Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

So they happily began to enjoy it.

This day was both ordinary and extraordinary.

Matthew, Gwen, and Carrie all enjoyed this ordinary yet happy day.

Some people were just very unhappy and extremely angry.

Finn Cooley, the de facto ruler of the Irish mafia and a former IRA terrorist in Northern Ireland, is ruthless and skilled in torture.

As the head of a gang, he wielded immense power, controlling the lives and deaths of countless people.

But he never imagined that his son would die.

His most beloved son.

The only son.

He died in that damned underground club, killed by the Punisher.

Finn was wearing a dark long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned, with a black tight-fitting undershirt underneath, and dark cargo pants on his lower body.

He was over forty years old, but he was very burly and strong. Due to years of fighting and gang warfare, his muscles were very firm and his shoulders and neck were thick.

His face was rough and fierce, inspiring fear in those who looked at him.

He was standing in a bar, which was empty of other customers, and the orange-yellow lights made it seem somewhat cold and gloomy.

Besides Finn, he was accompanied by his trusted henchmen, several core members of the gang, his most trusted enforcer Rory, his nephew Peter Cooley, Maginty, and the only female leader, Brenda.

"Kelly is dead."

Finn remained expressionless, took a sip from the thick-bottomed glass of whiskey, and spoke without a trace of emotion, as if the one who had died was a stranger.

But everyone present was well aware of Finn's inner turmoil and murderous intent.

So no one spoke.

Because none of them wanted to offend Finn, their unpredictable boss.

“Died in the massacre at the underground club, died at the hands of the damn Punisher.” Finn roared as he finished speaking.

The furious voice was like the roar of a lion.

It exploded in everyone's ears.

“Uncle, I will bring men to catch that guy. We found the only survivor from that night, and we learned from him that the Punisher was injured.”

Finally, it was Finn's nephew, Peter, who spoke up.

The voice was fierce.

But Finn interrupted him: "No, I'm going to lead the team myself. I'm going to capture him alive, tear him to pieces, and make him wish he were dead."

"Send out your hands, scrape the Punisher out for me, and then tell me."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, everyone turned and left immediately.

Their departure signifies that Hell's Kitchen will once again be engulfed in a new storm.

Finn stood still, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected, and a deep, resonant voice came from the other end.

"Finn."

"Kingpin, my son is dead."

My condolences.

“You know what I’m going to say,” Finn said coldly.

In Hell's Kitchen, the Irish mafia wields considerable power, but they are far inferior to Kingpin. He knows very well that Kingpin is the true mastermind behind Hell's Kitchen.

Finley had previously harbored considerable fear of Kingpin.

Fortunately, Kingpin doesn't seem to care much about the other gangs in Hell's Kitchen. As long as no one provokes Kingpin, he acts as if they don't exist.

The two sides have kept to themselves and their respective areas of business.

But now it's different.

His son is dead, and his plan to expose the Punisher will inevitably attract the attention of other gangs. He doesn't care about the other gangs, but he has to inform Kingpin.

"That's your business. If you can find that guy and kill him, I'll be happy too."

"However, you'd better be smart and provoke some people that even I can't afford to offend. I'll personally crush your bones and make them pay for it."

Just as Finn thought, Kingpin didn't care about anything and was even happy to see Finn kill the Punisher.

But that last sentence gave Finn a jolt.

Someone even Kingpin couldn't afford to mess with?

What does it mean?

Chapter 193 Luke Cage's Admiration and Jessica Jones (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

On an old living room sofa, Frank slowly opened his eyes, but the instant he opened them, he became suddenly alert and instinctively reached for his gun.

But it turned out to be empty.

"you're awake?"

Just as Frank was about to get up, a deep voice came from beside him.

Then a strong-looking black man wearing a black T-shirt and jeans walked over.

The other person was holding a glass of water.

Frank stared coldly at the other man: "Luke Cage, I've heard of you."

"I've heard of you too, the infamous Punisher. You've caused quite a stir these past few days."

Luke Cage ignored Frank's wariness, handed him a water glass, and sat down opposite him, appearing completely unsuspecting.

Frank took it, slowly sat up, and glanced down at the bandages wrapped around his body.

Having been through countless battles, he could sense that the bullets that had been left inside his body had been removed.

It was obviously done by the other party.

Luke saved himself.

"Thank you, I have to go now." After a moment of silence, he finished his water glass in one gulp, grabbed his Punisher suit from the sofa beside him, and prepared to put it on and leave.

But Luke spoke again.

“You’ve caused quite a stir; it’s not wise for you to leave now.”

Frank paused in his dressing, but continued. Once he was dressed in a suit with several gun barrels and skulls drawn on it, he saw Luke holding a phone in front of him.

He picked it up and glanced at it.

The phone showed news about the Irish mafia's underground club that committed massacres.

“NYPD, the Irish are all looking for you like crazy.”

Luke said in a low voice.

He disliked killing, so he didn't particularly like the Punisher's style, but he had to admire the Punisher's willpower and fighting ability.

Luke could tell that the Punisher was just an ordinary person.

Due to an accident, Luke awakened his abilities, gaining superhuman strength, speed, and invulnerability.

But the Punisher had nothing but weapons.

To single-handedly and continuously confront the Hell's Kitchen gang requires courage, boldness, and the ability to execute—qualities that few possess.

So when Luke unexpectedly found Frank unconscious and saw his signature outfit, he brought him back.

“I know, I’m looking for them too.”

Frank was not afraid, because his heart had long since died, so he felt no fear.

His heart was filled with nothing but revenge.

It is a killing machine driven by revenge, killing all the most heinous sinners.

“You’re being hunted down everywhere. Besides the Irish, other gangs are looking for you too. They’ve put a bounty on your head, and you’re seriously injured. Going out would be suicide.” Luke couldn’t bear to see the Punisher die like that.

Frank listened to Luke's words and nodded silently.

His fearlessness doesn't mean he enjoys throwing his life away.

Unless it's a certain death situation, he'd be willing to take a group of people down with him, but if he can avoid death, Frank would rather live.

As long as he lives, he can send even more damned people to hell.

only....

“They’ll find this place sooner or later based on my trail, and I’ll implicate you.” Frank frowned.

"Perhaps I can ask someone for help."

Luke thought of someone and said somewhat uncertainly.

"Who?"

"A girl."

Luke thought of the girl he had met before. She also possessed superhuman strength. That night, he witnessed her stopping some thugs from robbing a mother and daughter.

Luke helped, and the two met a few more times afterward.

He was even helped by a gang when he broke into one.

So the two exchanged contact information.

Luke retrieved his phone and made a call.

After a while, the call was finally answered, and a lively voice came through.

"Hey, big guy, what brings you to me all of a sudden?"

Jessica.

Upon hearing this voice, Luke, a man who was usually taciturn, smiled.

Yes, it is Jessica Jones.

Luke has a strong liking for Jessica.

But Luke seemed to hear Jessica panting?

This gave Luke a sudden, very bad feeling, and his expression immediately became somewhat complicated. Frank, who had been watching Luke intently from the sofa, looked puzzled.

Is there something wrong?

Although Frank doesn't care about many things, he's starting to get a little interested now.

Frank decided to watch the show.

So they pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Um, what are you doing, Jessica? Haven't you come back yet?" The big, honest-looking man didn't know how to ask, and was a bit tongue-tied.

Actually, Luke had called Jessica a few days earlier that night in Manhattan.

Jessica said she left New York to join a very powerful organization, but she didn't specify what it was.

This left Luke somewhat disappointed at the time.

"I'm training, big guy. You'll be really surprised by how much I've changed when we meet again, haha." Jessica hadn't experienced any more misery; she was just a carefree, slightly temperamental girl.

Naturally, she didn't realize that Luke, this big guy she'd only met a few times, had actually developed feelings for her.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Jessica, but this time I’m here to ask for your help.”

"Hmm? What's wrong?"