(Note: It's a longer easter egg, if you want to have no movie later, you can still deduce, a lot of foreshadowing has to be buried in advance, forgive me)

It rained profusely, and the gloomy sky occasionally flashed with thunder.

Two men in hooded sweatshirts stand on the dock in Queens, New York, with carbines.

"You're a stupid X, the boss wants ten girls, not nine!"

"Hey, buddy, you're not right to say that, look at what that bitch has scratched my face."

"Then I don't care, the boss wants ten, you have to give me ten!"

The man in the white sweatshirt approached the man in the black sweatshirt and forced him something: "Help, buddy, be accommodating." ”

The light was too dim on a rainy night, but there was no light near the pier, and I really couldn't see what it was.

"Alright, Sunday delivery, you've got two days to refill a new bitch."

"Thanks, brother, please go back and take care of yourself."

"Come on, don't think we're doing things under the banner of Stark Industries. If you poke the basket, everyone is done! ”

Bang~

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, revealing the figures of the moored ships.

"You've got to finish the fun now!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men in sweatshirts were shot in the head by a pistol equipped with a silencer.

Bang~

Once again, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the white skeleton on the chest of the man who shot him.

Staring at the nine girls trembling in the cabin, the man opened the hatch: "Let's go." ”

The rain continued to fall, and the man quickly climbed up to the large warehouse of the dock with a hook and lock, where a group of people were trading.

Wearing a suit and sunglasses, it is a gangster standard.

There were two lockboxes on the table, one unopened, and the other with a small half of a missile warhead.

Outwardly, it looks a lot like the Jericho missile that Stark Industries has discontinued.

"You cold-blooded Serbs are pretty happy, give them to them."

One of the minions opened the only remaining box and looked at the other man, the box stuffed with dollar bills.

"Kill a few of your suspected mutinous subordinates, and you can hug Stark Industries' thighs, your boss is really a fucking genius!"

"Haha, it's a pleasure to do business with you. Please tell your boss on my behalf that we have a lot of good stuff in our hands and he will be interested. ”

Boom!

The transparent skylight suddenly burst open, and a man in a white skull suit fell from the sky, and the two Uzi quickly swept the people inside the house to the ground.

"He's not going to be interested." Firmly stepping on the table, the man pulled out two more UMP submachine guns from his waist.

"Frank, you son of a bitch!"

The gang leader who was shot in the chest vomited blood from his mouth, and the lobe shot through his lungs made it difficult for him to breathe.

Click.

A bullet, and his head turned into a puddle of filthy flesh.

The voice came suddenly.

The mercenaries in charge of guarding the periphery of the dock looked horrified when they heard the gunshots coming from the walkie-talkie.

"Holy shit, what the hell is going on in there? Boss? ”

Hearing another terrible howl and gunfire over the walkie-talkie, the mercenary captain and the four team members ran towards the dock in a panic.

"Boss! Boss, are you still there? ”

Let's go.

Frank stepped on a pool of blood, somewhat slimy, surrounded by the corpses of gangsters who had been shot to death.

He picked up the walkie-talkie from a corpse, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc.

"Sorry, your boss hiccuped. I'll explain the specifics to you right away. ”

"Grass!" The mercenary captain scolded angrily and led his men to speed up.

The five of them are all slashing and blood-licking, and they are well-trained.

The mercenary captains were in groups of three, and the remaining two were in groups, one after the other, advancing towards the large warehouse.

"Don't be scattered."

Coming to the small warehouse near the place of the incident, the mercenaries of the duo took the lead in probing.

"Target found!" The rifle in his hand continued to strafe and finally stopped.

"I'm going to kill him?" The mercenary's partner was obviously a little incredulous.

"Nope." The mercenary picked up half of the beaten rat and said with a wry smile: "I killed Mickey Mouse just now, what do you say his daughter-in-law should do?" ”

"She can go to Donald Duck." The voice sounded overhead, and before the two mercenaries could raise their guns, they were shot through the head by Frank, who hung upside down on the door frame.

"." The captain of the mercenary cursed angrily and led the two to the place where their companion died tragically, but the attacker was nowhere to be seen.

"Target found!" A shelf covered with plastic sheeting in the small warehouse moved slightly, and the mercenaries opened fire directly.

Grunt.

A flashbang rolled out of the corner, and the three mercenaries were so shocked that they subconsciously covered their eyes with one hand.

With a dagger in both hands, Frank jumped off the beam and stabbed the two mercenaries in the heads with precision.

As the dagger was drawn, the red and white things overflowed the ground.

"Damn it!"

After hearing the cries of his teammates' tragic deaths, the mercenary captain immediately chose to retreat.

Mercenary is a profession that combines danger and profiteering.

If you have a life, you have to have a life.

The panicked mercenary captain was hit hard by Frank, who suddenly rushed out, and he raised the FAL automatic rifle in his hand to shoot wildly.

Without thinking about checking whether the other party was still alive, the mercenary captain quickly ran to the helicopter at the dock, opened the hatch and jumped up: "Let's go, let's go this hell place." ”

When I first heard a scream through the intercom, I shouldn't have gone in to confirm the life and death of my employer.

This lost four brothers, and almost put himself in it.

Sitting on the helicopter, the mercenary captain was still a little afraid.

Judging by experience, there is only one person on the other side.

The two parties involved in the transaction this time, how can it be said that there are more than 30 people, and they were killed by him alone?

Jinnyima is a monster.

"Boss." The pilot rubbed his nose and looked at the mercenary captain: "What's on your waist?" ”

The mercenary captain was startled, and looked down at the object that was glowing with a strange red light, and only had time to send out a cursive word.

Boom~

The helicopter flying in mid-air suddenly exploded, lighting up the night sky under a thunderstorm.

Frank glanced up at the sky that was gradually returning to darkness, returned to the large warehouse, and returned to the residence with two lockboxes.

His residence in Queens was old, as old as the outdated black-and-white television in his living room.

Taking off his skeletal suit and tossing it aside, Frank sat topless on the bed.

There were many wounds on his body, dozens of new and old wounds, large and small.

Some have scarred, and many more have cracked.

He pressed the open wound and stitched it back together, without narcotics at all, and without a snort.

It was late at night, and the black-and-white television was broadcasting a replay of the day's news.

"I'm the Iceman."

Frank turned his head to look at the lockbox containing the Jericho missile, and then at Chen Hao and Stark on the TV screen, his eyes narrowed.