On the outskirts of Neobabylon, the old Patton and his party, who had finally escaped, found a relatively quiet location and landed the hovercar.

After all, a car is a car, even if it is transformed into a suspension device that can fly, it still can't change its most basic role, the car, should be driven on the ground.

The whole of Neo-Babylon is shrouded in war, not only New Times Square, but also the Hydra soldiers in various districts have also been dispatched, resisting the attacks of those mercenaries in an orderly manner, although they are still at a disadvantage and are retreating, but it is not so easy for the mercenaries to eat them.

The two sides fought very sticky, and the forces of all sides were fighting together, like a huge meat grinder, and it was not easy for anyone to get out of the battlefield while constantly harvesting lives.

In this case, if the old punisher still flew out of the city in front of the crowd in a hovercar, they would definitely be the target of everyone, even Kara.

"Frank, I thought you."

It wasn't until the sound of gunfire around him weakened that the old Barton breathed a sigh of relief, and he patted the back of the driver's seat, his tone a little unbearably excited.

"What do you think I'm dead?"

The Punisher touched his abdomen and narrowed his eyes slightly. "It was indeed a perfect hunt, at least for Kraven, it took half a month for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support team to get me back from death, but as you can see, I can't do it anymore."

"I don't think so, I just saw you kill all sides, and that really makes my blood boil!" Old Barton smiled heroically.

"If you weren't blind, maybe I'd believe your nonsense." The corners of the old punisher's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he wanted to laugh, but the muscles of his face were stiff and uncontrollable.

When old Barton heard this, he gradually quieted down, and he slightly stroked some of the hard edges and corners of the chair, and asked.

"Why are you here? Or what I want to ask is, Frank, what's the reason you're here? You can't fight at all in your current state. ”

"We're all old, Clint."

Frank sighed, his cloudy eyes filled with endless vicissitudes.

"Time has robbed me of my fighting power, and at the same time, it has robbed me of my memory, my brain is not as good as it used to be, and now I am more like a rusty screen than it used to be - I have forgotten a lot."

"Alzheimer's disease?"

"Almost, it's just the beginning, but I can feel that my memories are draining." Frank replied blandly.

"One day, Clint, one day I'll forget how to fight, I'll lose your names, I'll lose all memories of my wife and children. I couldn't accept it, maybe I would have been a fool when it happened, but right now, I can't accept it. ”

"So, when you ask me why I'm here, it's simple, the world doesn't need us old antiques anymore, and the next is the age of young people, of course, I don't mean the scoundrels who stole my name, but the real heroes."

At this point, Frank turned his head to look at Jason Todd, who was still sleeping like a baby in the passenger seat, and continued.

"We have not been able to hold on to the future, we have buried the world of this generation, and our failures have left them living in misery every day, and this is our responsibility."

"I can't accept that a child dies in front of me, and I don't do anything, Clint, you know, children are hope, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, even if 1 in 10,000 can change this sad world, I will never give up."

The atmosphere in the sedan gradually became oppressive under the deep words of the punisher.

The things they carry on their old days are too heavy, and it is really difficult for them to breathe.

Nothing to say all the way.

It wasn't until Kara, who led the way, stopped at a ruin that Frank found an open space and parked the car.

"What about this kid?" After getting out of the car and looking at Jason Todd, who was still unconscious, Frank Wyway frowned. "How many hands did that red-clothed man have, he won't be killed, right?"

"Isn't it still panting, although the breath is a little weak." Old Barton didn't say a word, and he carried it up for Jason.

On the side, Kara also walked over, X's eyes swept away, all kinds of musculature contusions and assassinations appeared in her field of vision, and the scars on the surface of her skin were countless.

"His physical condition is too bad, presumably he has suffered a lot of sins in the hands of the red skull, it is estimated that he will not wake up for a while and a half, just right, let him have a good rest, let's go in first."

"Who to go to, what about the Justice League in Times Square?" Frank asked softly as he looked Kara up and down.

Before Kara could reply, Old Barton tapped him on the shoulder. "It's a long story, old friend, let's go in first, and I'll tell you later."

The group made their way down the dimly lit path of the ruins, and finally opened the tunnel door and came to the long-closed underground wine cellar.

"Well done."

As early as when they approached here, Zhang Yu was aware of their presence, and when he saw everyone appear in front of him, Zhang Yu greeted him. "Put Jason on the haystack, make do with it, it's not a good place here, but there's a lot of good wine."

"Punisher Frank, I'm sure you should know, Frank, this is the crow and a hero from another world." Old Barton said.

Hearing this, Frank stared at Zhang Yu deeply for a while, Zhang Yu also nodded slightly, the first time the two met, there was nothing to talk about, so they just made simple eye contact with each other.

"What are we going to do next?" Kara casually sat on top of a large wine barrel and asked.

"Don't worry, the battle isn't over yet." Zhang Yu said casually, and then he came to Jason's side and began to check the other party's injuries and physical condition. "As far as I know, there is another world that is about to fall into the abyss waiting for us to pull it along."

"Another world." All eyes were on Jason.

His world. Zhang Yu groaned.

The bad news, with the current state of the red hood, it will take at least a year or two to regain the combat effectiveness of its heyday.

And the good news is that Old Barton has a deteriorated version of the Super Soldier Serum in their hands, although there is a risk of death, but after purifying the ninety-nine sticks with magic, it is no problem to turn Jason into a little Winter Soldier.

The bat family generally disdain to use things like serum, or rather, their psychological state is dangerous, and any external force may cause these guys to fall into the abyss.

However, Jason is different, he has just crawled out of the abyss, and Zhang Yu believes that he has a lot of experience to use this power.

"I'm going to see how Pietro is doing."

Carla rested for a moment, then prepared to get up and pick up Pietro and them, after all, there was still chaos outside, and they were not completely out of danger.

"Wait—"

Suddenly, Zhang Yu stopped Kara.

Kara stopped, turned around and looked at Zhang Yu a little strangely, not knowing why he suddenly stopped him.

And Zhang Yu just squatted down, using the self-healing energy of magic to treat Jason's injuries, and said slowly without looking back.

"There's no hurry."

The screen turns.

The Other Side of Neobabylon –

(End of chapter)