Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Things always develop in unexpected directions.

'Kingpin', Wilson Fisk asked the driver to turn the car around, and he was rushing back to the place where the woman he loved lived. At this time, the anxious expression on his face was no different from that of other ordinary men.

"How on earth did he know about Vanessa?!" Kingpin roared, grabbing the collar of his bodyguard. "Check! Find out who leaked the news!"

There was a cold and cruel light in his eyes, which belonged exclusively to Kingpin and not to Wilson Fisk, a philanthropic businessman. Over the years, he killed many people with this look in his eyes, some with his own hands.

Some of them indirectly led to the death of their families because of his relationship.

By the time they came back, there were corpses piled under Vanessa's apartment. They were all his men, including the bodyguards responsible for protecting Vanessa, and the horsemen who were transferred by Kingpin after hearing the news. But now they were dead.

There are not many left.

The gunshots that started all the time have now become sparse. Many people in the surrounding residential areas tried to call the police, but often they only received an assurance that 'we will be here soon' after the phone was picked up, and then

, just waiting in trembling.

There were no police, there was nothing. They could only hold their heads and wait in terror at home for dawn.

Compared to their fear, the Punisher looks completely different. He grins and kills with a smile. Only when he is killing, will he smile so happily. His face is cold and rough, more like a face than a face.

The cold bark-like face was covered with a crazy smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

Gunfire erupted, bullet casings fell, and bodies fell.

He was the only one who still stood. No matter how many people came and how powerful the firepower was, they were all shot in the head with a precise shot from the two pistols in his hand. He never even wasted a second shot on a person. This kind of

The extraordinary precision was no different from that of a machine, but the smile on his face began to grow brighter and brighter.

Vanessa, who had been watching, knew that that was not an emotion that a machine should have - but it was definitely not an emotion that a human being should have.

How many people kill their own kind with a happy smile on their faces?

She didn't scream, she didn't try to escape. Even though she was only wrapped in a bath towel, squatting on the street in the New York night where the temperature was only a few degrees, with gunshots blaring around her, and a guy who didn't know if he was an antisocial lunatic was creating more corpses.

She just squatted calmly behind the pile of corpses created by the man and watched him kill.

Finally, the gunfire stopped - because all the people were killed. At the same time, a limousine swerved and stopped in front of him.

Two men got out of the car. The leader was a huge man wearing a white suit. His face was extremely gloomy.

"Frank Custer...look what you've done." He looked around and said word by word.

"You killed more than one hundred and fifty people tonight, what a ruthless executioner. Compared with you, those butchers in CIA are nothing." A sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on Jin Bin's face, his face was like a punisher.

He glanced expressionlessly at the woman behind the pile of corpses. Her expression changed slightly after hearing a familiar voice.

"You killed more than me."

He didn't try to shoot rashly - don't get me wrong, he had tried it a long time ago. But Kingpin's extraordinary physique was no joke. Small-caliber bullets had no effect on him. It was worse than a skin wound.

The skin was bruised, and now the only two pistols he had in hand were enough to deal with Kingpin's cavalry.

But to deal with him himself, something else is needed.

"I'm just a businessman. I'm running my small business. Who will get hurt?" Kingpin asked.

"You can keep this to yourself, Kingpin." The Punisher replied coldly. He pulled off his windbreaker and threw it on the ground, revealing the bulletproof vest with a skull pattern spray-painted on it and a dozen hangings hanging on it.

Fragmentation grenade.

Seeing this, Jin Bin raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that you are well prepared... Let me make it clear and tell me where she is. I can let you go today."

After he finished speaking, a small red dot lit up on the punisher's forehead. Kingpin confidently took the cigar handed to him by the bodyguard, and said in an unhurried manner: "You can't escape.

, Frank. While you were busy killing these people, the surrounding three blocks were already filled with people. You can guess how many snipers I set up."

"Escape?" The Punisher looked at Kingpin and slowly shook his head. He easily pulled Vanessa up from behind the pile of corpses. The woman bit her lower lip and refused to scream in pain. Even though the Punisher had already pulled her

The same goes for pinched wrists that are red.

Jin Bin's expression finally changed.

Vanessa stood in front of the Punisher, with him holding a pistol to her head. Jin did not choose to look into her eyes full of confusion and pain. He stared into Frank's eyes, speaking slowly but full of seriousness.

: "We can talk - Frank."

"What to talk about?"

"whatever."

The punisher laughed.

"I want your life, and you won't give it. I want you to turn yourself in and make the evidence of your crime public, and you won't do it. So why don't we speak up, Kingpin. Tell this woman who you really are.

Who and how?”

Vanessa didn't speak, she just looked at Jin Bing, and what she wanted to say seemed to be contained in her expression. Those eyes full of complexity stung Jin Bing's heart. He never thought that he would actually meet.

to such a thing.

But he is Kingpin.

So, the next second, he made a gesture.

Vanessa's head exploded on the Punisher's chest, and blood and brains exploded all over his face. Kingpin roared, and his huge body rushed towards him. His face was full of anger and sadness,

He was even crying.

Like I said, some people have to die.

Looking at Kingpin rushing toward him, these words flashed through the Punisher's head. He wanted to control his body to react and avoid Kingpin's attack. But he was only a mortal and couldn't do it in a second.

Move to another location instantaneously.

The consequences were obvious. He was pushed to the ground by the extremely angry Kingpin, and was beaten wildly by the latter. Every move of Kingpin was aimed at his vitals, such as his eyes, throat, and temples. Frank held his head with both hands.

, struggling to withstand Kingpin's inhuman strength. He only felt that the bones of his two hands were about to burst.

Now, he only has one chance to break the situation.

Kingpin was so angry that he could have let the sniper kill Frank directly, but he insisted on fighting him hand-to-hand. The Punisher was the best at finding opportunities, and he actually found the strength to taunt King during the beating.

and.

"It seems that you are very self-aware of yourself... Fisk, you didn't say anything hypocritical like I caused her to die. Because you and I both know very well that she didn't have to die because you didn't allow it.

As Kingpin, I killed her because of my own weaknesses, right?"

The Punisher was clearly being beaten by someone, but he acted as if he had the upper hand. His sentences were fluent, and his analytical psychology was extremely accurate, as if he was Kingpin himself.

Leaving aside whether he was telling the truth or not - let's see Kingpin's reaction.

He can't be said to be handsome. When a person's body is that big, no matter how delicate his original facial features are, he will be squeezed out by the flesh and lose his original spirituality. At this time, he opened his mouth wide and drool fell from his mouth.

He lowered his head, all the veins on his forehead were jumping, and his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Great, this is exactly what I want.

The Punisher, who had been watching him carefully in the gap between defenses, seized the opportunity of this moment, suddenly raised his two arms, and thrust them straight into Jin Bin's eyes with unquestionable speed - even small-caliber bullets could not penetrate Jin Bin.

He didn't think that his power could cause any harm to this monster.

This was the only chance, yes, for Frank Custer, it was his only chance.

But Jin is different. He has thousands of opportunities.

When Frank's fingers inserted into his eyes, the man's face revealed a sinister smile. He allowed Frank to dig out his eyes without moving an inch, then punched him with his backhand - snap.

With a crisp sound, the Punisher, Frank Custer, died.

Kingpin stood up unsteadily, and the bodyguard who had been waiting for a long time came up to him and handed him a glass of red wine. He drank it in one gulp, then took off his suit jacket, wiped his hands, threw it on the ground, and sat on it.

The car drove away, leaving only a cold word: "Take me to that doctor, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs."

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He Shenyan had thought that Frank would die, but he didn't expect that he would die so simply. However, considering his profession and his status, this is not surprising. He must have expected it himself.

But that Kingpin......

It's really scary.

Very few people can get such comments from He Shenyan.

The scary thing about Kingpin is not his strength. His somehow acquired muscles may be enough to deal with ordinary superheroes, but the mage is neither "super" nor "hero". He can squeeze it at will.

What really frightened him about the death of Jin Bin was Jin Bin's cruelty.

He is cruel to himself.

His love for that woman was genuine. From his mind, He Shenyan could clearly see his original plan. Jin Bing even thought about retiring early, clearing himself, and giving up all rights to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

.But when he summoned the snipers in the car, he gave an order that was completely contrary to what he had in mind.

With that gesture, the snipers were authorized to directly kill Vanessa if necessary.

As a result, Frank Custer lost any qualification to negotiate with Kingpin. Those horse boys who were constantly sent were also part of his plan. He had long known that they could not hurt the Punisher, but

That was not his purpose in the first place - what he really wanted was to use their deaths to hold Frank back.

Just hold him back so that he can't leave.

After Vanessa's death, his sadness and anger were genuine and not false at all. He scolded and made things difficult for himself in his heart... All these things made He Shenyan laugh out loud.

The most amazing thing about the whole thing is that Kingpin was a normal person.

His mental state is completely normal.

In other words, this man made the decision to kill his beloved while he was completely conscious. While cursing his cruelty, he cold-bloodedly ordered his men to kill her. He did not express his anger or blame

In Frank's case, on the contrary, he knew that the whole thing was his problem.

It was because he couldn't accept that Frank just traded Vanessa for the life of his subordinate Ma Zai and then walked away. It was because he couldn't accept Vanessa's expression after learning her true identity...

.

He Shenyan had to admit one thing. If his bottom line was lower, Jin Bin would be the one to inherit the gene seed in his hands.

But nothing goes as expected, and he is now sitting in Frank's cheap hotel. The headless body of Frank Custer, the Punisher, is placed on the floor. His body has long been cold, but fortunately his soul has not left yet.

His brown paper was spread out next to the body. The mage raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

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I am dead.

Frank Custer was clearly aware of this. From the moment Kingpin shook his fist at him, he understood that this was the day he was going to die. But unlike most people, he was not unwilling. He was completely relieved.

Frank Custer had no regrets about his life. He even wished he had died early.

Yes, I should have died long ago.

Frank Custer should have been dead a long time ago.

Not long after, a little light emerged from the dark world, and an oriental man in black robes sitting on a chair appeared in front of him. His hair was shawl-length, and there were stars in his eyes. He was handsome beyond imagination. There was also a gift in front of him.

Another chair.

The other person did not speak, but looked at him with interest.

After a long time, Frank decided to break the awkward silence. He walked to a chair, sat down, and said, "So, Death is an Easterner?"

"What? Are you a racist?"

"No, I'm not." Frank shook his head. "I hate everyone equally, white, black, yellow. Men, women, old and young, fat, tall or short. Straight or gay, I don't care. I even hate myself."

"It's a good joke." The Eastern man nodded and said with a smile: "So, in front of the God of Death, do you have anything to say?"

"No, just do it. I know that I am unpardonable, so hurry up and throw me into hell."

Frank said simply that he didn't seem to have any desire to struggle or see the souls of his family members. He was simply like an escort who wanted to skip foreplay.

"Don't you want to see your family?"

"It seems you know everything." Frank said calmly. "But, I don't want to. I am not qualified to see them again. I am no longer the person my wife and my children knew. From the day they died, I

Just the Punisher, not Frank Custer."

"Frank Custer is a man, a retired soldier. He is a father, a husband, and a son. But the Punisher..." He was silent for a while and uttered five words: "Just a monster."

A roster suddenly appeared in the hand of the oriental man-looking Death. He put on a pair of gold glasses in a serious manner, and then flipped through the roster: "There are many people who are more like monsters than you, Mr. Frank. You

Your sins are not worth mentioning in hell."

Frank frowned: "How could it be? I killed so many people."

"Yes, but you killed all damned people. Well... let me see, you killed 1,243 robbers and 924 rapists, including 300

Sixty were attempts. There are also countless gangsters, drug dealers, various psychopathic serial murderers with American characteristics, human traffickers, corrupt bureaucrats..."

He read out a long list of names as if reciting them, and then he closed the list. He smiled and said to Frank: "Let me tell you, Mr. Frank. This is really a great achievement. Even if these people are lining up,

Even if someone kills you, you will have to die for a long time. And you..."

The God of Death made a shooting gesture: "You just 'bang bang bang', and then 'bang bang bang', you kill them all. From what I can see, you basically kill them wherever you go."

."

Frank just listened expressionlessly. He waited until he was sure that Death had finished speaking before speaking.

He said: "Listen, Death. I am not as noble as you think and see. I am also an antisocial lunatic. I kill people just for psychological comfort. Do I hate criminals? Damn it.

Of course! Do you hate me so much that you want them to die? Yes! I wish every damn bastard would die a thousand times!"

His eyes widened, and a familiar gnashing expression appeared on his face: "There are not so many so-called reasons and damn justice, I just simply-hope-them damn people

Scumbags—all die!"

Death applauded his speech: "You are very candid, Mr. Frank. This is very rare, but..."

There was a calming power in his tone, but the words he spoke seemed absurd: "I have to tell you something, Mr. Frank. In view of your great achievements and your righteous act of eradicating sin, this

The court hereby declares that you are not guilty - you can go to heaven, Mr. Frank."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Frank jumped up from his chair, walked up to Death, grabbed him by the collar and shouted loudly. "Are you crazy?! I'm guilty! I'm guilty! Do you understand?

?! Throw me into hell quickly, or I will let you——"

"——What do you want me to do?"

The God of Death threw four words lightly, and he let go of his hand in despair. The man knelt down weakly and said in a very soft voice, "Please, I can't see them like this."

"

He raised his head, pointed at his face and said: "What shame do I have to see them again? What courage do I have to hug my wife and children again with hands stained with blood?"