The word "grapevine" is used in the dictionary to mean hearsay or unofficial communication.

Common sense tells us that the gossip that circulates before the storm is about to come is likely to fit the real inside story of the upcoming major event.

Especially for those news brokers who are accustomed to living on the dark side of the city, it is easy to continuously gather vague information through various information channels to gradually piece together a complete picture.

Frank Custer, or the Punisher, isn't a good news broker — but he can use bullets and knives to blackmail rat-like brokers to get information.

It was the middle of the night, and the strong man, who always had a solemn face of bitterness and hatred, had just finished a thousand push-ups, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and sat down in front of the computer to check the email that was stuffed with intelligence mail.

He pressed the mouse lightly, his eyes reflected the cold light of the screen, and he swept the three or two lines of text messages at a glance.

"Vicious shooting broke out in Brooklyn last night, and the murderer is still absconding", "The number of missing people in Queens has increased dramatically, and the New York police have stepped up investigations", "The Statue of Liberty has been explosively damaged for no reason, and the progress of restoration is far away"

These messages seem to have nothing to do with each other, but with the speculation and conjectures of the brokers from all sides under the messages, the punisher gradually pieced together the truth of the incident.

"Judging from the current riots, there are some uninvited guests who have visited New York, they have a clear division of labor, they are clearly organized, they are well-trained, they have few clues to follow, and they have a strong sense of purpose..."

The Punisher's muscular arms propped up his angular jaw, his eyes narrowed, and the delicate brain beneath his rugged exterior raced to think about something.

Dingtone, you have a new unread email.

As he moved his gaze to the red dotted message, he was surprised to find that the new email was from his good friend, the disfigured mercenary Deadpool.

Because of their extreme temperament, the Punisher and Deadpool have an extremely rough attitude towards the wicked, and once they do it, they will use the enemy's corpses and sea of blood as a background board to call it a day.

Such a bloody butcher is naturally not accepted by other so-called "decent" superheroes, which makes the Punisher and Deadpool have a very common language, and occasionally engage in leisure and entertainment activities such as drinking together and killing shoddy criminals.

Click on the email, it is loaded with a short video of about a minute, and with the press of the play button, Deadpool's big head in a black and red hood occupies the entire screen.

"Hey, buddy, how are you doing? To be honest, I'm kind of nostalgic for the glory days of slashing with you last month, and I hope you don't mind when I swapped the last bullet in your revolver for a firecracker. ”

Deadpool still had that nervous and tone, shaking his head and saying, "All in all, you probably also know some news from your own channels, New York has not been peaceful these days, so I advise you to hide at home for the time being and don't go out." ”

"Huh." The punisher smiled indifferently, but saw that Deadpool on the screen was the opposite of the way he was just now, and put on a rare serious posture, and said solemnly: "Listen, Brother Custer, I know you're not the kind of person who can be easily persuaded.

But you must know that after all, you are just an ordinary person without any supernatural abilities - no sarcasm, just to tell you that the successive disappearances of the transcendents in New York are definitely not the end, and there will be an even more deadly storm to come. ”

After that, Deadpool in the video scratched his head, as if talking to himself, and whispered to the screen: "Dude, I have few friends, I don't want you to die again, that's probably it...."

The screen pauses, and the video finishes.

The Punisher stood up thoughtfully from his chair and walked to the window, his thick fingers clasping the dirty glass window troughs.

As far as the eye can see, there is a bustling and noisy night view of the city.

New York City, including the suburbs, has a population of nearly 18 million, and even if you count the city, there are 8 million people living in this 789-square-kilometer land.

Every day, the dark side of the city breeds crime, and the gangsters who inhabit the civilized body of the city are like parasites, sucking blood and nourishing themselves with sharp mouthparts.

The punisher can rest, but the offender will not.

He sighed, closed the window, took the black shirt with the pale skull from the coat rack, and put it on his body, hiding the dense scars of the guns.

Tonight, he's going to kill someone.

That person's name is Jin Ji, who was originally just an ordinary criminal, but relying on his natural evil mind and ruthless temperament, he finally gathered the entire gang network in New York and even the entire West Coast by slaughtering other New York gangs, and became the uncrowned king of the West Coast gangs.

Countless black trades were under his control, countless bloody carnages spread across his territory, and countless resentful souls came together to forge the Throne of Skeletons beneath his feet.

There are many people who hate Jin He, but there are very few who have the ability to kill him, in addition to Jin He's sturdy physique, which can be called the limit of the human body, he also has this cautious will to survive to the extreme, believing in the theory of the three holes of the cunning rabbit, and he will never reveal his whereabouts easily.

For months, the Punisher had been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to determine where Kim was.

Now, after waiting for a long time, he has finally arrived.

Tonight, Kim will definitely meet the Penguin Man, the leader of the West Coast gang from Gotham, on the top floor of his mansion.

The punisher didn't care at all about what kind of sparks would be sparked by the collision of the two gangster emperors on the east and west coasts, because once he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait until years later to kill these two people.

The punishers can afford to wait, but the innocents struggling to survive under the abuse of the gangster empire can't afford to wait.

So, he buried Deadpool's kind admonition in the bottom of his heart, fully armed, put on a trap, pushed the door away, and broke into the cold wind alone.

On the way forward, the Punisher had imagined countless situations, and he was familiar with every armed force configuration in the Jinhe Building, familiar with the practice of changing positions of armed security personnel, and familiar with every corner, ventilation duct, and emergency passage

He is sure that he will break into the Jinhe Mansion tonight, kill them, and even retreat with his whole body.

However, before he could approach the building, he smelled a fishy sweet smell of blood from the noisy night breeze.

A wail rang out, and the Punisher looked up, the towering golden edifice seemed to be shrouded in an ominous mist, turning into a whirlpool of the vast depths of the sea, intent on devouring any prey that trespassed into it.