At the Hellfire Club, the threatening punisher leaned back calmly on the couch, a bottle of whiskey on the table had bottomed out, the humidor had been opened, and the Browning automatic pistol was on the right hand side, while its owner was swallowing the clouds and enjoying an authentic Cuban cigar.

"You damn rich people!" Even after drinking someone else's wine and smoking a fancy cigar, Frank cursed with an unchanging face.

Wesley pretended not to hear, not daring to show the slightest anger, in case he annoyed the other party, he might not be able to wait for the boss to come over.

"Your boss is very young when he hears the voice, how did he kill Jin Ji? Set traps, or use heavy firearms? The Punisher appears to be relaxed, but in fact if Wesley makes any moves, he can shoot the opponent in the head in less than two seconds.

"Mr. Punisher, I really don't know much about the boss, and he doesn't want to show up in person, so he supports me as a proxy and handles all kinds of affairs for him."

Wesley smiled wryly, he knew that the young boss didn't trust him, and the other party didn't care about loyalty, after all, as long as the chips were enough, people's beliefs could change at any time.

"Seems to be a cautious guy." The Punisher didn't ask any more, he was just a little curious about the person who killed him.

When did such a mysterious guy appear in Hell's Kitchen, who was able to get rid of Jin and Bullseye, and support the puppet to accept the other party's property, a series of actions did not cause the slightest wave, which couldn't help but surprise Frank.

Wesley lowered his head slightly, in fact he knew the identity of the young boss, and he just chose to hide it. Giving out some inconsequential information when your life is at stake is an excusable act, but if you leak important information, it is undoubtedly a complete betrayal.

The Punisher was terrible, but his boss was not a good man to talk to, and the gold that had once covered the sky in Hell's Kitchen had easily fallen, and Wesley didn't dare to have any intention of rebelling.

As the minutes passed, the punisher's gaze grew colder, he always said what he said, if Wesley's boss didn't arrive within half an hour, then the other party would probably lose only one of his right-hand men.

The hands were about to move to twelve, and suddenly, the lights in the private box went out, and the whole space fell into darkness.

Years of training in combat instincts have made him always vigilant, and the fact that the mysterious guy hiding behind the scenes, since he can quickly devour all the inheritance left by the other party after killing Jin He, is enough to prove that his mind is not simple.

Therefore, the punisher did not expect that the other party would really rush over alone, he had already prepared for dealing with a group of gunmen and thugs, and he also planned an evacuation plan, once he found that there were many enemies, he would immediately look for an opportunity to escape.

As a retired marine, the punisher doesn't feel that there is any shame in his mind, and when he finds that the enemy is strong, he still rushes forward regardless of it, which is not called bravery, but stupidity!

He is not a reckless man with muscles in his head, on the contrary, on the contrary, he has a brain that can think calmly in any situation.

The Hellfire Club was pitch black, as if someone had cut off the power, and in the silence, the sound of "clicking" footsteps was particularly clear. The door of the private box was pushed open, and in the dark space with extremely low visibility, the Punisher raised the Browning automatic pistol in his hand, accompanied by a loud bang, firelight, and bullets poured out.

The man who pushed the door seemed to have expected it, and his figure quickly flashed to the side, disappearing like a ghost. The bullets missed, all of them striking the door frame, carving out a series of dense holes.

The Punisher threw away the pistol with the magazine empty, pulled out the tactical dagger at his waist, and bowed slightly, like a ferocious wolf waiting for his chance.

A fierce wind swept from his head, the punisher hurriedly lowered his head, dodged the powerful whip leg, the sharp dagger from the bottom to the top, drawing a sharp knife light, the other party was obviously not a rookie, sideways to hold the arm holding the dagger, both hands like a noose, snatched the punisher's weapon!

"That's a lot of strength......"

The arm was faintly numb, and the punisher couldn't help but be surprised, the opponent's figure was not the burly and strong type, but as soon as he fought just now, the other side pressed the person with force and directly removed the weapon in his hand.

The punisher, who lost the battle dagger, suddenly closed the distance, and smashed his fist into the opponent's face, obviously intending to adopt the tactics of hand-to-hand combat, punching extremely fast, without giving people time to react at all, as if he wanted to use this stormy style of play to knock the opponent to the ground!

And the person who broke in was not to be outdone, and after blocking a heavy punch that hit the chest, his body kept moving, and his hands quickly parried the attacks again and again, like an impregnable reef, and resisted the fierce and violent crazy blows of the punisher head-on.

The two sides are exactly like two humanoid fighting machines, punching like the wind, tirelessly, abandoning all tedious fighting skills, without any tricks, and engaging in fierce fighting!

Leaning on the sofa, Wesley, who didn't dare to move at all, could only hide aside and shiver after witnessing the battle scene between the two people, and by the way, he secretly sighed in his heart, is this still human!?

"Fall for me!"

In the spacious private box, a loud cry suddenly broke out, and in the violent and frequent collisions between the two sides, the punisher finally seized the opportunity, like a tiger descending from the mountain, the whole person pressed over with a fierce momentum, and his right hand was like a big axe chopping down, and the fierce wind that came to his face made people have no doubt that even a hard stone could be shattered at this time!

"Weakness limits your imagination ......"

Vaguely, the punisher seemed to hear a low chuckle, and a huge sense of danger hit his heart, and the opponent who had been fighting with him just now suddenly seemed to have turned into a terrifying beast, and the surging momentum was like a wave, as if he was going to devour himself in the next moment!

The fatal blow that condensed the strength of the whole body smashed the opponent's arm, and the sound of shattering sounded clearly, and the punisher felt as if he was hitting a hard steel plate, and the huge anti-shock force directly broke the bones of his hand.

The other party was unforgiving, and his tall body slammed into it at a great speed like a mountain, and the heavy body of the punisher, which was 200 pounds, flew up in the air like a cannonball, and fell to the wall behind him with a dull thud.

With a snap of his fingers, the lights in the private box came back on, and Sean stood in the center of the mess, surrounded by broken tables and chairs, flying wood chips, and glass shards scattered all over the ground.

"It's just a few broken bones, and it should be like a routine for you."

Looking at the punisher who couldn't get up after struggling several times, Sean said in a relaxed tone, he was quite happy to complete a point scoring operation, so he didn't plan to let this street hero who showed no mercy to criminals compensate for the club's losses.

The battle was no suspense from the beginning, and even though the retired Punisher from the Marine Corps was rigorously trained, familiar with special operations tactics such as individual soldiers and teams, and proficient in skills including combat, fighting, shooting, underwater operations, extorting confessions, and intelligence gathering, he still could not leave the realm of human beings.

Against oneself whose strength, speed, and nerve reflexes far exceed those of humans, it is equivalent to a low-level whiteboard novice, and even breaking the defense is a problem when encountering a high-level player in a god costume.

A non-human with the power to pierce steel plates and catch up with a car at speed, the Punisher will not be his opponent, no matter how much he is trained. The threats that can be posed to Sean now are the mutants who manipulate the abilities, the exotic gods of Asgard, and the alien life forms that are born with great power.