New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 43 You think I'm useless, don't you?

In the backyard, Cohen was sweeping flower petals from the ground when he suddenly heard a bell ringing.

Someone's in the confessional.

Through the hollow wooden board, he received a system prompt that the person opposite him was a bronze-level prey.

A cold female voice sounded: "Father Cohen?"

"it's me."

There was a sound of a door opening on the opposite side, and then the door on Cohen's side was opened, and a figure rushed in.

A warm body with a unique scent sat directly across his thighs.

In the cramped space, the temperature began to rise.

hiss!
Cohen swallowed, he could clearly feel the other's elastic buttocks and thigh muscles.

Two slender arms were placed on his shoulders, so close that his breath was blowing against his face.

He could see the other person's face clearly through the falling golden curls, the fair and delicate skin, the deep eye sockets, the fiery red lips, and the clear eyes.

Angelina Jolie... no, it should be Fox from the Assassin's Brotherhood!
He understood instantly that it seemed that the Brotherhood had been following Wesley.

But what does this sexy goddess want to do, kill me or rape me?
If it is the former, I will fight back with all my might; if it is the latter, I will fight back with all my might!
Fox lowered his right hand, placed it on Cohen's chest, and fumbled around.

"What did you tell Wesley?"

Cohen felt a nameless anger rising from top to bottom, and his heart beat faster.

He was thirty-three in his previous life, twenty-two in this life, and over fifty in total. How could he have been touched like this?
Fuck, do you think my dragon head stick can’t be used?
"Who? Who is Wesley?" He pretended to be confused.

Fox paused, felt around, found the spot, and pinched it.

hiss!
Cohen immediately regained his composure and said, "Hey, what are you doing? This is a church!
Get off my body!"

He started pushing her and she started to resist.

In the small confessional, the old bench was probably cracking and there was a "crackling" sound.

until……

"Snapped!"

Cohen suddenly slapped Fox's butt hard, causing her to freeze.

"You naughty boy, God will blame me if he sees you like this!"

"Crack!"

A loaded pistol was pressed against Cohen's head.

"Take your right hand off my hip, and your left hand around my waist!"

Cohen raised his hand obediently.

"I'll ask you again, what did you say to Wesley?"

Cohen shrugged helplessly: "Don't be impulsive, we just talked about Sloan betraying his faith for financial gain and letting you kill innocent people.

Then, when Carlos found out, he asked you to train his son to kill him."

Fox was stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

“You and Carlos have been colleagues for many years, why do you distrust him so much?
The loom of fate may not make mistakes, but why can't Sloan be selfish?

Carlos has the evidence. Did you give him a chance to explain it?

Is training a son to kill his father something a righteous organization should do?
What Sloan asked you to do is just four words: kill and silence the witnesses! "

Fox opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

The man before him had accurately described the recent turmoil in the Assassin Brotherhood, but he had given a completely different explanation.

Emotionally, she should trust Sloan and the Brotherhood.

But deep down, she couldn't help but begin to doubt.

The abnormality of Carlos' betrayal, the unreasonableness of Sloan's orders, and the crime of the godson killing his father all came to his mind at this moment.

Looking at her expression, Cohen knew that this blow was a bit heavy for her, but that was the fact.

He pushed away her hand holding the gun and looked her straight in the eyes: “Your name has already appeared.

There is also the repairman, the butcher, the Russian... everyone's name has appeared.

The only one who is clean is Wesley who has not yet completed his mission! "

Fox shuddered.

The beauty was sad, and Cohen lowered his hard and indestructible dragon head stick.

"Fox, I have a way to forget sadness, do you want to try it?"

Fox's eyes widened: "What?" Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt her hands were tied, and she fell forward involuntarily until she hit a solid chest.

A breath with a refreshing scent spread over her neck.

"Ah~"

A tingling pain came, and a wonderful feeling was injected into her body...

……

It was getting dark in the backyard of Emma Church.

A round table, dinner is in progress.

Cohen and Fox sat very close to each other, talking in low voices while eating.

“Sloan has to atone for what he did, but those of you who don’t know don’t have to.

Maybe you are guilty, but the world needs you.

What you have to do is not to atone for your sins, but to make atonement for them.

Kill to gain redemption!"

Fox's eyes were confused.

David looked up from his bowl of rice pudding. He looked at Fox and then at Cohen.

Fuck, does being handsome really mean you can do whatever you want?

Bah, you scumbag, a woman sneaked into your bedroom yesterday, don’t think I don’t know!

"But what will the brothers do if we kill Sloane?"

"The Brotherhood will continue to operate, and you will be the leader."

Fox was startled, and then fell into deep thought, seemingly weighing the feasibility of this method.

Speaking of which, Cohen has currently converted two vampires, both using Daytime Blood.

They behaved differently.

Jiu Zhu changed from a charming and poisonous woman to a virtuous wife.

Fox, on the other hand, has hardly changed. Although she also follows Cohen's orders, she seems to have retained more of her own style.

Clean and decisive, heroic and dashing.

The church doorbell rang.

David opened the door and ushered in two people, Wesley and his father, Carlos.

As soon as he entered the room, Carlos first cast a wary gaze on Fox. Seeing that she did not react much, he looked at Cohen carefully.

The two sat down.

Carlos got to the point: "Why do you know so much about the Brotherhood, Father?"

Cohen smiled and said, "Didn't Wesley tell you why?"

Of course I did, but Carlos didn't believe it.

What Knight of God? How is that possible?

Cohen saw his expression and guessed what he was thinking.

"Mr. Carlos, do you not believe that God exists, or do you not believe that I am God's knight?"

I don’t really believe it! That’s what Carlos thought.

Cohen understood it again and shook his head. You believe in the loom of fate, but you don’t believe in God?

Do you want to think about what your name means? [Carlos], which means cross. How can you not believe in Jesus or any religion?
heresy!

Cohen smiled and said, “The Assassin Brotherhood exists because of the Loom of Destiny, and you are its killers.

And I am a combination of the two. I am the police, the judge, the jury, and the executioner! "

Carlos frowned slightly and thought for a moment: "Father, do you think I am guilty?"

"Have!"

"Where's Fox?"

"Have!"

"Where's Wesley?"

"none!"

"And yourself?"

Cohen laughed: "I should have been guilty."

(End of this chapter)