The polar bear's brains and a few deputies quickly loaded the marauding woman into a van and drove away.

At this moment an old man with gray hair and a sturdy body came out of the villa, he picked up his large revolver, and shot frantically in the direction where the punisher was, until he ran out of bullets, and then he took a breath and stopped.

"Polar bears."

Mike saw the stout man through the camera, which was basically the same as in the photo.

"Damn, are you the Punisher? Do you think I'm going to be defenseless when you've been so active lately? I've called in more people from out of town, and now I'm going to squeeze your intestines out and use it to hang you in the bell tower! ”

A large number of gangsters immediately rushed over with guns in hand, and it was not even the kind of gangsters who rushed forward in a swarm between the actions, it seemed that except for those gangsters who were suspected of being soldiers, they were also well-trained, and maybe even professionally trained!

With the help of a blown mirror on the ground next to him, the Punisher saw this scene very clearly, and he couldn't help but grin, revealing an expression that resembled a smile and seemed to be mocking.

"Polar bear, or Giojani Blatter, it seems that you didn't leave behind your friends in the Yugoslav war, you brought them here with you and changed to a good industry."

As he spoke, the Punisher pulled out two oval-shaped objects from the bomb hanger, and he prepared to fight his life.

At this time, Mike spotted a fleeing van through his camera.

"I'm going to lose face if you run out of my eyelids like this."

Mike scurried out of the shadows, a few of which flew by, landing on the compartment of the van.

"Did the second brother hear anything?"

The gang member who was driving asked the co-pilot's brain.

"No, you drive quickly."

The think tank in the passenger seat was a little nervous, after all, the news he had received recently was related to the Punisher, and several small gangsters had been uprooted one after another recently, so there was no need to think about it, it must be inseparable from the Punisher.

Suddenly, a fist appeared in the window in front of them.

"Boom."

The punch smashed the window of the car directly, and the fist was aimed at the claw, crushing the neck of the gang member driving the van with a single grab.

With the driver's death, the van starts to get out of control, Mike throws the deceased driver out of the window, and Mike enters the driver's seat through the smashing window.

The think tank saw Mike coming in, and subconsciously raised his gun, aimed, and fired.

The bullet sparked a spark in Mike's chest, which was of no use at all.

Mike punched his backhand and hit the brain in the abdomen, and the sharp pain that instantly pierced directly activated the brain tank's human body protection measures, and he fainted directly.

Mike pulled over to the side of the road and opened the cargo box. The four gangsters in the cargo box, all with weapons in their hands, pulled the trigger when they saw the door open.

The bullet hit Mike's armor and crackled. Unfortunately, because the armor is mixed with a vibranium energy absorbing layer, these damage is ridiculous.

Mike pulled out 4 crosshair darts from his tactical bag and swung his right hand. The crossbow shot out and instantly sank into the throats of the four gangsters.

At this time, several women who had been knocked unconscious also came to their senses, and looked at Mike in the death knell armor outside the carriage and screamed.

"Get out of here."

Mike turned around, pulled the polar bear's brain out of the passenger seat, and spoke to the frightened women.

Randomly ran to the villa of the polar bear.

By this time, the Punisher had already killed more than half of the polar bear's men.

"Punisher, today is your time of death."

The polar bear let out an angry roar, and some of the people killed by the Punisher were members of the party who had gone through countless battles with him.

"You are guilty, and since the law cannot judge you, let me punish you for your sins."

The Punisher emptied a magazine again. He quickly switched to another one, then took aim and fired. Killed again a gangster who tried to attack while he was changing bullets.

This is his last magazine, though.

"What, aren't there enough bullets?" The polar bear looked at the punisher, who had slowed down the frequency of shooting, and smiled hideously.

"Listen, if any of you kills the Punisher, I'll give him a hundred thousand dollars."

Hearing the polar bear's words, the eyes of his men were almost red. Aren't they doing this for the beautiful knife that smells of ink?

Stimulated by money, the polar bear's men were once again full of motivation and burst out with stronger combat effectiveness.

Just as the Punisher was tossing and turning, using his fighting abilities to fight the gang members in close proximity, a man suddenly fell from the sky.

Officially the brain trust of polar bears.

At this time, everyone looked up and saw Mike, dressed in orange and black, standing on the wall.

"Who are you?" The polar bear looked at Mike, who was standing on the fence and pretended to be forced, and asked loudly.

"It seems that my reputation is not to be Mr. Punisher."

Mike leapt from the wall, his orange and black armor full of oppression.

"You may call me the death knell, and I am the bell that rings through the soul of the sinful."

Mike pulled out a tactical telescopic stick from behind his back and twisted it slightly. The telescopic stick, which was only the length of a forearm, instantly stretched to the height of a person.

Mike pointed his telescopic stick at the polar bear. "The death knell, ringing for you."

Although the main purpose of this operation is to find the punisher, it is more advantageous to set up a persona for yourself to attract the punisher.

"Ridiculous, you transvestites, let me die."

Polar Bear snatched an AK47 fully automatic rifle from his hand and pulled the trigger on Mike.

The muzzle of the gun spewed flames, and bullets rained down.

However, Mike calmly waved the tactical telescopic stick in his hand, and under the powerful dynamic vision of the Eye of the Blood Wheel, Mike saw the trajectory of all the bullets, and every time he swung it, he would knock several incoming bullets away.

"Click, click, click."

The polar bear emptied the magazine, but the bullets didn't even qualify for leaving a mark on Mike's armor.

The polar bear is desperate, he can't see a chance of victory, a person can shoot bullets, if someone had told him before today, he would have said that the person is bragging, but the reality is often so outrageous and nonsense.

"I ......" the polar bear let go of his gun and wanted to say something. Mike threw the tactical telescopic stick out of his hand, and the telescopic stick stabbed into the polar bear's chest and pinned to the wall behind it.