Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You're crazy! I won't kill you!"

"Then he must die."

"No! No one has to die! You don't have to do this! He deserves to die, but he shouldn't die on the streets, and he shouldn't die by your hands! He should die legally! If you do, we

What’s the use of our society? What’s the use of the laws we’ve worked so hard to establish!”

"Oh my God! Man! Don't you understand?!" Matt Murdock roared desperately in the rain.

The Punisher replied coldly: "It's all meaningless...and the thought of letting him live for one more minute is already driving me crazy."

"Don't you understand?"

Matt Murdock seemed to have been shaken from all the bones in his body. He collapsed on the ground and murmured to himself: "My God..."

"Think about yourself first, Murdoch. Do you want to shoot or not?"

The Punisher said casually while aiming at the bastard who just walked out of the bar through the eyepiece.

Matt Murdock was silent, so the Punisher reminded him: "He's out the door."

"No! You can't do this! Frank Custer! I can't let you kill him! You know I can't. Please, don't bring me into this situation."

Looking at his pleading appearance on the TV, Frank in front of the TV tilted his head slightly.

Ah, Matt. I didn’t bring you into this situation, you got involved yourself. Poor good man, why do you have to force yourself to deal with me?

The person on the TV was still shouting: "You can stop now! Listen to me, listen to me, okay! Frank! Frank!"

"I'm going to shoot." He received the cold and ruthless declaration of the Punisher, and then there was a click, and then there was a gunshot that penetrated the rain curtain.

Matt Murdock lowered his head and looked at the pistol in his hand, with disbelief on his face: "What happened?"

The Punisher stood up after completing his work. He came to Matt Murdock with a calm expression: "You shot, but I didn't give you a bullet. Lawyer, next time, remember to learn how to shoot before you come."

I."

"You don't have to kill me. When you wake up again, the rope will be gone."

After speaking, he raised his fist.

Frank continued to fast forward, one case after another, and one person after another he dealt with. Hero, criminal, and common person. In his long career, these three names were gradually replaced by obstruction, damn scum, and common person.

He closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa: "Is that all?"

The sofa shook slightly. He turned his head and opened his eyes. A dark figure was sitting on his right hand: "You are very tenacious."

"Thanks for the compliment." Frank said lightly. "Now, can you tell me something?"

"What's up?"

"What do I have to do to kill you?"

The humanoid's shoulders trembled. Although it had no facial features, Frank was very sure that it was smiling.

"Kill me? Hahahahahahaha, Mr. Frank, you are really funny. But, I don't think you can do it yet."

The sound on the TV continues to play.

"You think you're better than me?! You think you're a hero? You think you're on the side of justice?! Wrong! Wrong! All wrong! You're a serial killer! The Punisher! You're a madman! No matter you

No matter what you call it, you are committing massacre in the city!"

"What do you want to do? Huh?! Keep killing until we are all dead?! Would that make you happier? You twisted and perverted villain! You should shoot yourself in the head. That would

Let you find peace! You know it, Punisher! You know it! You are nothing but a zombie!"

"You deserve to die!"

Frank sat on the sofa with a blank expression. What could be worse?

No, not anymore. He was forced to sit in a damn, smelly little room. Then he had to watch what he had done, and there was an unknown thing sitting next to him.

Most importantly, it was noisy and chattering. And there was no way Frank could shut the thing up—he couldn't even touch it. His fingers would pass through its body like water.

It said: "I guess you must be very angry now, very angry, but there is nothing you can do to me."

Yeah, idiot, when am I not angry?

"Seriously, Frank, have you ever wanted to kill yourself for even a moment?"

all the time.

He stared at what he had done on the TV. He was fighting Spider-Man. Spider-Man, Peter Parker. A good guy, but he had a bit of a bad mouth.

"I've put up with you for too long, man! You're not the only one who has lost the love of his life! But you're the only one who turned it into an excuse for a murderous spree!"

Damn it, when was this? I can't remember which scene this was, that spider-web head has hit me so many times. Frank stared at the TV thoughtfully, wondering when this was

What happened, Spider-Man's next words made him think about it.

"But you crossed the line this time! You killed the police! You would have spared them before, so what made you kill them this time? Huh? Was it some guy's inappropriate joke?"

For God's sake, how on earth could he say so many words while still spinning and jumping while beating me up?

Frank was a little helpless.

glutinous rice

He has already remembered why he let this spider web head fight with him this time - it is obvious that there is a conspiracy against him. Kill a few policemen, leave his mark, and then put out a few smoke bombs.

...Only a fool like Spider-Man would fall for it.

However, although he is a fool, at least one thing is right.

I'm really looking for excuses.

Frank fell into thought.

I'm fighting a war, a war that has ended long ago, but I don't want to end it... When did this war start?

Was it in Central Park that summer? Yes. This war started when a bullet penetrated my daughter’s abdomen. When I arrived, her abdomen was already smashed. If you want to ask, I started from

What I learned during my military career, I can only tell you one thing.

The power of bullets cannot be resisted by the human body.

My lungs were also punctured, and I fell next to my daughter. When she saw that her abdomen was beaten to pieces and her internal organs were still squirming, the expression she showed was definitely not how a four-year-old girl looked at the world.

expression.

Yes, and my wife.

A bullet passed through her heart. Then she fell on her back on the lawn. Her blue eyes were still looking at me until the last moment. My breathing was like cutting glass, vomiting blood, pain, etc.

These are sweeping in.

So, every night after that, I will continue to fight. Once the war starts, it will never stop-unless one side dies. It will be Frank Custer versus the criminals of the entire world. If I die, the war will stop.

it's over.

It's that simple, but who knew that those bastards' things could actually keep me alive for so long...

Frank turned his head slightly and looked at the black figure. He asked: "Those people like me, have they also experienced this?"

"No, Mr. Frank. They didn't." The figure replied. "Most people cried with joy the moment they learned that they went to heaven, and were happy that their career was recognized by the Lord. Then their souls were thrown away by the angels

Go to hell and exchange things with the devil."

"The others will look at the angels with contempt, and some will spit on the ground - you can imagine their fate. Angels are not good people. You should know this very well."

"Yes, I know very well." Frank nodded.

"Only two people, two people, have ever talked to me. One of the requirements for talking to me is to keep the angels helpless until I am dispatched. You are one of them, Mr. Frank."

"Where's the other one?"

"He has no name, and he doesn't need that kind of thing." The black shadow replied calmly. "He thinks that he is just a shadow, a shadow of revenge. He avenges all the wronged souls in the world who suffered injustice and died."

"Sounds much nobler than me."

"What you do is no different than what he does, Mr. Frank. The only difference is that he uses a sword and you use hot weapons."

"Hmm." Frank groaned from his throat, indicating that he was listening.

The shadow continued: "I have to remind you, Mr. Frank. It's not that I want to lock you here - I'm just a weapon. Weapons are made to be stained with blood, and they are all held in different hands.

Here. The angels want me to kill you, and I have no other choice but to do it."

"So? We're going to have to sit here and watch my life from beginning to end hundreds of times until I'm bored to death?"

"No, normally, you would die the first moment you come into contact with me. But you didn't. So I used another method. I wanted you to press the button to release the demon in your heart, but you didn't press it either.

Go down."

The shadow shrugged: "So, we came here. I can't kill you, Mr. Frank. I have to admit it. So, let's just spend our time here."

There was a long silence.

Frank looked at the TV, and the black shadow had disappeared. He looked at himself in the picture, shooting and killing a large group of people, sweeping through the crowd with full-automatic fire, and suddenly said: "You know, weapons are meant to be held by people.

The one in your hand...Have you ever considered changing your hand?"

He received a chuckle: "I'm just waiting for your words."

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"Isn't it ironic?" He Shenyan said to the emperor. "A consciousness formed from human sins can actually be regarded as a good person."

"I've seen things much more ironic than this. There's nothing surprising about it." A smile appeared on the emperor's lips, and it was fleeting. But he did smile.

He said: "Did he pass your assessment?"

"Yes, he passed." He Shenyan nodded. "The full score test paper is not the way I thought. But who stipulates that there can only be one solution to the question?"

"What was your original idea?"

"The Punisher's old trick, kill all the sins and so on...use the fire I gave him. As long as he subconsciously thinks it is necessary, the flames can hurt the sins themselves.

.It’s a pity that he doesn’t seem to have this intention.”

"He used more violent methods." The emperor said noncommittally. "Use violence to fight violence, fast, simple, direct, and effective."

"Yes. So now, should we change the channel, or do you plan to watch him kill his way through heaven and then burn hell to the ground?"

"Keep it, I want to see how he does it. It will help me evaluate his combat skills and tactical level, and find a good position for him in the future."

He Shenyan chuckled twice: "What? Have you already made up your mind?"

The emperor stared closely at the man in the light curtain and said softly: "After his work is completed, I have to ask you to leave a small back door for me. I want to perform the operation on him myself."

"It's up to you - as long as you tell him the truth." He Shenyan shrugged, took out a black glass ball from his pocket and threw it to the emperor. "Be careful, I'm making that thing."

I added some ingredients."

"What material?"

"Hate." He Shenyan said.