they couldn't tell the direction in the smoke, they didn't know where they would go, maybe running away would make them die faster!

Finally, some people couldn't take it under this depressed mood. They picked up the guns in their hands and fired at the front. This was completely just venting their own pressure, which was of no help to the real battle.

Frank did not waver at all. In the smoke, he fired with great precision according to the gunshots and human voices. The lethality of the 12.7mm rifle bullets was astonishing. shot.

Three seconds later, the entire underground space became quiet again.Only a few half-dead guys were left lying on the ground panting in pain.

Frank finished the shot with a blank face, blowing the heads of these guys.

Then he found three suitcases and put them all on the simple table.Open the suitcase of the drug dealer Harley, which is full of drug money.

One hundred sheets of one-hundred-dollar cash are bundled into a stack, and there are two hundred stacks of one-hundred-dollar knives in this suitcase. This is 200 million U.S. dollars in cash.

The general small gangs like to use small banknotes because they have no perfect money laundering channels.

But for a big family like the Stanic family with money laundering channels, large amounts of cash are naturally more popular.

The other two boxes contained ice-blue capsules.Before Frank heard the conversation between Harley and Goring, he knew what this thing was called Paradise III.

Now that science is advancing, traditional drugs like heroin and cocaine have begun to fade away.

Because these drugs using plant extracts require a huge plantation, it is too easy to be discovered and then destroyed.

But now relying on chemical agents, soft drugs that can be synthesized have a higher degree of concealment, and are more addictive and dependent.

(End of this chapter)