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Bruno Costa is a bald man with sunglasses and a muscular build, who looks like a battle-hardened character.

At this moment, he was condescendingly looking at the few young people in front of him.

The men were all covered in bruises and blood, apparently having just been tortured. They were bound hand and foot, their mouths covered, and their faces were full of horror.

"Mr. Fisk has given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it." Bruno said slowly, "Say goodbye to this world." ”

"Send them on their way." With that, he waved his hand.

"Yes!"

A mob thug stepped forward, pulled out a silencer-equipped pistol and aimed it at the head of one of the young men.

"Hmm! Not! The man at the gun was so frightened that he was blindfolded and could not even say a word of begging for mercy.

"Smack-"

The silencer drowned out most of the sound of the pistol, and a bullet came out of the barrel, right in the forehead, taking his life.

Several of the tied men were killed, and then Bruno Costa gave an understatement order to his men to dump the bodies.

For Frank Custer, who lived through the war in Afghanistan, such scenes are commonplace, but his wife and children are clearly unable to adapt to them.

The wife was better, after all, she was an adult, but her face was pale: "Frank, let's get out of here quickly." ”

In contrast, the two young children were much more frightened, they didn't really understand the scene in front of them, but they were vaguely aware of what was happening: "Daddy...... They, are they killing? ”

Frank didn't answer, "Let's get out of here." ”

The family of four hurriedly got up and prepared to leave this place of right and wrong.

However, at this moment, a gangster thug was keenly aware of their movement and said to Bruno: "There seems to be someone over there!" ”

"Let's go!" Frank Custer hurriedly picked up the two children and ran into the distance.

"Smack!" The sound of gunfire through the silencer rang out again, and a bullet hit Frank in the back.

Frank screamed and fell to the ground.

"Frank!" The wife panicked and subconsciously leaned over to help.

"You guys get out of here!" Frank gritted his teeth and tried to push his wife and children away, but his badly injured body made it difficult for him to get up.

Soon, the family is surrounded by gangster thugs such as Bruno.

"Ah, isn't this Lawyer Custer?" Bruno also recognized Madame Custer and said with a smile, "We've met before." ”

Mrs. Custer hurriedly begged, "Please, don't hurt us......"

Bruno sighed, "I'm a benevolent man, it's a pity that you see things you shouldn't see, and you're still a lawyer, ma'am." I'm not going to let a lawyer who witnessed my murder leave alive. ”

Frank, who fell in a pool of blood, gasped: "Release, let the child go......"

Mrs. Custer also wept and said, "Mr. Costa, let the children go, they don't understand anything, they don't know anything, let them go, please!" ”

Bruno apparently didn't think so, shook his head, and then pointed his gun at the two children, pulling the trigger in quick succession.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"No—" Mrs. Custer tried to snatch the gun, but to no avail.

In the end, her actions only missed one of the shots, saving half of her daughter's life, while her son had already been shot through his young head.

"Mom, I hurt so much...... daughter said as she fell to the ground in pain.

Looking at her mortally wounded husband and daughter, as well as her dead son, Mrs. Custer was in despair.

Immediately, like a mad lioness, she screamed and rushed towards Bruno Costa in desperation.

"Bang!" But it was undoubtedly in vain, and a bullet easily terminated her movements.

However, this huge gunshot made Bruno's expression change, and he looked at the man who fired the gun: "Bastard, you didn't install a silencer!" ”

"Sorry, boss......" The accused gangster thug was a little flustered.

Bruno hurriedly shot the Caster family who fell to the ground, and then said: "Let's get out of here as soon as possible, the gunfire just now may attract the nearby police." ”

"Yes." A group of gangsters hurriedly left the place.

A few minutes later, several police cars arrived, and the officers got out of the cars and hurried to the Custer family.

"How are you doing?" The officer asked.

Mrs. Custer and her two children, however, were motionless, lying motionless in a pool of blood, with only Frank alive.

He moved his fingers tremblingly, pointing in the direction of Bruno and the others fleeing, and after a few seconds, he also closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"You guys get these guys to the hospital!" The officer commanded, "Let's go after it!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

Several police cars split up, one to take the Custer family to a nearby hospital, while the rest chased in the direction Frank pointed out in hopes of finding the killer.

They had good luck and intercepted the vehicle of Bruno Costa, who had not yet fled far.

"Stop, NYPD!"

"Damn it!" Bruno Costa cursed, but still had to stop, and although Wilson Fisk was his backer, it was obviously a stupid choice to be a tough cop.

The officer led the people out of the police car, told Bruno to get out of the car without saying anything, and then launched a search.

Soon they found a pistol and some blood-stained clothing, and said triumphantly, "Very well, you scum of New York City, get ready to go to jail!" ”

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Frank Custer moved his eyelids, then woke up suddenly, rolled over from the hospital bed, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The injury made him grin for a while, but he tried to break free from the needle and the hospital bed.

Hearing the voice, doctors and nurses hurried over: "Are you crazy, you just got out of danger!" ”

"My wife, my son, my daughter......," Frank said weakly, and was put back into the bed by the nurse.

"Now your task is to take care of your injuries." So says the doctor.

"What the hell is going on with them!" Frank asked as he glared and breathed heavily, causing the wound to bleed rapidly from the bandage, causing the doctor to panic.

"They, they're fine, don't get excited."

"Really...... Are they all alright? Frank calmed down a little and asked hopefully, his voice trembling slightly.

He longs to know the truth, but he is afraid to know the truth, afraid that the truth is not the one he fantasizes about.

"Really." That being said, the doctor is clearly not good at lying, and almost anyone can deduce the opposite from his tone.

Frank Custer clutched the bedding of the hospital bed, his body trembling, and the blood on the bandage rapidly expanded, making his already pale skin even more bloodless.

Immediately, the re-aggravation of the injury caused him to pass out again.

When Frank woke up again, there was a gray-haired man in a suit and leather shoes in the room.

"You're awake, Frank." The gray-haired man said lightly.

"Who are you?" Frank Custer asked, holding his forehead, his eyes closed in pain, his mind in a mess, dizzy, confused.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Wilson Fisk, and you can call me Cent." The gray-haired man said.