New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 63 Stark is holding it in

Cohen communicated with the system and understood the meaning of this title. Hammer God: Gain the love and recognition of all hammers and hammer-like weapons.

The case is solved. The tricky system must have a grudge against Thor!

But the key point is, before Odin died, the title of Hammer God was useful because of a hammer!
The four-star gift package is just like the three-star gift package, it’s not hard enough!

It has been decided. From today on, we will study a thousand ways to kill Nick Fury. The first diamond-level gift package must reach five stars!

After making this decision, he jumped from the top of the mountain and flew away into the distance like a wild goose.

The wind blows across my cheeks, the warmth of the sun shines on my back, and the feeling of flying is great!

The vast landscape is in full view.

A feeling of arrogance that looked down upon the world suddenly arose in my heart, just because I was thousands of miles high in the sky while you were standing on the yellow mud!

……

Russia, an old and dilapidated apartment.

Cohen dressed in a suit solemnly just to meet his future chief and deputy chief scientists.

"Dong dong!"

As he knocked, dust shed from the peeling paint on the wooden door.

After a long while, no one responded.

He was patient and knocked again.

Finally, a drunk, unshaven man opened the door, stared at him with vulture-like eyes, and asked bluntly, "Who are you looking for?"

Cohen smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Cohen Wang..."

"I don't buy insurance, get out of here!"

The big man slammed the door shut.

The smile on Cohen's face froze, and he looked down at his suit. Damn, have you ever seen such a handsome salesman?
Can't you see that I have the aura of a billionaire soon?

He adjusted his breathing and said, "Bang!"

The door was opened again. The big man saw that it was him and said fiercely: "Go away, go knock on the door opposite, don't make me say it for the third time!"

He looked impatient, and when he was about to close the door, Cohen grabbed it and said, "Ivan Vanko, if you dare to close my door again, I will shove your head into my ass!"

The big man was shocked and angry, his face was full of ferocity, and he was about to take action, but suddenly he saw something wrong -

The other person's hand was deeply embedded in the wooden door of his house!
Hiss, how is this possible!

This is old ash wood. Although it looks old, it is hard!
Seeing that the reckless man was intimidated, Cohen slowly withdrew his hand: "Young man, don't be so impatient! Who told you that I sell insurance?
You have the stereotype of being old-fashioned and mean!
I might also be...a real estate seller."

He walked straight in while telling a joke.

The apartment was very small, with clutter piled up in the living room, a small TV, and a camp bed on which slept a sick old man with gray hair.

"Who are you? You are trespassing. Please get out immediately or I will call the police!"

"Shut up!"

Cohen glared at him, and the vicious aura of the devil incarnate flashed across his face.

Ivan felt a chill in his heart and inexplicably dared not say anything more.

The old man was awakened and Cohen sat down beside the bed.

"Anton Vanke, are you dead or not? If you are not dead, say something!"

Compared to his son, the father is much calmer.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

“Cohen Wang, I have come all the way here to give you a chance.”

"what chance?"

"A chance to exact revenge on Howard Stark."

Anton Vanke raised his eyebrows, laughed, and suddenly started coughing: "He is... cough cough, dead."

Cohen also laughed: "There is an old saying in the East: a son pays his father's debts!"

Anton Vanko stopped laughing and looked Cohen carefully from head to toe: "Who are you?"

Cohen smiled slightly and stretched out his finger. A red light flashed, and his index finger became red and bright, with a tiny arc of electricity surrounding it.

"I am King Cohen."

Anton looked horrified, took a deep breath, his face turned sad, and shook his head: "I don't have much time.

If you wish, take my son away, he is a genius beyond my reach.

He shouldn't live such a poor and hopeless life. Please, treat him well!"

Cohen looked back at the big man with a changed face, and said with a smile: "You are just sick, right? Don't worry, as long as the god of death hasn't taken you away, I can save you.

I want you, Ivan, too!"

……

In the cave, Tony Stark was exhausted and his face was covered in dirt.

In recent days, this group of terrorists seemed extremely panicked as if something had gone wrong.

They were like red-eyed rabbits, urging him to speed up the manufacturing process.

After several days and nights of inhuman torture, he finally completed the iron armor.

In a corner that the camera couldn't see, Ethan helped and put on the armor step by step.

There were footsteps outside the door.

"Ethan, Ethan, Stark, where are you? Don't hide from the cameras!"

The two did not answer.

The guard couldn't bear it anymore, opened the iron lock and tried to open the door. "Boom!" The acetylene tank placed behind the door exploded instantly.

After putting on the armor, Ethan tapped the computer and started the power program.

The progress bar starts to grow slowly.

Outside, the footsteps and shouts were getting closer, but the progress bar was growing slowly.

Ethan pushed his glasses up: "Not enough time, we need time!"

He looked back at Stark and said, "I'll go buy you some time."

Stark was stunned and quickly shouted: "Follow the plan, don't mess around..."

But Ethan had already picked up the rifle on the ground and rushed out.

"Ethan, Ethan!"

Stark was extremely anxious. Ethan was not only his savior, but also had stayed with him in the cave for so long and helped him escape. He definitely didn't want anything to happen to him!

The progress bar on the computer is slowly crawling. Almost there, almost there...

Several terrorists rushed in, not noticing the armor in the dark.

Stark felt a shock all over his body, and the power program came online.

He was full of anger. He rushed out with one step, swinging left and right, and knocked several terrorists away.

He had a bad feeling in his heart. The fact that these terrorists could come in meant that Ethan...

Furious!

The despair when being attacked, the fear when waking up, the humiliation of being coerced, and the pain of seeing companions leave, all came to my mind!
kill!

kill!

Kill these sons of bitches!
His body trembled as he took big steps forward, but suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Hi Stark, long time no see!"

Stark was confused, and the figure that he often dreamed of in the past few days appeared in front of him.

The other party waved his hand and said, "Stark, you are rescued. Don't worry, I have killed all these terrorists. You are free!"

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, Stark felt a lump of blood stuck in his chest.

It feels like when you have been on a business trip for more than ten days, and when you get home, you take a shower, take medicine, feel high, and your penis is hard, and suddenly your girlfriend's relatives come over.

If you don’t come early, you won’t come late.

It comes just before one reaches the peak.

The anger in my chest feels like it's about to explode.

Can't be dispersed!
After half an hour.

Ethan's face was absurd: "Stark actually... abused... too perverted!"

"It's okay, just an average pervert."

Cohen waved his hand: "Seriously speaking, he just cut the bodies into pieces and arranged them neatly before burning them.

I understand that he has been under a lot of pressure recently."

Cohen had a smile on his face, but he suddenly thought of Jiu Zhu. When she gave him the hallucinogen, did she tell him about any side effects?

Tsk, forgot.

When Stark returns home, introduce him to a psychiatrist.

(End of this chapter)