The dimly lit tavern was dimly lit, the lampshades hanging from the concrete ceiling were covered with dust, and the air was filled with the choking smell of inferior cigarettes and sweat.

The gray-eyed old bartender wore a thoughtful camisole and a rag in his hand, lazily wiping the shiny bar, and behind him was a cabinet of colorful wine bottles.

Anduin sat in a small round chair at the bar, chatting with the old bartender about the mountains from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean to whether the blond girl could get into the Mensa Club.

After a day's work, laborers from the construction site and the docks dragged their tired bodies to this tavern, sat together in twos and threes, and ordered a few small beers.

A young black man in a baseball cap leaned against a wooden wall, his speech a little muddy under the stimulation of alcohol, "Have you heard? Mr. Kimji's batch of white goods was burned on the docks." ”

Anduin, who was drinking alone, heard the words behind him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The other people sitting with the baseball cap were stunned and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

You must know that it is Kingpin, the kingpin who rules most of the dark forces of America.

Let's put it this way, at least 40% of the crimes that occur every day in 9631420 square kilometers of the territory of the United States are more or less related to Mr. Kimkai.

In the nineties of the last century, he dominated the entire New York gang, this tall and burly white man used his natural evil mind and ruthless personality to extend his power step by step and form his own underworld empire.

To this day, the industries in which Jin is involved in and even ruled include but are not limited to drugs, gambling, human trafficking, astringency, and smuggling, and the funds involved are almost astronomical.

Not only that, but he also has a close personal relationship with many of New York City's top leaders, and his relationship network is intertwined, like a spider web covering the whole of New York, and he is entrenched in the center of the spider web.

No one dared to offend Kim He. Those who try to get a tiger's whiskers are usually stuffed into oil drums and poured into cement and sink to the bottom of the Hudson River, becoming part of the tens of millions of missing people.

The baseball cap smiled mysteriously, took a sip of the wine glass, and then put down the wine bottle at the urging of his companions, and said slowly: "My eldest cousin who works at Pier 13 told me that last night there was a superhero in a gray robe with a plastic keyboard, and he killed seventeen or eighteen gun-wielding gangsters with the keyboard alone.

Before leaving, he hoisted up the two containers of goods with a crane, and washed tens of billions of dollars worth of poisons into the sea like milk powder. ”

When the companion next to him heard this, he wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth, and said dumbfoundedly: "I rub it, it's so exciting? Who made it?"

Hearing the conversation between these people, the corners of Anduin's mouth grinned, who else am I besides you, Uncle Goblin?

Just last night, he broke into the enemy camp at night to preside over justice, his trench coat and blood plasma danced, and the waves and keyboard sound played together, so handsome that he exploded.

Anduin squinted, rubbed his stubble chin, and secretly thought, "It's good to make a cameo appearance as a superhero once in a while~"

The pleasure of hiding his merits and fame came to his heart, and Anduin took out a few banknotes and slapped them on the table quite chicly, and took his collar, and planned to push the door away, intending to leave the praise of the melon-eating crowd behind.

Squeak, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and the old brass bell on top of the door shook with a crisp sound as it struck.

Unexpectedly, the young black man wearing a baseball cap slapped the table and whispered fiercely: "Who did it? Of course, it is the superhero who has been very active recently and is known as the toughest guy in history-the Punisher!"

Anduin's footsteps paused.

He turned his head slowly, and the dead fish's eyes glistened with an eerie light, and his expression was a little stiff.

The young man in the baseball cap didn't notice it, and was still talking loudly: "Except for the Punisher, who else can do such a fierce feat?" ”

The melon-eating crowd next to him also praised in unison: "As the most 'hard-working' of superheroes, the Punisher treats the enemy as cruelly as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the villains who died at his hands are probably more than the superheroes such as Spider-Man and Hawkeye combined." ”

"That's right, those Avengers are dealing with high-flying monsters, and they have nothing to do with us ordinary people, and we are often affected by pond fish, and our families are ruined. Only the punisher who fights crime is the superhero who really cares about the people at the bottom. ”

"That's right," the baseball cap said with a look of fascination, "a real man should a man like a punisher, fiercely and strongly." ”

Boom!

The glass wine bottle was pressed the wooden table, and the startled people looked along the wine bottle, and looked at Anduin, who had a stiff expression, put on a smiling face, and asked, "What, about this rumor, it seems a little wrong, right?"

The baseball cap raised his eyebrows and asked in an unkind tone, "What's wrong?"

Anduin squeezed into the wine table, opened the bottle, and said, "Isn't the Punisher always wearing a black T-shirt with a skull?

And didn't the punishers always use guns to fight crime? Why did they start hitting people with keyboards? That's a difference. ”

Everyone frowned, "Hmm...... It seems like that's the truth. ”

Anduin smiled and said, "If you think about it in a good place, maybe it's not the punisher who did the righteous act, but a new superhero?"

People looked at each other, and for a while, the young man in the baseball cap hesitated and said, "New superhero?"

Anduin stroked his palms, looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and said: "His title is about to resound throughout the United States, he is the fear of flying in the dark night, he is the winged roundworm that torments the wicked in the nightmare of the wicked,

He is the embodiment of millions of ordinary people, he is the myth of the general public, he is a partner of justice, he likes to fight with a plastic keyboard.

His name is Keyboard Warrior. ”