American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 404 Allen Meets Punisher Again

Gunshots, blood splatter, screams, roars...

After a few moments, the deafening gunfire finally stopped.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, mixed with a faint stench of blood.

Allen silently witnessed everything.

I still couldn't figure out why the two sides were fighting each other for no reason.

Ultimately, the assassins had the numerical advantage, and the hotel staff were all brutally killed by gunfire.

The surviving killers all had some kind of injury on their bodies.

They didn't stay any longer and helped each other out of the hotel.

After all, the mainland hotel has other staff such as cleaners, repairmen, and chefs, who are undoubtedly all former assassins. Once they are caught, they will have no chance to survive.

Puff puff……

As soon as they stepped out the door, one after another, they were shot in the head and died.

Suddenly, I remembered that there was a sniper hiding outside the hotel.

At this moment, on the rooftop opposite the Mainland Hotel.

A mature, muscular man set up a sniper rifle and locked his sights on the hotel entrance through the scope.

Pooh!

The burly man spat out the cigar from his mouth and said disdainfully, "Criminals should all die, not be protected by the law."

"Tsk... Uncle Fa, how can you be so unhygienic, spitting cigarette butts everywhere?"

Suddenly, the burly man reached for his waist, pulled out a pistol, and aimed it in the direction of the sound beside him.

Before anyone knew it, Allen had already reached the rooftop.

As it turned out, I ran into someone I knew.

By the moonlight, one could clearly see the white skull pattern on the burly man's chest; it was none other than the Punisher himself.

Of course, the version of the Punisher that Allen knew in his own universe was the cosmic Ghost Rider version, while the Frank in front of him was still a mortal.

However, an anti-hero who claims to be a mortal but is comparable to a god must have extraordinary abilities.

"Who are you?" Frank asked in a deep voice.

He was certain he didn't recognize the person in front of him, and the fact that the person had appeared beside him so silently startled him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I am Allen, we met in other universes."

Allen asked cheekily, "What are you playing?"

"Don't come any closer, or we'll shoot."

Frank doesn't believe in the nonsense about other universes.

The person who can approach silently must have extraordinary abilities. We must be 100% vigilant when dealing with such people. For example, we must be absolutely ruthless and decisive when hunting down mutant criminals.

"I bet your gun isn't loaded." Allen squinted.

Frank was startled, wondering if it was some kind of mutant ability. Just as he was about to look down to check his gun, he saw an extra hand appear from the gunshot.

Suddenly looking up, Allen appeared before him like a ghost.

"I surrender."

To Frank's surprise, his opponent did not launch a further attack, but instead raised his hands and stepped back.

When he raised the pistol again, he was horrified to find that the gun was twisted and deformed.

Such great strength.

Frank wouldn't dare to distort the shape of the gun body, which was made of stainless steel through a one-piece stamping process.

Moreover, the other person's expression remained relaxed, not like they were exerting force.

In a moment, I roughly estimated the gap between the two sides in my mind.

In short, crushing him is as easy as crushing an ant.

"What exactly do you want?"

Sweating beaded on Frank's forehead; the more unclear he became about the other party's intentions, the more uncertain he felt.

Allen helplessly shrugged to show that he wasn't carrying any weapons and there was no danger: "Uncle Punishment, I'm not a bad person, there's nothing to be afraid of."

You don't seem like a good person either.

Of course, giving up resistance was not in Frank's nature. His hand was already reaching for the dagger, ready to fight to the death.

"Uncle Fa, why did you shoot the hotel owner in the head?"

In Allen's memory, Winston was more or less a hotel owner.

"None of them deserve sympathy; they're all deserving killers and criminals who deserve to die," Frank said bluntly.

Punishers believe in the principle of violence for violence and never show leniency towards criminals. The only truly effective solution is to completely eradicate them from the world.

From a cinematic perspective, Winston can be considered a positive character, after all, he helps the protagonist escape danger.

From a realistic perspective, everyone, including the protagonist, should be put on trial.

"Isn't there a chance to turn over a new leaf?" Allen asked earnestly, tilting his head.

"Can you give innocent victims a chance?" Frank asked rhetorically.

Indeed, assassins who stop at nothing to kill their targets inevitably sacrifice innocent civilians. Although no one will remember their names, the blood debts are real.

This is why the Punisher's style of avenging innocent people and using killing to stop killing has won the hearts of many viewers.

Frank had investigated the High Table Council beforehand and, taking advantage of the opportunity to hunt down John, deliberately set up a scheme there, aiming to make them kill each other.

"Uncle, you're going too far."

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen turned around and said with a sly grin, "However, I really like it."

"..."

A chill ran down Frank's spine, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

What if the other party is a damn pervert, and you can't fight back?

What should we do?

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced down at the rooftop and saw that it was at least ten stories high.

A leap would surely result in certain death.

If they don't even spare the corpses...

Frank shuddered at the thought.

"Uncle Punishment, have you caught a cold?" Allen asked with concern.

"I didn't, don't come any closer."

Frank took a step back, drew his tactical dagger from his waist, and wore an expression of resolute defiance.

"Let's get down to business."

Allen proposed righteously, "How about we team up to punish evil and uphold justice?"

Having just arrived and having no one to rely on, I eventually need to find a long-term meal ticket.

I was initially considering John, the jinxed loner, but now it seems Frank is a better fit.

After all, the experience required to level up is becoming increasingly vast, and it's estimated that an ordinary killer can only contribute a negligible amount of experience points.

Conversely, the punisher may have considerable information.

"Not interested."

Frank resolutely refused; he was not one to compromise easily, and his tough-guy image was not just for show.

At this, Allen became displeased, his expression no longer friendly, and he questioned, "Did you just shoot me in the head?"

If soft tactics don't work, then a hard approach has to be taken, and old grievances have to be brought up again.

If he hadn't hit the top hat, Allen would probably be cosplaying as Melancholy right now, heading to the underworld to beg Hela for affection.

Frank admitted that it was indeed his mistake to misjudge the position of his skull, otherwise his brains would have been splattered everywhere.

"If you don't agree to team up with me, I'll...hehehe..."

As he spoke, Allen's sly smile grew even wider, his shoulders bobbing up and down with each laugh, making him look utterly perverted.

"Stop talking."

Frank raised his hand and replied, "I agree."

He didn't want to be ashamed to face his wife and daughters in the afterlife, so he had no choice but to compromise and preserve his chastity.

Of course, it was all Frank's misunderstanding.

Those who know Allen well know that he has always been a bit neurotic.

(End of this chapter)