Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 193 Marvel Version of Outlaw - Male Gunner Punisher Severely Injured (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A red glint flashed in Matthew's eyes.

In an instant, terrifying Observation Haki combined with the electromagnetic force developed from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit swept across the entire Manhattan.

A barrage of information and images flashed before my eyes, finally settling on a muscular, shirtless man with a muscular upper body.

However, this muscular man seemed to have already fainted.

He still has many wounds and bullet holes on his body.

"Found it. Looks like you need a little help, tough guy."

Matthew withdrew his Observation Haki and flexed his fingers slightly.

The air rippled and undulated slightly.

A bright golden dandelion flashed by in an instant.

Matthew didn't want this outlaw, the Punisher, to die like that. Although the opponent was as resilient as a cockroach, he still added an extra layer of protection for him.

Just as Matthew was making his little tricks.

Gwen came over with Carrie, carrying a plate full of desserts and juices. She placed the plate on the table and then plopped down opposite Matthew.

"Try it, Matthew, this is banana pudding, red velvet cupcakes, filled with cream, bananas, and wafer biscuits."

"This is what I ordered, a walnut chocolate chip cookie, crispy on the outside and molten inside."

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"And this, chocolate babuca roll, pecan pie."

Gwen and Carrie chattered excitedly as they introduced the desserts to Matthew, placing them in front of him. Their two different, but delicate, little faces were full of anticipation.

Matthew snapped out of his reverie and saw the two little girls looking on expectantly.

I immediately understood.

So he pretended to hold the spoon and wave it back and forth over the dessert in front of him, and finally scooped them up and ate them.

Then, with his head bobbing and an immersive appreciation look, he amused Gwen and Carrie again.

She covered her mouth and giggled.

Ultimately, Matthew gave a very fair assessment.

"The banana pudding and chocolate chip cookies were good, but the others were a bit too sweet."

Matthew was very cunning. He gave the two girls good reviews for the desserts they ordered, and then harshly criticized the other desserts, saying they were too damn greasy.

That's just how Americans are.

Whether it's food or desserts, their main focus is on sweetness.

This is entirely the fault of the food manufacturers.

Because of corn.

We won't go into the details about corn here, but under the influence of these capitalists, the sugar content of various foods was consciously increased.

Many foods may not taste like corn, but they are actually made entirely of corn.

This results in many foods containing a fairly high amount of sugar.

The threshold for sweetness has been raised continuously, eventually leading to many Americans finding even plain water tasteless and adding sweeteners.

That's why Americans' butts are getting bigger and bigger these days.

There's a reason for that.

Matthew was too lazy to change these things; anyway, no matter what he ate, it wouldn't affect him.

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Gwen and Carrie were unaware that Matthew had already given a scathing review of unscrupulous American capitalists, and they were delighted that their dessert had received Matthew's praise.

So they happily began to enjoy it.

This day was both ordinary and extraordinary.

Matthew, Gwen, and Carrie all enjoyed this ordinary yet happy day.

Some people were just very unhappy and extremely angry.

Finn Cooley, the de facto ruler of the Irish mafia and a former IRA terrorist in Northern Ireland, is ruthless and skilled in torture.

As the head of a gang, he wielded immense power, controlling the lives and deaths of countless people.

But he never imagined that his son would die.

His most beloved son.

The only son.

He died in that damned underground club, killed by the Punisher.

Finn was wearing a dark long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned, with a black tight-fitting undershirt underneath, and dark cargo pants on his lower body.

He was over forty years old, but he was very burly and strong. Due to years of fighting and gang warfare, his muscles were very firm and his shoulders and neck were thick.

His face was rough and fierce, inspiring fear in those who looked at him.

He was standing in a bar, which was empty of other customers, and the orange-yellow lights made it seem somewhat cold and gloomy.

Besides Finn, he was accompanied by his trusted henchmen, several core members of the gang, his most trusted enforcer Rory, his nephew Peter Cooley, Maginty, and the only female leader, Brenda.

"Kelly is dead."

Finn remained expressionless, took a sip from the thick-bottomed glass of whiskey, and spoke without a trace of emotion, as if the one who had died was a stranger.

But everyone present was well aware of Finn's inner turmoil and murderous intent.

So no one spoke.

Because none of them wanted to offend Finn, their unpredictable boss.

"Died in the massacre at the underground club, died at the hands of the damn Punisher." Finn roared as he finished speaking.

The furious voice was like the roar of a lion.

It exploded in everyone's ears.

"Uncle, I'll bring men to catch that guy. We found the only survivor from that night, and we learned from him that the Punisher was injured."

The voice was fierce.

But Finn interrupted him: "No, I'll lead the team myself. I'll capture him alive with my own hands, tear him to pieces, and make him wish he were dead."

"Send out your hands, scrape the Punisher out for me, and then tell me."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, everyone turned and left immediately.

Their departure signifies that Hell's Kitchen will once again be engulfed in a new storm.

Finn stood still, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected, and a deep, resonant voice came from the other end.

Finn.

"Kingpin, my son is dead."

My condolences.

"You know what I'm going to say," Finn said coldly.

In Hell's Kitchen, the Irish mafia wields considerable power, but they are far inferior to Kingpin. He knows very well that Kingpin is the true mastermind behind Hell's Kitchen.

Finley had previously harbored considerable fear of Kingpin.

Fortunately, Kingpin doesn't seem to care much about the other gangs in Hell's Kitchen. As long as no one provokes Kingpin, he acts as if they don't exist.

The two sides have kept to themselves and their respective areas of business.

But now it's different.

His son is dead, and his plan to expose the Punisher will inevitably attract the attention of other gangs. He doesn't care about the other gangs, but he has to inform Kingpin.

"That's your problem. If you can find that guy and kill him, I'll be happy too."

"However, you'd better be smart and mess with some people that even I can't afford to offend. I'll personally crush your bones and make them pay for it."

Just as Finn thought, Kingpin didn't care about anything and was even happy to see Finn kill the Punisher.

But that last sentence gave Finn a jolt.

Someone even Kingpin couldn't afford to mess with?

What does this mean?

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