The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 128 Building
The definition of the word "gossip" in the dictionary is: hearsay or news spread through informal channels.

Common sense tells us that the gossip that has been widely circulated before the storm is about to come is likely to be very consistent with the real inside story of the upcoming major event.

Especially for those news brokers who are used to living in the dark side of the city, it is easy for them to continuously gather fragments of vague information through various information channels, and gradually piece together a complete picture.

Frank Castor, or the Punisher, is not a qualified news broker—but he can use bullets and knives to threaten and blackmail those rat-like brokers to obtain information.

It was late at night, and this strong man with a solemn and bitter face had just finished a thousand push-ups, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and sat in front of the computer to check the intelligence emails. E-mail boxes full of stuff.

He pressed the mouse lightly, with the cold light of the screen reflected in his eyes, and scanned the text messages with ten or two lines at a glance.

"A vicious shooting broke out in Brooklyn last night, and the murderer is still absconding", "The number of missing persons in Queens has increased sharply, and the New York police have stepped up investigations", "The Statue of Liberty has exploded for no reason, and the restoration progress is nowhere in sight"

These messages seem to have nothing to do with each other, but with the speculations and conjectures from various brokers below the messages, the Punisher gradually pieced together the truth of the incident.

"Judging from the current riots, some uninvited guests have visited New York. They have a clear division of labor, well-organized, and well-trained. They rarely leave clues for tracing, and they have a strong purpose."

The Punisher's muscular and muscular arm held a sharp chin, squinted his eyes, and the delicate and meticulous brain under the rough appearance was running fast, thinking about something.

Ding dong, you have a new unread email.

Just as he was sending, he moved his gaze to the information bar with the red dot, and unexpectedly discovered that this new email came from his good friend, the disfigured mercenary Deadpool.

Because of their extreme temperaments, the Punisher and Deadpool treat the villains extremely rudely. Once they make a move, they will use the enemy's corpses and bloody seas as the background board to call it a day.

Such a blood-handed butcher will naturally not be accepted by other so-called "decent" superheroes, which makes the Punisher and Deadpool have a common language, and occasionally they will drink together and kill low-level criminals. .

When I clicked on the email, a short video of about 1 minute was loaded in it. When the play button was pressed, Deadpool's big head in a black and red hood filled the entire screen.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing lately? Honestly I miss the glory days of hacking with you last month, hope you don't mind when I replaced the last bullet in your revolver with firecrackers."

Deadpool still had that neurotic and cheap tone, shaking his head and saying: "In short, you probably know some news from your own channels, New York is not peaceful these days, so I advise you to temporarily Hide at home first, don't go out."

"Hehe." The punisher smiled indifferently, but saw that Deadpool on the screen changed from his foolish appearance just now, and put on a rare serious look, and said solemnly: "Listen, Brother Custer, I know you Not the type to be easily persuaded.

But you have to know that after all, you are just an ordinary person without any supernatural powers—I don’t mean to be sarcastic, but simply tell you that the successive disappearances of New York’s supernatural beings are definitely not the end, and there will be more deadly storms coming. "

After all, Deadpool in the video scratched his head, as if talking to himself, and whispered to the screen: "Dude, I have very few friends, I don't want you to die again, that's probably it."

The screen freezes and the video finishes playing.

The punisher stood up from the chair thoughtfully, walked to the window, and clasped the dirty glass window guide with his thick fingers,
Everywhere you look, you can see the bustling night scene of the city.

Counting the suburbs, New York City has a population of close to 800 million. Even counting only the city, there are 800 million people living in this 789 square kilometers of land.

Every day, the dark side of the city breeds crime. The gangsters living on the body of urban civilization are like parasites, sucking blood with sharp mouthparts to nourish themselves.

The punisher can rest, but the criminal cannot.

He sighed, closed the window, took off the black shirt with a pale skull printed on it from the coat rack, and put it on to cover up the densely packed scars from gun holes.

Tonight, he's going to kill someone.

The man's name was Jin Bing, who was originally just an ordinary criminal, but relying on his natural evil mind and cruel temperament, he cleaned up other New York gangs like a massacre, and eventually wiped out the entire New York, and even the entire city. The East Coast gang network coalesces and becomes the uncrowned king of the East Coast gang.

Countless black transactions were carried out under his control, countless bloody massacres spread in his territory, and countless wraiths and dead souls jointly forged the Skeleton Throne under his feet.

There are many people who hate Jin Bing, but very few have the ability to kill him. In addition to his strong physique that can be called the limit of human body, Jin Bing also has this extremely cautious will to survive. whereabouts.

Months earlier, the Punisher had been waiting for an opportunity to pinpoint Kim's location.

Now, after waiting for a long time, he finally arrived.

Jin Bing will definitely meet the West Coast gang leader from Gotham, Penguin, on the top floor of his own building tonight.

The Punisher doesn't care about what kind of sparks will come out from the collision of the two gangster kings on the east and west coasts, because once this opportunity is missed, the next time they want to kill the two may have to wait several years.

The Punisher can afford to wait, but the innocent struggling to survive under the tyranny of the Mafia Empire can't.

Therefore, he buried Deadpool's kind advice in his heart, fully armed, went into battle, pushed the door away, and broke into the cold wind alone.

On the way forward, the punisher had envisioned countless situations. He was familiar with the configuration of every armed force in the Jinbin Building, the practice of changing positions for armed security personnel, and every corner, ventilation duct, and emergency exit.
He is sure to break into the Jinbin Building tonight, kill a lot, and even get out of his body.

However, before he got close to the building, he smelled a sweet smell of blood from the noisy night wind.

Wails sounded faintly, and the punisher looked up. The towering Jinbin Building seemed to be shrouded in an ominous mist, turning into a vortex in the vast deep sea, intending to devour any victim who broke into it without authorization.

(End of this chapter)