In the dining room, plates of hot meals are served, and in the center of it is a mouth-watering roast chicken. The skin of the chicken is charred and steaming, and the golden grease slowly flows around the chicken, creating an intoxicating aroma.

Francis and Sarah were screaming and running around the table, leaving the blonde woman standing at the foot of the table with a plate of dessert helpless, as it seemed that it was not the first day she had experienced such a thing.

The corners of the dark-haired man's mouth raised slightly as he witnessed this, if he had probably not cared about it a few hours ago.

"Huh? Why did you come out alone, Uncle Fledo? ”

Maria, who was cutting off a small piece of chicken to taste if it was ripe, looked up at the hallway and wondered at the man who was about to come out.

"He had gone back beforehand, and it's a pity he couldn't attend this sumptuous family dinner." Young Frank tilted his head to the side as he spoke, his eyes wandering and looking a little weak.

'Uncle Fledo' waved his hand and disappeared after the last sentence, so what should he say to Maria? You can't just talk about the bunch of in the future, right?

Maria looked suspiciously at the bruises on her husband's face, which could not have been knocked from the beer in the refrigerator, and the man's face was slightly squinted by the presence of some water stains left after washing his face hard.

She thinks she's found out the truth, this guy won't beat her uncle and run away, right?

The more Maria thought about it, the more she thought it might be like this, and Frank had been in a state of autism since he was discharged from the army, taking him out to the doctor and calling him to attend various meetings in the community.

Now that my uncle is here, he dares to beat someone, it's just lawless.

Seeing his wife's increasingly unkind eyes, young Frank hurriedly spread his hand and explained: "Hey, I know what you're thinking, things are not what you think!" ”

"How's that?" Maria pouted and swallowed the sliced chicken, nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at her husband with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This" The brunette man was a little speechless, one of the reasons he had been trying to avoid his family was to isolate them from those dangerous things, although now that he had decided to untie his heart and take on the responsibilities of husband and father.

But the thing about 'Uncle Fledo' was exactly what he didn't want his family to come into contact with, and Maria, who was pressing him at the moment, was ten thousand times more terrible to him than a hundred murderous terrorists.

However, he also understands that some things have to be faced sooner or later. He raised his head and took a deep breath, then looked at the blonde woman in front of him, whose face had become a little worried because he had not spoken.

Frank cleared his throat, and now he had to give a relatively passable explanation, otherwise Maria would never have given up on his laurels:

"Uncle Fredo just got a phone call and said he had some personal matters to deal with. He said that this time was a very rare moment for our family to be reunited, and he didn't want his affairs to disturb our happiness. ”

He took a sip from his cup, pondered his words, and continued, "I promise you that as soon as Uncle Fredo is done with his affairs, I will invite him to our house again!" ”

Maria still raised her eyebrows, looking a little skeptical, and Frank carefully controlled his expression so that he did not appear too nervous or weak.

"Is that it?" The blonde woman asked, her eyes making it clear to young Frank that she didn't fully believe the explanation.

"Yes, dear." But Frank replied anyway, then took a deep breath and gently took her hand, hoping it would reassure her. He knew that the story might not last long, but at least it would survive tonight.

He smiled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. "Alright, let's enjoy this delicious dinner and don't let these things disturb our mood."

Maria hesitated, then smiled back, though there was still a hint of confusion in her eyes. But chose to believe this lie about Uncle Fledo for the time being.

At least today Frank was a lot better than usual, wasn't he? Normally he would just mumble a few words and then continue drinking, but he wouldn't lie so gently as he did now.

"You're right. Francis, Sarah, come over for dinner! Don't make me shout a second time! Maria sighed, then raised her eyebrows and shouted out of the restaurant, and the two mischievous little ones didn't know where they had gone.

In the gloomy alley, a man with bloody legs and a white vest stained red with blood was crawling on the ground. His face was filled with fear and pain, and his mouth kept begging and pleading.

Broken glass and broken bottles were scattered around him, and the walls around him were graffiti and smeared into a mess. The place is filled with an atmosphere of violence and chaos that makes people shudder.

He was originally the boss of the gang in this neighborhood, but when he begged for mercy at this moment, he didn't even dare to look back at the person who injured him: "I have no grudge against you. Please spare me, please. ”

"Knock Knock"

The man in the shirt with a white skull emblazoned on it slowly stepped out from behind the thugs with heavy steps, his steps steady and his eyes cold. He carried a smoking gun in his hand, apparently having just experienced a fierce shootout. His clothes were stained with blood and dust, but his expression was unwavering.

On his way, there were already a dozen corpses lying there, their eyes still wide open, but their breathing had long since stopped. Some of the corpses leaned against the wall, leaving their blood stains on the wall, and the last moment of struggle in their lives was painted into an abstract scarlet painting,

The man in the white skull shirt looked so cold and ruthless in this bloody scene, there was no expression on his face, as if all this was just routine for him, and he took a firm step forward, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"I've been thinking about a question on the way here." The man with the gun spoke, but not the man wanted to hear, "How am I going to find those people in the park in this world?" ”

"Please. I don't really know anything about the park, our territory isn't in that area at all." The man lying on the ground had a trembling voice, his face was full of snot and tears, his face was pale, and he looked extremely frightened. Having broken his legs, he was still trying to crawl forward, trying to get away from the ruthless killer in the skull shirt.

After discovering that there was no escape, he began to repeat the phrase over and over again, hoping to touch the killer's heart.

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and bullets shot straight into the man's head. After a muffled thud, his body shuddered, and then he fell to the ground motionless.

The punisher put away the gun in his hand and looked indifferently at the corpse on the ground that was gradually losing its temperature: "And I've figured it out, as long as I kill you all, wouldn't it?" ”

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