New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 4 God blesses you during the day and sends you to see God at night

The door was pushed open, and a few hoodlums with dreadlocks squeezed in.

Seeing the young Cohen, the leader, Jin Fang, was slightly stunned: "Where is the old priest?"

Cohen glanced at everyone and found that among the five people, four were Black Iron-level prey.

The person is not good!
He shook his head: "Father Emma went on a pilgrimage to the Vatican and has not been here for some time. Do you have anything to do with him?"

Jin Fang frowned: "Who are you?"

"I'm the new acting priest. I'll be in charge of this place for the next three months. You are..."

Jin Fang shook his dreadlocks and said, "Boy, we are the Flame Cripple Gang here. Has the old priest told you that the church should pay protection fees?"

Cohen was stunned, a bad feeling welled up in his heart, and he shook his head: "I never said that!"

Jin Menya pointed his finger at his chest and said, "Then let me tell you, the surrounding area is able to live a peaceful life now only because of the protection of our Flame Crips Gang.

We charge a little protection fee, isn't that too much?"

Cohen hesitated to speak. How could the words "quiet and peaceful" be related to Hell's Kitchen?
He pointed to the cross behind him and said, "But I heard that the church seems to be protected by him?"

"You don't understand this."

Jin Fang shook his head and said, "He fights demons, I fight bad guys, each doing his own thing.

Without our Crips to take care of you, even Jesus can't protect your church!"

Cohen scratched his head and suddenly remembered the envelope in his arms.

So he asked tentatively: "How much is your monthly insurance premium..."

"Five thousand dollars!"

Old dog!

Cohen cursed in his heart instantly, I finally know why you ran so fast!
System, are you asleep? Doesn’t this old guy remind me that he is a prey?

"Uh... everyone, I really don't know about this, and I don't have any cash prepared. How about you guys tomorrow...

No, how about I give it to you the day after tomorrow?"

Jin Fang smiled, but drew the gun from his waist: "What do you think?"

Cohen gritted his teeth. Although he was now a fighting master, it was still very risky to fight against five armed thugs.

The enemy may not be able to hit the target accurately, but a random stray bullet can take his life.

There is ample time.

He took out the envelope and smiled again: "Well, I suddenly remembered that I just happened to have $1500 in cash. Please take it!"

Jin Menya put away his gun with a smile and patted his shoulder carelessly: "That's right, those who go against our Flame Cripple Gang never have a good ending!

Boy, I am very optimistic about you!"

Cohen smiled and said, "Since you have already collected the protection fee, where should I go to find you when I get into trouble?"

Golden Fang waved his hand casually: "Go to the end of the street, Flame Repair Shop!"

"Go slowly, everyone. May God bless you!"

Cohen politely saw them out.

The five hooligans walked out of the church laughing. Someone laughed, "Hey, I knew this yellow-skinned monkey wouldn't dare to resist. My gun is loaded. If he dares to move, I'll kill him!"

"Haha, I'll have to come more often in the future..."

A young man said: "Did you see his face? He was obviously very angry, but he had to smile, just like those Japanese people!"

Behind the few people, Cohen's anger suddenly rose up.

You are Japanese, your whole family is Japanese!

Damn it. Originally, since you were the only one not identified as prey by the system, I might have considered letting you go.

Now you are finished, you are my prey!
You fucking must die!

I said, even Jesus can’t save you!

Cohen took a deep breath, closed the door and said goodbye to the guests!

……

The so-called Flame Crips is a small street gang of only a dozen people, at the bottom of the gang world.

They have no strict rules and regulations and management, so they can only do the lowest-level jobs.

Stealing, robbing, cheating, drug sales, etc. Most of the members are young hooligans from nearby neighborhoods.

It cannot be compared with large gangs like the Mafia, Yamaguchi-gumi, and Triads.

But they are just as dangerous as ever, because these brainless guys really don't care about their lives!

Late at night, five drunken figures came out of the repair shop.

Not long after he walked away, an egg fell from the sky and hit Jin Fang on the head.

He stood there in a daze. His companions saw the egg yolk on his face and all of them burst into laughter.

"Stop laughing, shut up!"

He was a little angry and embarrassed, and then looked around to search for the culprit.

"Boom!"

Two more eggs, three more people were hit. They soon found a man in black clothes and a red devil mask at the entrance of the alley across the street.

The man calmly gave them a middle finger and then disappeared into the dark alley.

Several people were furious and rushed over without caring what was in the alley. They just rushed in.

After a few steps, someone suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot and fell to the ground.

Someone missed a step and got stuck in the sewer manhole, feeling a little sad.

Someone tripped and hit his head on the ground, and his head was bleeding instantly.

Before the remaining two people could react, "bang bang!" two blows came.

Afterwards, the three injured people were knocked unconscious one by one.

In the darkness, a cold voice came: "Humph, I am just a fighting master, please teach me!"

A few minutes later, an old pickup truck drove out of the alley and gradually drove away.

Emma Church, backyard garden.

Under the cold moonlight, Cohen opened the tarpaulin covering the pickup truck bed, and five pairs of frightened eyes instantly stared at him.

They were all gagged and tied tightly.

Friends who often kill people know that killing is easy, but the difficult part is how to deal with the body.

Cohen estimated their size and compared it with the deep hole he had dug in the garden that afternoon, and realized that he had dug too small.

With a sigh, he could only pick up the shovel and continue digging.

In the carriage, the five men of Golden Fang watched his every move and were terrified to the extreme.

Her body kept twisting, her face was full of tears, and her eyes were full of begging.

Cohen meant it.

After completing the task last night, he had been thinking about several of the contents.

Ascension, manner of death, freshness, dying emotions, and emotional levels.

He didn't know what upgrading was, and couldn't figure it out from the name.

But the remaining four contents are easier to analyze.

The way of death corresponds to the freshness, which means that the system actually encourages him to use various different means to "punish" his prey.

Dying emotions correspond to emotional levels. Similarly, the system encourages him to let his prey release strong emotions when they are dying, and fear should be just one of them.

Now, he was absolutely sure that the emotional levels of these prey had definitely reached five stars.

Next is the manner of death: buried alive.

He threw the five men into the deep pit one by one.

In the end, it was the gang members that the system had not yet identified as prey.

But Cohen knows that doesn't mean he is a good person.

It's just that he is a new person and his sins have not accumulated to that point yet.

Cohen patted his face and said, "I didn't intend to kill you originally. Who told you to call me a Japanese?
Do you know what this means to a Chinese?

So insulting!
Go down there and have a good talk with the King of Hell, so that you can be reborn into a good person in your next life!
Of course, you are also welcome to seek revenge on me in eighteen years if you can beat me."

Hearing his words, the man struggled frantically, but Cohen tied him up tightly. He was like a maggot in a cesspool and could not escape the fate of being "shit" no matter what.

The five people were piled in a deep pit. Before burying them, Cohen smiled at Jin Fang and said, "Look, I told you that this place is protected by God, but you insist on stealing his business.

I have no choice but to send you to see him in accordance with God's will.

Remember to say hello for me, so that when I go to heaven, he will remember my great deed!"

"rustle……"

Cohen had just shoveled two shovels of dirt when he heard someone knocking on the church door.

"Boom!"

He paused. Was he discovered?

impossible!

I stuck the shovel into the ground, quietly went up to the second floor, and looked down from the balcony.

Fortunately, there was no police car in front of the door, only a tall and thin figure, knocking and howling: "Open the door, open the door, Father... open the door..."

Cohen wanted to ignore him, but if he let him shout, it would attract attention sooner or later.

After making sure that the people in the pit cannot escape, open the front door.

A bearded man reeking of alcohol rushed over. Cohen held him, but he let out a "wow" and vomited all over the floor like a fountain.

Cohen wanted to kill him. The trap was already set, so he could just throw him into it!

Perhaps sensing his murderous intent, the man burst into tears: “Father…I am miserable!

I can’t go home and I can’t see my wife…Father, can God help me…”

Cohen rolled his eyes. What a coincidence. I was about to send someone to see God, so I asked him to deliver a message for you?
Or do you go meet him in person?

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