Laura's Beautiful Journey

The man immediately spotted Matt hiding behind the pillar after he came in, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

He neatly changed the magazine of the M4A1 rifle in his hand and started shooting at the unconscious thugs on the ground.

"Do not!!!"

Upon seeing this, Matt immediately rushed out and tried to grab the gun from the man's hand.

When he got close to him, the mysterious man bent down to avoid his attacking hands, and then gave him a gun butt with his backhand.

"Ok?"

Based on his many years of practical experience in the U.S. Marine Corps, even a healthy adult man should have fainted after this hit, but this guy with wounds all over his body could still stand up staggeringly.

However, he was only slightly surprised. Then the man pointed the muzzle of his gun at the thug not far away and continued to fire.

Matt gritted his teeth and took a step in his direction, then his knees softened and he half-knelt on the dusty ground.

"Sir! Please put down your weapons immediately!"

At some point, Carlson came to the first floor and pointed the stun gun at the mysterious man.

"The maximum conductivity range of the Taser in your hand is seven meters. The distance between us is a full fifteen meters. Plus your hands are shaking all the time. Can it really hit someone?"

The man pulled out the empty magazine and threw it aside, completely ignoring the small movements of the two of them. Carlson heard his tone as if he was their instructor.

"Bang bang bang!"

Putting the rifle back on his back, the man took out his pistol and shot the last three thugs in the head one by one. His indifferent look did not look like killing anyone, but rather like he just killed a few chickens casually.

Carlson nervously held the Taser in one hand, and with trembling hands, he took the flashlight from his waist and shined it at him.

"You...you are the punisher!"

The mysterious man was wearing a black combat uniform with an abstract white skull pattern on his chest. Carlson had heard of this guy's name when he was training at the police academy.

Out of curiosity, he even checked this guy's NYPD file himself.

The Punisher is a white male, between 1.8 and 1.9 meters tall, unknown age, unknown name, and has extremely strong military qualities.

He has basically provoked all the gangs in New York, so many people have offered a large bounty on his head. However, it is said that the killers who took over this job have disappeared, but the figure of the Punisher still appears frequently. With.

Seeing this living legend for the first time, Carlson froze in shock, but Matt walked to the door and stopped in front of him.

"Stay out of my way, kid."

The Punisher's voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion, and his walking speed did not slow down at all.

"You saved my life. I'm very grateful, but you can't just kill them! You are not a judge and you have no power to deprive others of their lives!"

Matt moved his body and assumed a posture to face the enemy, and said in a serious tone.

"As long as you are guilty, you must die!"

Putting the modified M1911 back into its holster, Uncle Puny clenched his fists and faced him.

The battle lasted less than ten seconds and the outcome was decided without any suspense. Matt collapsed near the gate with blood in his mouth. There was a big hole in the iron gate, and the figure of the Punisher slowly disappeared behind the gate. In the rainy night.

"Hey! Are you all right?"

Carlson limped over to Matt and tried to help him up, but they both fell to the ground due to lack of strength.

The severe pain radiating from every part of his body made Matt extremely sober. Although the fight just now was short, he knew that even if he was at his peak, he might not be able to beat that guy.

The gap is too big. The martial arts that I am proud of are completely seen through in front of that person. Moreover, it can be seen from the previous perception that the other person is more accomplished in thermal weapons. In a life-and-death fight, he will definitely lose!

It rained all night and gradually cleared up the next morning. When a man walking in the morning passed by an abandoned factory, he saw three black vans and a police car parked outside. This made him feel very sad. It's strange, considering that this area usually only has homeless people staying here and there.

"Could it be that a poor ghost died inside?"

It has to be said that the curiosity of the American people is also very strong. The more the man thought about it, the more excited he became. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the video mode and walked towards the inside of the factory.

"OHMYGOD! Was there a war here last night?"

Bullet casings scattered on the ground, bullet holes in the car and walls, and corpses of gangsters could be seen from their attire.

The man became excited when he saw this and pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the scene.

"This scene is really big. It is definitely big news! This first-hand live video will definitely be able to sell for a lot of money!"

Soon, the morning news of the day aired the video recorded by this person. Even if it was coded, the tragedy of the scene could still be seen.

The citizens of New York were immediately shocked. We are here in the United States, not in the Middle East. How could such an appalling thing happen? Is there any royal law? Are there any laws? So it must be the negligence of the relevant departments! Nothing more to say! protest! parade to protest!

However, the demonstration team was divided into two groups. One group opposed this behavior, believed that the lives of criminals mattered, and demanded that law enforcement agencies severely punish the perpetrators of this "tragedy".

The other side supports this kind of behavior and believes that since the police cannot deal with these gang members, and now that vigilantes are coming forward, you should not force them. If you can do it, others will do it. If you can't, others will do it. The criminals should die. !

The end point of the parade route for both groups was in front of the New York City Hall. The result was self-evident. A large-scale fight broke out as soon as the two groups met. The violent scene frightened many rookie police officers who came to support them.

The arrival of the police added a catalyst to the chaotic scene, because both sides of the protest could not stand the police and felt that it was their incompetence that led to this incident.

So in the end, the two groups of demonstrators present attacked the New York police. As a result, the state government had to quickly activate the National Guard to disperse the crowd.

In an old apartment, Matt, who was covered in bandages, listened to the news broadcast on the TV and felt very upset.

Carlson was also watching relevant reports at his home at this time. He was much more shocked than Matt when he could see the TV screen.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Who?"

He glanced at the knocking door in confusion. This apartment was newly rented not long ago to be close to his workplace. He hadn't told his friends, family, or colleagues the address yet. Could it be that it was for sale?

After this incident, he became much more vigilant. Seeing no response from the door, Carlson quietly held a pistol in the drawer.

"Boom, boom, boom! FBI! OPENUP!"