Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Frank waited at the agreed location for less than three minutes.

He didn't look at his watch; for him, time was measured by his breaths and the trigger.

A black car without license plates was parked by the abandoned dock. He stood in the shadows, fully armed, with the magazine pouches on his tactical vest bulging.

The night wind blew from the direction of the Hudson River, carrying the smell of rust and saltwater.

As one of Shen Jue's subordinates, Frank received Shen Jue's second order.

Capture superhuman criminals and villains in New York City.

Frank understood the order, but he didn't believe he could take down those superhumans on his own with just some light firepower.

Shen Jue, however, promised to provide Frank with sufficient combat support.

This led Frank to appear at the abandoned dock with plenty of equipment.

A white figure appeared silently behind him.

Frank almost instinctively turned and raised his gun, but stopped just as the muzzle was pointing at the other man.

The person was completely shrouded in a white robe, with the hood pulled down low, obscuring their face. Only a section of silver-white mechanical arm was faintly visible beneath the robe.

"The Punisher." The voice came from beneath the robe, carrying a strange quality, like the gentle tapping of metal.

"Your father sent me to assist you."

Frank didn't lower his gun, but stared at the darkness under the hood: "You sound like a girl."

The man in white seemed to smile slightly, offered no further explanation, and turned to walk towards the drainage ditch deep in the street.

"Come with me, my father asked me to take care of you."

"To prevent you from dying in the aftermath of the battle."

Frank paused for a moment, then put away his gun and followed.

The two walked through the empty streets in the early morning and finally stopped in front of a huge underground drainage system entrance.

"There's a Dr. Lizard here," the man in white said softly.

Frank glanced around and said in a deep voice, "That giant lizard monster? New York's underground water system is too advanced."

"That lizard monster can hide anywhere."

"It's very difficult to find its location."

"That's not a problem," the white-robed man said, stopping in his tracks. "I brought you here because I've already pinpointed the lizardmen's location."

Then, a silver-white mechanical arm emerged from under the robe, its five fingers spread and its palm facing the ground.

A not-too-bright blue laser beam lit up.

It was as if a piece of the ground had been gently wiped away by a god's fingertip, revealing a vertical passage several meters wide and extending dozens of meters underground before the two of them.

Its edges are as smooth as a mirror, and it is completely silent.

Without hesitation, the man in white jumped down.

Frank strode forward and glanced into the bottomless pit, only to see the white robe billowing in the air before being swallowed by the darkness.

Just as he was about to follow, several dull thuds came from inside the cave, followed by the heavy thud of some huge object being thrown against the rock wall.

About ten seconds later.

A shadow leaped out of the cave and landed lightly on the ground.

Under the moonlight, the white robe had slipped down, revealing a female mechanical body with silver and dark red hues.

Her face was cold and stern, her eyes gleaming with a deep blue light. Her left hand hung naturally at her side, while her right hand held Dr. Lizard, whose limbs were broken and whose body was covered in wounds, high in the air.

Its heavy, scale-covered body was nearly three meters long, but now it lay limp under the mechanical arm like a dead snake with its bones removed, with only the slight rise and fall of its chest proving that it was still alive.

"Mission accomplished." Dou Sha Bao tilted her head and looked at Frank, her voice cool yet lighthearted.

"Want to finish me off?"

Frank looked at her, and after a moment slowly lowered the gun.

"No," he said softly. "Father Shen Jue must be alive."

"Let's go then." Doushabao moved the lizardman to a more convenient position, like carrying a bag of trash.

"Let's go find our next target."

"This lizard monster's output is too low."

"It's impossible to assess my current combat strength level."

"Oh dear, if there's no way to assess combat strength..."

"The idea of ​​having a good fight with the monsters of this universe can't be done happily!"

Frank walked past her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the female mechanical armor.

"What exactly are you?"

Doushabao strode along with his long, metallic legs, following him at a leisurely pace.

"I am a red bean bun," she said earnestly, "my father's most favored daughter."

"He will also be the most powerful and ferocious warrior in this universe in the future!"

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"For my father's sake, I must become stronger!"

Frank followed behind the jubilant little red bean bun.

As he walked, he mentally recalled specific data about Dr. Lizard.

Kurt Connors, a former biologist at the Osborne Group, was a victim of experiments on arm regeneration.

After mutation, it is nearly three meters tall and weighs over 340 kilograms. Its scales are hard enough to withstand conventional rifle bullets, and its limbs have enough explosive power to overturn a small truck.

Its weaknesses include its reptilian neural reflexes, sensitivity to low temperatures, and its ability to regenerate rapidly deplete its blood sugar reserves.

Some of this data came from his own measurements during the pursuit, and some came from the one-eyed man.

Nick Fury.

The guy who claims to be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has contacted him through a highly secretive encrypted channel these past two days, asking him to provide information about Shen Jue if necessary.

Frank neither agreed nor refused.

He simply turned off the communication and continued cleaning the gun.

"What are you thinking about?"

The sound of red bean buns coming from the front was accompanied by a distinctive mechanical sound.

Frank immediately replied, "I'm thinking we need to speed things up and finish Father Shen Jue's task."

"You only told half the truth," said Dou Sha Bao.

Frank paused slightly.

She had somehow walked up to him, her mechanical feet making a very soft clattering sound on the asphalt, like some kind of large feline strolling by.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Father." She turned her head, her deep blue eyes standing out in the darkness.

"Every human being has secrets, that's normal."

"Humans are pathetic creatures."

Driven by desire and instinct, they irrationally slaughter and suppress their fellow human beings.

Frank finally turned his head and glanced at her.

She was looking at him too, her face mask completely expressionless.

"You hate humans?" Frank said.

"No, but I wouldn't say I like it." Dou Sha Bao started walking again, her tone becoming lighter.

"Because my father considers himself to be on the side of humanity, I will follow in his footsteps."

"What I'm trying to say is that, given Father's personality, you humans are about to have a lot of fun."

Frank did not say anything more.

He walked forward in silence, but felt as if something had gently pierced his heart.

He subconsciously touched the tactical pocket on his chest.

Inside was the encrypted communicator that Nick Fury had given him.

He didn't know when Fury would contact him again.

But he had a vague feeling that the one-eyed man must already know that there was one less monster in the underground of New York City tonight.

Meanwhile, Shen Jue has gained a non-human daughter.