The first thing this man found when he came in was Matt hiding behind the pillar, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Neatly changed the magazine of the M4A1 rifle in his hand, and began to shoot at the unconscious thugs on the ground.

"No !!"

Seeing this, Matt immediately rushed out, trying to snatch the gun from the man.

The mysterious man unhurriedly dodged his striking hands as he approached him, and then gave him a rifle butt with his backhand.

"Huh?"

With his years of experience in the U.S. Marine Corps, even a healthy adult man should have fainted, and the wounded guy could still stagger to his feet.

However, after a moment of surprise, the man continued to fire with the muzzle of his gun pointed at the thug not far away.

Matt gritted his teeth and took a step in his direction, then fell limp on his knees on the dusty ground.

"Sir! Please put down your weapons at once! ”

Carlson arrived on the first floor at some point, and the stun gun in his hand was aimed at the mysterious man.

"The maximum conductive range of this taser in your hand is seven meters, and the distance between us is a full fifteen meters, plus your trembling hands, can you really hit people?"

The man unplugged the empty magazine and tossed it aside, completely ignoring the small movements of the two of them, and Carlson listened to him as if he were their instructor.

"Bang bang bang!"

Putting the rifle back on his back, the man pulled out his pistol and shot the last three thugs in the head one by one, his indifferent appearance was not like murder, but like he had just killed a few chickens.

Carlson nervously held a taser in one hand, and with the other hand trembling, he took the flashlight from his waist and shone it at him.

"You... You're the punisher! ”

The mysterious man wears a black combat uniform with an abstract white skull pattern on his chest, and Carlson had heard of this guy when he was training at the police academy.

Out of curiosity, he also checked the file of this guy's NYPD himself.

The punisher, a white male, is between 1.8 and 1.9 meters tall, of unknown age, of unknown name, and has extremely strong military qualities.

He had almost provoked the gangsters in New York, so many people offered him a lot of bounties on his head, but it is said that the killers who took the job disappeared, and the figure of the punisher still appeared frequently.

The first time he saw this living legend, Carlson froze in surprise, but Matt walked up to the gate and stopped him.

"Get out of my way, boy."

The Punisher's voice was cold as ice, without the slightest emotion, and his walking speed did not slow down in the slightest.

"I'm grateful that you saved my life, but I can't just kill them! You are not a judge and do not have the right to deprive others of their lives! ”

Matt moved down and put on a posture to meet the enemy, and said in a strange tone.

"Whoever is guilty must die!"

Putting the modified M1911 back into its holster, Uncle Punishment clenched his fists and went up to meet it.

The battle lasted less than ten seconds before the winner was decided, and there was no suspense, Matt collapsed near the gate with a mouth full of blood, and there was a large pit in the iron gate, and the figure of the Punisher slowly disappeared into the rainy night.

"Hey! Are you okay? ”

Carlson limped over to Matt and tried to lift him up, but both of them fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion.

Matt was extremely awake from the sharp pain coming from all over his body, and although the fight was short, he knew that even if he was in his prime, he might not be able to beat that guy.

The gap is too big, the martial arts that he is proud of are completely seen through in front of that person, and from the previous perception, it can be seen that the other party's attainments in thermal weapons are stronger, and if he fights to the death, he will definitely lose!

After a long night of rain and a clear day the next morning, a man who was jogging in the morning saw three black vans and a police car parked outside as he passed by the abandoned factory, which made him wonder that the area was usually filled with homeless people on occasion.

"Could it be that some poor ghost is dying in there?"

I have to say that the curiosity of the people of the United States is also strong, the more this person thinks about it, the more excited he becomes, he takes out his mobile phone and turns on the video mode and walks towards the inside of the factory.

“OHMYGOD！ Was there a war here last night? ”

Bullet casings strewn all over the floor, bullet holes in cars and walls, scattered and scattered from the outfits, were the corpses of gangsters.

Seeing this, the man became excited and pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the scene.

"It's big enough, it's definitely big news! This first-hand live footage is sure to sell a lot of money! ”

Soon, the morning news of the day broadcast the video recorded by this person, and even if the code was typed, you can still see the tragedy of the scene.

The citizens of New York are fried in an instant, but we are here in the United States, not the Middle East, how can such an appalling thing happen? Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law? So it must be a dereliction of duty on the part of the relevant authorities! No more to say! Protest! Demonstrations!

However, the procession of the demonstration was divided into two groups, one side opposed this kind of behavior, believed that the lives of criminals mattered, and demanded that the law enforcement agencies severely punish the perpetrators of this "tragedy".

On the other hand, they support this kind of behavior, believing that since the police can't solve these gangs, now that there are vigilantes who come forward, you don't force them, you can do it, you can't do it, others will do it, and the criminals should die!

The two groups of marches ended in front of the New York City Hall, and the result was self-evident, as soon as the two sides met, a large-scale armed fight broke out, and the violent scene frightened many of the new police officers who rushed to support.

The arrival of the police added a catalyst to the chaos at the scene, as both sides of the protest were fed up with the police and felt that it was their incompetence that led to the incident.

In the end, the two demonstrators besieged the New York police, forcing the state government to quickly mobilize the National Guard to disperse the crowd.

In an old apartment, Matt, covered in bandages, listens to the news on the TV and is annoyed.

Carlson was also watching the report at his home at this time, and he was only more shocked than Matt when he saw the TV set.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?"

He glanced at the knocking door suspiciously, this apartment was newly rented for a short time near the place of work, and he hadn't even told his friends, relatives, and colleagues the address, was it a salesperson?

After this incident, he became more vigilant, and seeing that there was no response outside the door, Carlson quietly grasped a pistol in a drawer.

"Knock knock! FBI！ OPENUP！ ”