The door to the conference room creaked open, and the sound of ear-to-ear exchange came to an abrupt end.

The eyes of the participants were focused on the somewhat indistinct figure standing in the darkness at the doorway.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, everyone vaguely felt a coercion, a sense of oppression from a high position.

Seeing that figure standing still, the senior Hydra officials in the conference room couldn't help but look at each other, revealing a trace of confusion among themselves.

Their eyes met at this time, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes, and then silently pondered why their Red Skull President was standing here in such an unusual way.

Normally, Lord Skeleton was supposed to walk into the conference room with his hands behind his back and his head held high, still wearing the Captain America uniform that had not been washed for decades.

Those closest to him could smell the smell of it every time, but they had to resist not showing the slightest discomfort.

It's disgusting to think about.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Some vague words came from the shadows outside the door, like a breeze blowing, drawing the attention of the Hydra dignitaries.

The voice was faint, but it represented the supreme authority of the building, and it was impossible to ignore.

It's just that the tone sounds slightly different from that of the old Skull Lord, presumably because of a cold, who told him to wear a tights and a leather coat all day long.

Someone thought so gloatingly.

"I know you're confused about this convening, but I, your Excellency the President, have something to test you." The voice continued to come from the shadows.

When the senior officials of Hydra heard this, their hearts sank.

"Excuse me, what are your doubts?" After a long silence, a high-ranking official finally couldn't help but speak, expressing everyone's curiosity and expectation.

Although his voice was respectful, he was a little nervous inside, and speaking out first might give him a head start, but it might also make him the first to be unlucky.

Damn, no wonder Hinds wasn't here, he must have learned the real purpose of the meeting from the president in rhetoric, and then made an excuse to slip away.

It's cunning.

"Good. What to do if there are too many bullets? The president's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of imperceptible irony.

Too many bullets? What does this mean exactly? They try to quickly recall recent events in their minds, looking for any possible clues.

What's the problem, usually the Skeleton President asks about how to humiliate those heroes, how to beware of the Doctor Doom who borders him, and so on.

What's going on today? It's a bit confusing.

Soon, one of the participants slapped his thigh and suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of realization flashed in his eyes, and he felt that he had figured it out.

Yes, this must be a test of whether His Excellency the President can conserve and manage the resources of Hydra reasonably, and only those who answer this question correctly will succeed in running for minister!

Just when the man who seemed to understand was about to stand up and speak, suddenly a weak voice came from the crowd: "Wouldn't it be nice to shine the light?" ”

The sound was like a small pebble thrown into the calm surface of the lake, causing a ripple. The otherwise silent conference room suddenly set off a subtle fluctuation, and everyone's attention was focused on the source of the sound.

Everyone turned their heads, their eyes searching for the participant who dared to make a suggestion. He stood in the crowd, looking a little uneasy, his face slightly flushed, already realizing that his words had caused a slight sensation. In this gaze, he shrunk his neck, showing a very cramped and nervous expression.

"Good!"

There was a clear cheer from outside the door, followed by footsteps, and the man slowly walked into the conference room.

However, contrary to the red skull president expected by the Hydra officials, what appeared in front of them was a man in a black bodysuit, and the white skull pattern on his chest was dyed red to look very eye-catching, and the smell of blood wafted in.

"You're right." The Punisher nodded at the participant who had just answered, the corners of his blood-stained mouth raised slightly, and a grim smile was outlined, "There are more bullets, just finish the shot." ”

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if discussing something even more ordinary.

"How do I think I've seen this in the president's collection," one official muttered.

The next moment, the Punisher quickly pulled out a pair of submachine guns with large-capacity magazines from behind, and aimed the cold muzzles at the Hydra officers.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the flames flashed in the conference room.

The gunfire was deafening, and bullets rained out like a raging storm, knocking the Hydra officials straight into a sieve.

Blood, flesh, and shards splattered everywhere, and the conference room was instantly transformed into a chaotic slaughterhouse, and those who once thought they were powerful were now left with terrible screams and helpless wails.

After the screams faded and eventually disappeared completely, Frank finally put away his gun, raised a bloodied hand, and snapped his fingers lightly, as if to end this symphony of death.

"Clean up, take your things and let's go." Frank said lightly, no longer looking at the conference room, turning and walking towards the door.

Behind him, the dilapidated conference room was filled with a strong smell of blood, which covered the floor and walls.

And the corpses of the high-ranking officials of Hydra lay quietly on the ground or collapsed on chairs, and their eyes still retained the horror and unwillingness before death. The conference table was littered with papers, notebooks, and cigars, all shredded by a rain of bullets in just a few seconds.

After walking out of the conference room, a pale blue afterimage that ordinary people could not catch with the naked eye quickly passed by, and Frank's figure disappeared in place, as if erased from reality, leaving only an empty corridor.

Half a minute later, a group of soldiers dressed in the Hydra emblem hurried into the conference room, and as soon as they entered, they were stunned by what they saw.

There was chaos in the conference room, with corpses scattered on the ground, blood filled, and the ruins and broken walls reflected a miserable scene.

One of the men who looked like a squad leader pressed the intercom with trembling fingers, listened to the voices coming from inside, and then said to the other soldiers with a pale face, "The Skeleton President has also been killed." ”

Hearing this, the faces of the rest of the soldiers were instantly filled with horror and uneasiness.

The top leaders of Hydra, those who were once powerful and high-minded, were all killed at the same time.

Whose hand is this?

(End of chapter)