New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 68 Stark: Daily Bugle, You Die

Stark woke up quickly after entering the hospital that day.

Without wasting a moment, he held a press conference in the hospital and announced the immediate closure of Stark Industries' weapons department.

Many reporters present at the scene had only one thought in their minds: Fuck, this guy is not physically broken, but his brain is broken, right?
But Stark's orders were carried out.

The weapons department was really shut down, and Stark Industries' stock price plummeted, even more sharply than when Stark disappeared.

But after being discharged from the hospital, Stark turned a deaf ear to the outside world and focused on the mecha.

With his intelligence and talent, he quickly developed the Mark 2 and Mark 3 armors.

Yesterday, after hearing that there were still a large number of weapons produced by Stark Industries in Afghanistan, he rushed there without stopping early in the morning.

On the way back, they were discovered by US radar and were directly hit by two missiles.

Although I managed to escape, my head is still buzzing.

But he never expected that as soon as he turned on the TV, Jameson from the Daily Bugle would give him the title of Human Canned Man!

Fake!

Has this little guy always been so mean?
I'm a hero who saves lives, yet you call me canned human meat?
Such a handsome iron man suit, such bright gold and red colors, you call me a can?

Blind!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. An idea popped into his mind: why not just buy the Daily Bugle and fire the boss!
No, he can’t be fired. I should ask him to praise me on TV every day!

Praising me for being... the Can Man?

Hiss, I should give it a good name, Armor Man?
Iron Man? Billionaire Man?
Why doesn't it sound good?

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the name Iron Man.

Hiss, why do I feel like I've lost something?
……

Cohen just returned to Emma Church and David told him that he had found where Frank was.

He paused for a moment, lost in thought.

Ever since his last trip to the Assassin's Brotherhood, he always felt that there must be something about the Creed in the system that he hadn't figured out.

This dead system doesn't even have any instructions for use, so he has to explore a lot of things on his own.

However, since he received the reward of [Spreading Creed] last time, he decided to continue doing this.

Since I have already taken the name of the Avengers, then...

Alias: Avengers, real name: Cult of Slaughter,
Leader: Cohen, Deputy Leader: Frank!
Official members: Wesley, Blade, pending members: Deadpool, X-Men...

The reason why Frank could become the deputy leader was that he could influence all members slowly by instilling the creed of killing and redemption!
Immediately, Cohen set out to look for his deputy leader of the cult.

……

In a small restaurant, Frank, who had just returned from working at a construction site, was enjoying a simple dinner.

Suddenly a man in black sat opposite him. It was Cohen.

"Isn't dinner too simple? Do you have the energy to fight?"

Cohen said with a smile, raising his hand: "Waiter, eight steaks, medium rare!"

"who are you?"

Frank's face was full of alarm.

Cohen glanced at the spoon in his hand and laughed: "Why, you want to kill someone with a spoon?"

He pointed to the old pickup truck parked outside and said, "Don't worry, I have prepared pistols, rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles and grenades for you in the car.

Let’s have a good time tonight.”

Frank was even more confused.

Cohen pulled out his cell phone and played a video of the Cerberus Operation that Frank had carried out a few years ago.

Until the video was over, Frank stared at the phone and asked, "How did you get this video?"

"How about we make a deal?"

Frank gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll help you get revenge, and you'll do things for me."

Frank was stunned. Cohen shook his head and said, "You have indeed killed the mercenaries who killed your wife and children.

But do you know why they do this?

Do you want to know who is the mastermind behind them and why you are involved in this conspiracy? "

Frank's hand holding the spoon tensed up, and a trace of blood welled up in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

“Tonight, I will take you to revenge and uncover all the conspiracies behind this.

After tonight, you help me, help me, save the world!"

At this time, the waiter came up with eight plates of steak.

Cohen unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork and ate heartily: “You can think slowly before I’m full.

If you decide to trust me, I'll give you two steaks.

It's exciting tonight, save some energy."

Frank was silent.

After a while, he suddenly picked up the knife and fork and started eating.

The mastermind behind the CIA drug trafficking case was William Rollins, director of the CIA's secret operations department.

He had a collaborator, Navy Captain Bennett, who was in charge of matters related to military remains in Afghanistan.

Only by colluding together could they complete the task of disemboweling the soldiers' bodies, stuffing them with drugs, and shipping them back to the United States.

However, according to the intelligence Cohen eavesdropped on in Afghanistan, this drug smuggling activity was an unspeakable secret within the CIA.

Anyway, everyone showed their talents. The unscrupulous ones used corpses, while the better ones used military ammunition and supplies for cover.

It was not just sent to the United States. All of America's allies had accepted this gift from the CIA.

In addition, they often produce and sell their own products and help brother units.

As the director of the confidential operations department, Rollins's whereabouts are secretive and difficult to control, but Navy Captain Bennett is much easier to find.

Taking advantage of the night, Frank attacked the house where Bennett was alone.

Crackling, gunshots rang out.

Bennett was protected by soldiers, and after a fierce fight and the loss of most of his men, he finally escaped.

But he was terrified.

Just now, Frank had put the muzzle of his gun against his forehead, forcing him to tell the truth about the operation in Afghanistan.

Fortunately, the soldiers protecting him rushed in and saved his life.

He rolled and crawled onto the bulletproof car and hurriedly shouted to the driver: "Go, go quickly, find Rollins, only he can deal with this guy!"

Bennett didn't realize that high in the night sky, there was a pure black drone watching him.

Cohen and Frank switched to an old garbage truck, which was inconspicuous on the streets at night.

"I told you, this guy is a coward. He will definitely run away to find William Rawlins who is behind this!"

Frank glanced at the tracking route on his phone and said, "How are you going to deal with Rollins, the head of the confidential operations department? He must have a lot of guards!"

At this point, he had been told the whole truth of the matter.

Cohen laughed and said, "Just charge in, there's no need for so many tricks.

Remember when I asked you to help me save the world?
Who do you think I want you to be saved from?"

Frank frowned slightly: "Is it... a terrorist, an ambitious politician, or a mad scientist?"

"Hahaha……"

Cohen laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Frank asked unhappily.

Cohen smiled and said seriously, "In fact, the enemies you are going to face are alien fleets, out-of-control artificial intelligence legions, Nordic gods who want to rule the earth, and the terrifying emperor who is wreaking havoc on the entire galaxy!"

"Gudu!"

Frank swallowed and said, Fuck, can I survive?

(End of this chapter)