New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 64 Stark: I didn't do anything
The raging fire engulfed the entire cave.

Stark burned all the corpses and the weapons and ammunition produced by Stark Industries outside the cave.

In the brilliant flames, he felt that he had completed a purification and sublimation.

Looking at his expression, Cohen knew that Stark Industries' weapons division could not escape the fate of being closed down.

Next comes the moment to test your operation.

Stark returns, the stock price soars, and he announces the closure of the weapons division, causing the stock to plummet.

There are only a few hours in this period.

The three of them left in an old convertible jeep. As for Stark's armor, it was inconvenient to carry, so they burned it after use.

The sun was scorching and the car drove through the yellow sand, raising a cloud of dust.

Stark didn’t react until his face was covered with sand: “Fuck, you’re going to drive this broken jeep to save me?
Even if there is no attack helicopter, there must be a Hummer with air conditioning, right? "

Cohen shook his head and sighed, “Stark, you don’t know in the cave that the world outside has changed dramatically.

The U.S. military has long since stopped looking for you. If it weren’t for me, even if you escaped from the cave, you would probably die in the desert or Gobi Desert.”

Stark was shocked: "What happened?"

“Judgment!
Stark, your American military has gone through a brutal trial.

A health bar appeared on the god, and his godhood was shattered.

The surrounding enemies, the Avengers, and the hungry hyenas in the darkness are all targeting it!"

"What do you mean?"

“A few nights ago, divine punishment came down from heaven, and two large U.S. military bases were reduced to ruins, and 3,000 soldiers died.

The scene was horrific, it was hell on earth!"

Cohen smacked his lips and said, "There's a rumor that after Commander-in-Chief Ao Guanhai learned about this, he whipped him with a 'click' sound.

After watching the live video, Vice President Deng shuddered all over and his crotch got wet.

The grapevine also said that the five-star building called that day a "day of mourning" and they have begun to consider withdrawing troops from Afghanistan.

The American troops here have become cowards, like young wives, never leaving the house, and all their food and drink expenses are delivered by the National Army."

Stark was confused. It’s only been a few days since I entered here, and the hegemony of the United States has already declined?

"Who on earth could destroy two major US military bases at the same time?
Are the Russians going crazy, or is it the Eastern superpower that has taken action?"

Cohen glanced at Stark, who looked solemn, through the rearview mirror and shook his head: "It is said that he is a devil who is eight feet tall, has a leopard head and round eyes, a hideous face, and a voice like thunder.

It's really strange to me, what on earth did the American soldiers do that made the devil unable to bear it, tut tut!"

Stark didn't know what to say for a moment.

A few hours later, they passed by the Baghlan base and saw the ruins on the ground, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

Could this be the beginning of America’s decline?
After arriving at the nearby Kandahar International Airport, Stark called Pepper Potts, chartered a passenger plane, and set off immediately.

The news immediately spread back to New York.

Stark Industries' stock, which had been falling continuously, began to soar as if it had been injected with chicken blood.

Everyone knows that the return of this genius means that Stark Industries will never fail easily!

Yesterday, Cohen instructed David to sell all the stocks he was shorting and made a fortune. He invested 120 million US dollars and turned it into 540 million!
With a wave of Cohen's hand, all the money was converted into Stark Industries stock.

On the plane back to New York, he instructed David to sell the stocks after they had risen in price, preparing to short them again.

Today may be a day of wailing for American stock investors, but it is Cohen’s day of prosperity.

The plane slowly landed at Kennedy Airport, and the moment the door opened...

Fuck, why are there so many fully armed agents surrounding us?

Cohen's eyes widened. What happened? Am I exposed?
A body was found in the backyard of a church?
Wait, Sitwell, SHIELD is here too?
"Stark, I'm a CIA agent. I suspect you are the real murderer of the Day of Mourning. Please cooperate with us..."

"Stark, I'm an FBI agent. I suspect you are the real murderer on the Day of Mourning. Please cooperate with us..."

"Stark, I'm an agent from the Department of Homeland Security. I suspect you are the real murderer of the Day of Mourning. Please cooperate with us..."

"Stark, I'm an agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I suspect it has a significant connection with the Day of Mourning. Please cooperate with us..."

Between the major departments, there was a young policeman in police uniform. Seeing these agents looking so aggressive, he couldn't help but shrink his head.

But he quickly gathered his courage: "Stark, I'm a police officer from the New York Police Department. Please cooperate with my investigation..."

Looking at the large group of people in front of me who are fully armed and clearly divided.

Cohen was stunned. What?

Stark was stunned, Fuck!
Ethan was also stunned, what?
Cohen came close to Stark: "Uh...personal suggestion, cooperating with the New York police might be a good choice!"

Stark turned his head and glared at him, looking at everyone in front of him angrily: "Dear agents... and police, I want to know why you arrested me, why am I related to the Day of Mourning?"

A group of agents looked at each other, and finally Sitwell stepped forward to explain.

“Mr. Stark, according to the information we have so far, the Baghlan Air Force Base was attacked by a Jericho missile!
There were three missiles in total for this experiment. One was used in the experiment, leaving two.

According to military records, the accident happened to you before control of the two missiles could be transferred to the military.

That means you are the only one who can launch those two missiles!"

Stark was furious: "You said I had an accident!

I was locked up in a cave by a group of terrorists and they are bullying me one by one. None of you bastard agents can save me!
Now that I've finally come back, there's a problem with the things the military is keeping, and you're here to find fault with me again?

Is there any justice in the world? Fuck! "

“Mr. Stark, the Jericho missile was a product you personally built.

It is hard for us to imagine that anyone could launch a missile without your consent or authorization!"

Stark's face was horrifying, and he waved his fists: "I'm naturally smart. If you can't crack my stuff, it just means you're trash, not that I'm a criminal!"

He turned around and pointed at Ethan: "I was imprisoned for so many days, all with him. Ethan is my witness!"

After he finished speaking, the agents looked at each other, and suddenly someone said, "Mr. Ethan, we suspect you are related to the Day of Mourning. Please cooperate with our investigation!"

"F--k!"

Stark’s face flushed and he was so excited that he seemed about to explode: “You shameless clowns and bastards are all scum and parasites raised by taxpayers!
I want to sue you, I want to pay 1 billion, I want you to die..."

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