New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 32: Vampire Good Friday
At eight o'clock in the morning, most New Yorkers get up, wash up, and prepare to start their day.

They habitually watch the news on TV while eating breakfast.

Soon, they discovered that something was different today. What was the host on TV saying?
What vampires and werewolves?
Is this an April Fools' joke?

But now it is April 10th, and April Fools' Day has long passed!

They changed channels with trepidation, only to find that every piece of news was talking about this incident!

On the second floor of Emma Church, Cohen and David were also in front of the TV, and the screen was the Daily Bugle TV station.

Jameson, the daily's owner and host, is ranting like crazy.

“This is simply shameful!
Our city government, the American government, the Pentagon, the House of Representatives, and the Senate have deceived us and the people of this country!

They hid the existence of vampires from us!

Look at these photos and videos, these are demons feeding on us!
Let us ask those politicians and officials, and our great Chocolate President Mr. Okanagan, how did all this happen?
How dare you be so ignorant of your people?

Are we living in America or in the Soviet Union? "

After roaring, Jameson wiped his mouth with dissatisfaction, and was about to say something else when his eyes suddenly turned to the side.

A man who looked like an assistant walked onto the stage with an anxious look on his face and whispered something in his ear.

Seeing this scene, David snorted coldly: "The US government reacted really quickly to this matter!"

Cohen shook his head: "I can't suppress it. This is a matter of life and death. No one wants to be alive and well and suddenly have their neck bitten off by a vampire.

Didn't you emphasize this point in the information you gave them?"

David laughed and said, "I found several such cases in the evidence you collected.

To use the words of your Chinese country, you were eating hotpot and singing songs, and suddenly a vampire bit your neck!

I think even the TV people would be terrified by the presence of vampires everywhere."

While they were talking, Jameson on TV looked grim. He gritted his teeth, as if he was facing a difficult choice.

"Dear audience, I, I...Alas!

Just treat what I just said as nonsense. There are no such things as vampires in this world!"

Jameson's eyes were slightly red, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Fuck, what is this guy doing?"

"hiss!"

Cohen couldn't help but wonder, "Is he...acting?"

David's eyes widened. "He has a change of heart and is going to confront the US government?"

"What the hell, does he have that thing?"

On TV, Jameson was still feeling aggrieved: “Don’t worry, everyone, you won’t be pounced on and sucked dry by vampires in a dark alley on your way home at night.

Nor will it be sacrificed at some lively ball and become a drink for vampires' carnival.

I will not be threatened by some mysterious forces to shut down the Daily Bugle if I don't shut up just because I said a few words about the truth about vampires!"

He was in tears and looked just like a bullied young wife.

The audience can guess who the "mysterious force" is, and now it is exposed nakedly in front of the public.

A thought popped up in everyone's mind: The Daily Bugle is truly the last conscience of the media industry!

David turned to look at Cohen: "Tell me, did you secretly give him money?"

"You must be kidding. How much money do I have to give him to work so hard?"

"Direct and act on your own?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows. “Is it too late to buy shares of the Daily Bugle now?”

David tapped the keyboard a few times and snorted, "Too late!"

"Forget it. No matter what his purpose is, he has helped me a lot."

Cohen stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked at the Hell's Kitchen in front of him: "Let the news ferment for a few days, and then all the bullets that have been shot at me will be rewarded!"

David swallowed his saliva. Only he understood that this was a declaration of death! ...

At noon, Cohen was leisurely tidying up the overgrown flowers and plants in the back garden.

He sensed something and paused slightly without looking up.

After a while, a proud man's voice sounded: "Look what I found!
The legendary Iron Man is actually a priest!
You really surprise me."

Cohen raised his head and looked at the coquettish Tony Stark, and smiled kindly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Stark, would you like a cup of tea?"

Stark's expression turned cold: "You don't seem surprised by my arrival?"

"On the contrary, I look forward to your arrival."

Cohen appeared calm on the surface, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, "Fuck, how did he find this place?"
"Don't you want to know how I found this place?"

At this moment, Cohen had already led him to the small hall, and he pointed to the cross: “I know.

You are here under the guidance of God.”

Stark narrowed his eyes. This guy was a jerk the last time they met, but this time he turned into a charlatan?

Then Cohen asked a question he had never expected: "I heard that Stark Industries participated in the Pentagon's missile bidding a few days ago. You should have succeeded without a doubt, right?"

"what?"

Stark looked confused and asked, "Do you still care about this?"

"When are you going to Afghanistan?"

"H-How did you know I was going to Afghanistan?"

Stark was shocked. The information about the bidding could be found on the Internet, but the news that he was going to Afghanistan to demonstrate missiles was still top secret.

But Cohen's next words made him even more confused: "Have you ever considered giving up weapons research and development and sales, and contributing a little peace to the world instead of guns and killing?"

Stark was completely confused. What was going on?

Seeing that the topic was changed successfully, Cohen felt that he had the initiative in the conversation.

He continued, "What brings you here, Tony Stark?"

Stark was silent for a moment. Originally, he had the intention of accusing him and asking him why he teased him.

But now his attention was diverted: “I want to know who you are!

You, that big black guy in leather jacket, and Marcus who attended the party, who are you?"

Cohen smiled slightly: "Marcus is the pure-blood elder of the blood clan, Blade is a vampire hunter, and I am dedicated to the cause of justice and resolutely fight against all evil!"

"Like Daredevil?"

"My methods are cleaner and more efficient than his."

"You are all supernatural humans?"

"Everyone has different situations, the only thing in common is that we all have a kind heart to punish evil and promote good.

Stark, is this all the useless nonsense you want to ask?"

Cohen stepped forward and looked him in the eye: "Why don't you ask if you can join this team and contribute to humanity and world peace?"

Stark was stunned for a moment, then a proud expression appeared on his face: "I don't want to play your kind of house game.

I can't stand wearing a leather mask and doing justice on the streets at midnight, sweating all over, and then having to work hard the next day!"

Cohen laughed and said, “Are you sure you think so deep down in your heart?

Stark, you have the smartest brain in the world, but you live the empiest life.

When you are old and look back on your life, you will find that you are no different from the homeless or beggar in the corner!
The world will not remember you, and you have never changed the world.

When you die, you reach the end.

Do you want that, Tony Stark?

(End of this chapter)