A barrage of gunfire, accompanied by loud screams, resounded through the bar.

Frank Custer, wearing the skull-emblazoned blouse, was shooting at the bar with his submachine gun in hand.

This is not a serious place, although it has a business license, but at this time, it is just a stronghold of the gang.

Right now, only the bosses are counting the recent harvest.

The Punisher appeared in this place, not for justice, but simply for revenge.

These guys were all bastards who showed up in that park and participated in that tragedy.

The dense gunfire could not release Frank's anger, but after the screams gradually subsided, the guilt and anger completely flooded Frank's heart.

Frank refills the guns in his hand one by one for the guys who have fallen to the ground, and the drinks that have been poured on the ground due to the chaos begin to burn.

After Frank leaves, there won't be a single one alive in it.

Maybe after a fire, the rats inside will disappear.

When Frank leaves the ablaze bar, a team of men in black suits appears nearby.

"He didn't mean anything to hide, and the bullet casings were scattered all over the ground like this?"

"Alright man, he knows about our existence, and we'll just have to deal with the traces for him afterwards."

The two agents spoke expressionlessly, and the rest of the personnel had already begun to deal with the fire.

In the end, this revenge will be branded as an "accident", and then citizens will go to the front of the government to call for a boycott of the hapless fire department, and incidentally, the gang-run construction consumables company.

Two agents of apparent higher status watched their men busy, and then the place suddenly became a little quieter.

"By the way, what can you tell from the shells?"

"You can see his anger."

The topic ended again, and the people who cleaned up the scene began to leave.

The agents who were proficient in expression management came in a hurry and left quietly.

The fire engine sirens finally sounded, and by the time the fire was extinguished, all that was left of the place was ruins.

……

"Nick, I know it's not you, but what do you want to tell me?"

Frank was stuck in the way of a one-eyed black egg on his way out, and he was clearly feeling good when he had just calmed down.

So he was the first to speak.

"Frank, you know what you're doing."

No one knows how many life doubles Nick Fury has, but they are all Nick Fury's will.

Or, if these things are acting at the behest of Nick Fury, then there must be something to say.

"I'm taking revenge, and by the way, I'm giving these bastards some punishment, so what?"

Frank's expression was not very good, and he knew that every time his old comrade appeared in front of him, it always meant a lot of trouble for him to deal with.

"So, you made such a big battle? We are struggling. ”

"Come on, you old bastard always deal with things you can't even say, and this thing can still make you embarrassed by S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Frank wasn't going to save Nick Fury any face, and they didn't usually need to pay attention to these things.

"Your son is still alive......"

"I know, didn't you tell me about it? I don't owe you anything for using me for your purposes! ”

Frank rudely interrupted Nick Fury as he continued.

After Nick Fury talks about his family, Frank's mood suddenly becomes irritable.

He felt like he was going to get some trouble if he continued to let Nick continue.

"I need you to investigate Dugan, that old guy seems to be planning something lately, I'm a little worried."

"Dham Bomb Dugan? I'm not in the same system as you, and you're asking me to investigate this veteran? ”

Damm-Dan Dugan is also a somewhat famous existence in this world, after all, when telling the story of Captain America, he is always inseparable from the Roaring Commandos who fight with him.

Frank couldn't figure out what Nick Fury was up to, and investigating other people's news was never something he was good at.

"I suspect there's something on that mountain that deserves those guys' attention, otherwise my subordinates wouldn't have been taken command by Dugan for a few days."

"I don't want to know about you, it's all a nuisance to me, not a help."

Frank wasn't interested in Nick Fury's words.

"I told you about your son!"

"So I'm going to help you test that old guy who makes me feel like a silent volcano!"

Frank's tone was already very unkind, and he already raised the muzzle of his gun in his hand, as if he was about to shoot.

Nick Fury knew that this old fellow dared to do this, as if the two of them often attacked each other when they acted together, and this kind of thing was already the norm for Frank and him.

"I'm going to give you more help and make you spend less time gathering gang news, and you use that time to find Dugan."

Nick Fury stated his terms, and the next thing was to wait for Frank's answer.

There's no connection between Frank and Dugan, and it's ridiculous for him to investigate Dugan.

"I'm still the same, I won't get involved in your affairs, I'm just a soldier."

Frank pointed the gun in his hand at Nick Fury, his face grim.

"So, you'd better leave now!"

Nick Fury nodded his head, and his body slowly retreated into the shadows, before disappearing.

Nick Fury, the one-eyed man, is very good at this kind of thing, hiding and then suddenly appearing, and then suddenly disappearing.

This is said to have helped to add to his mystique.

So he's always elusive, but Frank is used to it.

Although he rejected Nick Fury's terms, he was somewhat concerned.

No matter how troublesome it was, Nick Fury would never ask him to intervene.

After all, when it comes to investigations, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are much more professional than his Frank Custer's methods.

And Nick didn't say what was being investigated, but Frank knew very well that whatever he investigated would throw himself into a whirlpool that would be difficult to get out of.

He also has a son, and he has to think about it a little more, preferably to avoid trouble.

The power that Nick Fury can wield is definitely second to none in this world, but it is obviously not so simple to make him dare not call on his subordinates to investigate.

Frank put the gun back in his holster and looked at the bright streetlights, looking a little gloomy.

Originally, he just wanted to live an ordinary life after returning home from the army, but now it has backfired, and he has embarked on a path full of killing.