Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I have to admit, there are times when you really are a bastard who doesn't know your blessings, Tony."

Steve was lying on the sofa, and the coffee table was already covered with wine bottles. He drank more than a dozen bottles of beer, and he didn't feel drunk. He had enough need to urinate, and he had already gone to the toilet twice. Compared with his old god, he was

, Tony seemed a little weak. Comrade Iron Man was almost falling to the ground at this moment.

He said in a daze: "Wha... what? Why don't you know how to be blessed despite being blessed? Can you please stop speaking Chinese! Damn it, I haven't learned it long enough!"

Steve became interested. He sat up and repeated the sentence verbatim, even telling allusions. Tony's already chaotic mind became even more unbearable at this time, and he was stunned for a while.

Yes, I didn’t think there was anything strange about Captain America speaking Chinese.

Oh, Steve hasn't been Captain America for a long time, he's... what is he now?

Tony's brain seemed to be disconnected. He pointed at Steve's face and laughed. The latter felt confused: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, no, it's nothing..." he said out of breath, and then burst into laughter. "I, I just remembered a joke."

"What joke?"

"Ah, forget it, Steve. I'm pretty sure you won't find this joke funny. It's not suitable for an old timer like you." Tony suddenly stopped smiling and put on a serious expression. If you ignore

The way he tried to push up his sunglasses really looked like that.

His sunglasses are on the coffee table.

Steve rolled his eyes: "I'll just pretend you didn't say anything, egomaniac."

Not long after, he left Stark Tower.

New York is still the same New York, but it already has autonomy. Steve walks on the street and he has not seen homeless people in these years. Policy adjustments and various preferential treatments for poor areas and public schools have all been implemented in a few years.

It changed the appearance of this place.

If you go back to Hell's Kitchen now, you'd be surprised to find that it's become a beautiful neighborhood. God, Steve never thought he'd be able to apply the prefix 'beautiful' to Hell's Kitchen.

.

The night is also much safer. Nowadays, everyone can have a job and there is hope for hard work. Crime and profit-making has become a thing that only madmen would choose. Although there are still vicious cases, there has been a big change.

The New York police will no longer be left to their own devices.

They won't talk to you about personal freedom now, parole is guaranteed. After completely tearing off the false veil of the so-called free society in the United States, people suddenly discovered that telling criminals these things is simply fantasy - he treats other people's

If his life is threatened, what basic rights should I talk to him about?

If they catch you, just wait to go to jail. They will try their best to ensure that there is no unjust, false or wrong case, but they will never let any bastard who is caught have a chance to escape - stealing can be forgiven. But

If you commit murder or something like that, you can stay in jail for twenty years or so.

Frankly speaking, Steve is very satisfied with his current life. He did not become the Prime Minister of the Federation as people speculated. On the contrary, after ensuring the smooth disintegration of the United States and solving the civil war and various unrest elements. Steve

My husband immediately withdrew from the front line and did not covet any power.

To put it more bluntly: he ran away.

As luck would have it, the place he ran to was a big Eastern country next door. When this plainly dressed white man appeared at the Capital Airport, no one noticed him. However, a week later, he was eating hot pot in a certain Sichuan area and was full of food.

He was photographed while his head was sweating, which triggered a series of discussions and attention.

Steve had to contact Tony overnight to ask him to send him a digital mask.

Recalling that time, Steve, who was walking on the street, laughed, and smiled very happily. I won't go into details about what he did in that country, because we all know that the investigation is strict now. Moreover, I think you all

You can also guess it.

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Eyes are the most important tool for human beings to understand the world. They can even be without one. I mean, a person can have no hearing or taste. But no vision?

That must be very tragic.

Frank is now experiencing the feeling of being a blind man. Don't get me wrong, it's not that he has a fetish or a mental illness. It's just that he wants to refuse to 'see' the cruel scene in front of him.

He has realized that if he continues to look at it, he will definitely be the one who is crazy. And what will he do after he goes crazy? He dare not even think about it. And simply closing his eyes does not seem to completely block him from the idea of ​​​​wanting to take a look.

To avoid further trouble, Frank simply gouged out his own eyes.

Although his ears could still hear the movements of those tragic events, hearing them was better than seeing them directly.

However, what he didn't know was that the impact of the huge amount of human sin could not be eliminated by simply removing the eyeballs. If it were really that easy to avoid the impact, Seraph would not regard this thing as a tiger.

In the darkness, the sins born out of human beings began to stretch out their tentacles little by little until they could touch Frank's face - and then suddenly tightened, dragging Frank into their embrace. Frank only felt that he

He was dragged into the mire, unable to move even an inch.

There seemed to be millions of different hands around him trying to pull him down, trying to pull him into deeper sin. Frank could hear them whispering, and he immediately raised his hands to cover his own

ears, but... it was too late.

"I'm going to push the button!"

A man with a crazy look stood in the room and shouted loudly. He was naked and naked. His disgusting, sweat-wet chest hair was swaying as he jumped, which contrasted with his beer belly. Frank's face was expressionless.

Watching all this with an expression on his face, he knew that he was blind and should not be able to see anything anymore.

But the fact is that he saw it and saw it clearly.

He didn't know this man, but it didn't matter whether he did or not. Who cared? He only knew that this maniac-like guy was jumping up and down in this pure white room, swaying left and right.

The facial features on his ugly long face had been deformed by the ferocious expression. Despite this, he still held the button as if holding his own little brother, shouting crazily: "I'm going to press it."

!I’m going to press it!”

Then press it, idiot.

Frank thought.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly stopped. He stared at the place where Frank was standing, and his hideous and ugly face suddenly calmed down. He stared at Frank as if looking at a ghost: "You want me?"

Press it down, sir?"

Press it. What bad things can happen with this button?

The man smiled: "Bad thing, no, no, no."

He began to stutter, and the words began to flow out of his mouth one by one, like the second hand of a clock, boringly precise and dull. Frank heard him say: "On the contrary, on the contrary, good sir,

My dear sir! This is a great joy, this is a treasure!"

What baby?

"Don't you know?" The man jumped up from the ground in surprise, and then fell to the ground. The back of his head was broken on the ground, and blood and brains gushed out. The dull eyes were still staring at Frank.

, reminded him of the first elk he hunted. At that time, the deer looked at him the same way.

The difference is: he gave the elk a good beating and never hunted again. As for this man?

He kept watching him die, and then picked up the button from his hand.

A light suddenly lit up in the pure white room, shrouding him in it. Frank heard a rich male voice say in a broadcast accent: "Welcome, welcome! Great hero Frank Custer! Welcome to our little place!

Do you still like the guy who just died?"

I don’t like it very much, just like you.

"Ah, that's such a pity." The voice smacked his lips, and then said: "Do you want to press it down?"

none of your business.

"Oh! Such a Punisher style! But, listen to me, you really have to push this thing down, Frank."

Don't call me that.

"What do you mean? Call you the Punisher, or Frank?"

Frank stared at the button in his hand. The bright red button was placed on a white base. It looked absurd and ridiculous, like something that popped out of a cartoon. Just like in "Tom and Jerry"

The nuclear launch button is generally laughable.

But the problem is, the reason why people laugh when they see nuclear bombs being launched in cartoons is because they know that no one will die.

But what about this? If I press it, will anyone die?

"No, no, no, no one will die. In other words, no good people will die, Mr. Frank." The baritone became polite again. "Only the bad people will die, and they will die one after another.

You'll be sent to hell - if you press this button."

Gu Huan

I've been doing this for many years.

"Ha! Yes, Mr. Frank, you have been doing this job for many years. But you have never really eradicated crime, have you? You have killed thousands of gangsters, drug dealers, rapists, perverts,

Human traffickers. But you have never really kept these crimes away from the city, and now, a perfect opportunity is in front of you!"

"Think about it, think about it, Mr. Frank. As long as you press this button, all evil in the world will be eliminated. No one will be hurt again, and no one will just take their wife and children with you like you."

You went out for a picnic and were shot and killed simply because you stood between two gangs."

Shut your fucking mouth.

The baritone voice didn't care: "You're very irritable, aren't you? Hahahahaha, but it's understandable. In your line of work, you're always so irritable."

What's our business?

"Yes, Mr. Frank, you don't think you are the first person to think of using violence to fight violence, do you? There are many men and women who have joined this industry before you. Well, let me

have a look......."

Not long after, a gap suddenly opened in the pure white wall to Frank's left, and a woman's face emerged from it. She was not beautiful, but that look was all too familiar to Frank.

The eyes of an avenger.

The voice said proudly: "Look at her, Mr. Frank. She is one of your seniors. She takes her work very seriously and does it well! It's a pity that she didn't choose to press that button."

Then what?

"Then she died right here!"

Hehe. Frank showed a sarcastic smile.

as expected.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's face was replaced by another white-haired old man. He had a resolute face and a shaggy beard. He wore a cowboy hat on his head, and the hatred radiating from his eyes was as real as the light.

"This is also one of your outstanding seniors. Let me tell you, Mr. Frank, this is a good guy! He is a Western fast shooter who has seen a ghost. After his wife and daughter were brutally murdered, this old guy picked up the gun again.

With a gun, he returned to his old profession as a bounty hunter. The difference is that he used to kill people for money, but now he does it for revenge."

How many people were killed?

"Many, many. Let me see...five thousand? Maybe, but they can't kill as many as you! You're the biggest executioner here, Mr. Frank!"

I've heard enough of your nonsense. What the hell are you?

"I?"

The voice laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room, making Frank's eardrums hurt. He heard: "I am the thing you hate the most! I am the sum of all human sins! I am held by the hands of angels in heaven.

Forged! Made from a deal between the souls of good people and the devils in hell!"

"Isn't that ironic?" it said.

Yes, it is indeed ironic, and do you know what the most ironic thing is?

"What is it?"

Frank didn't speak anymore. No matter how many times the voice asked him, he never spoke again. He held the button in his right hand and never pressed it.

You know, silence can mock people - and not only mock people.

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"The Punisher is clearly a man with far less natural power."

"He lost his humanity a long time ago. He is the character represented by the skull pattern on his uniform. It is a distinct symbol."

"He is like a spirit of vengeance that wanders in the hearts of criminals like a virus. He has fulfilled our society's initial need to judge and punish those who have committed the most heinous crimes."

On the TV, the host of the show was talking about some metaphysical and psychological nonsense, but the man sitting in front of the TV was not in the mood to listen. He was not handsome, and he had no special charm, but he could make people think of death.

If this isn’t Frank Custer, who else could it be?

"Get me into this room and let me watch an analysis of myself on a TV show... Is that all you can do?" he said sarcastically to the ceiling, and then took the

Turn on the remote control and change channels.

However, all the TV stations are playing this show. This show is called "The Punisher".

"You want me to keep watching?" Frank laughed again. "Okay, bastard. Then let's watch my fucking life."

On the TV, the host's face was replaced by a skull and disappeared in an instant. A long and smelly advertisement about booking a coffin began to play. Frank waited patiently until the advertisement disappeared and the program officially started.

The show begins with his childhood.

However, Frank was not in the mood to watch this. He fast forwarded to a rainy night many years ago, when he was on the roof of a building in New York, holding a sniper rifle, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Behind him, there was a man tied in place. He was wearing a red tights and had two short horns on his head.

Frank knew him, that was Matt Murdock. A good guy, a damn good guy, a good guy who was trying to stop him all the time.

He has a good memory, so he still remembers what he did this time.

It was 1998. He wanted to kill the Mafia boss in New York at the time, but the bastard went too far. He recruited troops and the city became a mess.

So he started from the bottom, no, or should be said to kill from the bottom.

Step by step, he cleared out that bastard's influence. Finally, at the last moment, when he could pull the trigger, Matt Murdock came to disrupt the situation.

To put it in layman's terms - he was beaten up by this bastard, and while he was beating him, he said what he had said a long time ago, either 'you should let him be tried by the law', or 'even if he is guilty, you can't go around like this'

kill!'.

Frank still remembers what he was thinking at that time. He remembers it very clearly. What he thought was: Fuck you, I should shoot this bastard in the street.

However, he seized an opportunity and knocked out Matt Murdock. This was his weakness. He would not kill Frank, but Frank would. Then Frank tied him up and held him in his hands.

He put a revolver inside, tied it tightly with tape, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at himself.

When he wakes up... the show begins.

On the TV, the man in red looked shocked. He knew what he had in his hand, but he didn't understand why the Punisher did what he did.

So, the Punisher said: "One bullet, one shot. One chance to prevent me from killing him. As you said, everyone has the right to make a choice."

He turned around, set up the sniper rifle, and began to take aim: "You can't run away, and you can't throw away the gun. I'm wearing a body armor, but not a bulletproof helmet. I will turn my back to you, you can try

Stop me - aim for my head."

"Wait a minute——"

"If you fired, you were a murderer. If you didn't, you would be guilty of his death, a death you could have avoided. Now, it's time to make a choice.

"

"What choice? What choice is this?"

Rain fell from the sky, dripped from the mask of the man in red, and fell on his trembling lips: "What the hell is this choice?!"

Frank turned back slightly and answered him calmly: "A choice I make all the time."

Frank stared at this scene in front of the TV, as indifferent as if he was watching another person's experience.