New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Late at night, after the battle, Cohen worked tirelessly to cook several delicious dishes.

After he, Wade and David wolfed down their meal, they sat on the balcony with their beers, looking at the brightly lit city.

As for Blade, his mother wouldn't let him come home that late.

Under the cool night breeze, Wade was surprisingly silent. After finishing a bottle of beer, he asked cautiously, "You said you could cure my cancer. Is that true?"

Cohen sat on a rattan chair he found in Chinatown, relaxing both physically and mentally.

"Of course it's true. There's more than one way."

Wade showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Really?"

"But there is only one way I can achieve it immediately."

"what way?"

"Turn you into a vampire."

Wade was stunned. There has been a lot of news about vampires recently. He frowned and thought for a moment: "I heard that vampires have many weaknesses?"

"Yes."

Cohen leaned forward and said, "Ordinary mixed-blood vampires are afraid of sunlight, ultraviolet rays, garlic, and silverware.

They need to suck human blood to survive, and their spirits will gradually corrupt over time, eventually turning into manic, crazy monsters. "

Wade took a deep breath and said, "Fuck, is this considered a method?"

Cohen laughed and said, "Why not? Just tell me whether the cancer is cured or not, okay?

Have you ever seen a vampire die of cancer?"

Wade stood up and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Tsk! Why are you so anxious? If you don't want to be a vampire, why don't you try another method?"

"Didn't you say you only had one way?"

"There is another way. Although I can't do it, there are people who can do it. Can't we just find them?

There was a Russian who ran a laboratory that specialized in human mutation experiments.

Go in there and try it. If you bear with it for a while, your super powers will appear, right?

With super powers, you can’t die.”

Fake!

Wade's eyes widened. Listen, is this human language?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll die in there?"

"Will not!"

Cohen waved his hand and said, "You have [wisdom], you can't die!

Believe me, as a priest, I will not lie."

I believe you!

You don't act like a priest when you kill people.

Wade rubbed his face: "Why do I feel like I've been fooled?"

"You have cancer, it's in the late stage. If you want to be with Vanessa forever, you have to go through this journey of danger and suffering."

"I'm not going to turn into a freak with three eyes and eight arms, am I?"

"How is that possible? At most..."

Wade was suspicious: "At most what?"

Cohen waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, during your trial, I will help you find a psychologist to help Vanessa with her psychological support.

No matter what you become, she will accept you. "

"Fake!"

Wade was very depressed.

Cohen continued to persuade him: "Don't worry, you will be tortured in there at most. What kind of torture is drowning, burning, tying up, dripping wax, electric shock and whipping? Isn't it a piece of cake for you?

Although most test subjects have to suffer in there for two to three years, brother, can you let me endure this?

I'll help you find someone!

Give them some money and they can compress your two years into two months!

Once you get your superpowers, send me a signal, and Blade and I will rush in to save you, isn't that perfect?"

Wade was powerless to struggle. Two years of torture were compressed into two months. Do you think I am an indestructible cockroach?

At the same time, he discovered another problem: "You sent me into the laboratory, why did you want to 'snatch' me out?"

Cohen asked in confusion: "Hey? Didn't I tell you?

That place is a place that specializes in producing super slaves. If I don't snatch you away, do you want me to spend money to buy you?"

Where slaves were produced?

Producing slaves?

slave?

Wade glared at Cohen, getting angrier and angrier. He suddenly jumped up and said, "I'll strangle you to death!"

……

Wade left at dawn the next day.

He wanted to be quiet.

David began to help find the Russians.

Cohen gave him a few key words, the pseudonym Francis of Ajax, and the broker named Smith.

While I was having breakfast, the phone kept ringing.

David took a quick look and found out it was the Black Widow Natasha calling.

This woman is so impatient.

Cohen picked up the phone after David processed the signal briefly.

"Hey, it's me."

"..."

"Ah, I missed you too after not seeing you for one night."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. Bye."

David was listening nearby with a confused look on his face. Are you meeting an agent or hooking up with a girl?

Cohen returned to the table to continue eating. David hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Are you coming back tonight?

Do you want me to book a hotel for you?"

Cohen looked up. "Huh? Why would I order that? I'm going to meet an agent, not to date a girl."

David blinked and said, "Oh, you know that too?"

“It’s never too late to order it when you need it.”

David’s eyes widened instantly: Fuck!

As he stirred the spicy soup in the plate, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Cohen noticed it keenly: "Why, do you miss your wife and children?"

David nodded with red eyes: "I haven't seen them for a long time."

"How about I help you visit them?"

David wanted to nod, but after looking at Cohen's face, he shook his head decisively. Men like you should stay as far away from my wife as possible!

Cohen thought for a moment and said, "Just bear with it for a few more days. When we make some money, I'll buy a big estate in New Jersey and you can take them over to live there.

It's much safer there than here.

In addition, action against Agent Orange can also be put on the agenda.

But if we want to lure him out, it’s more reliable to find Frank.”

Agent Orange is the mastermind behind the drug trafficking of the bodies of fallen American soldiers and the current director of the CIA's secret operations department, William Rollins.

This guy's whereabouts are so secretive that even David finds it difficult to track him down.

They had tried to lure him out with videotapes before, but it didn't work.

It seems that only Frank, who did the dirty work for him, can lure him out.

David nodded: "I have been looking for Frank's trace. I have a feeling that we will see him soon!"

Cohen had a rough idea that Frank was probably hiding in a construction site in New York lately, but he didn't know which one.

In addition, Frank himself has a superb anti-reconnaissance awareness, so he has never been found.

However, as David slowly eliminates the clues, this human extreme warrior at the level of a tenth-level agent will eventually surface.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 [Creed: Killing to gain redemption]

In the evening, on a bench on the bank of the Hudson River.

Black Widow Natasha looked at the sunset and then at the watch on her wrist.

The shimmering river surface reflected a bright red light onto her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Ta-ta."

Hearing footsteps behind her, she glanced at her watch again.

“Hey, is this red-haired beauty waiting for someone?

Oh, it seems like you are waiting for me!

Sorry I'm late, you know, the evening rush hour is too congested! "

Natasha had a blank expression on her face: "It's okay, you're only one hour, forty-eight minutes and twenty-six seconds late!"

“Oh, that’s too bad!”

Cohen sat down next to her and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. There are dozens of agents surrounding me, and I'm a little scared.

If we ever have a falling out, I have to find an escape route.

It took some time, I think you don't mind?

Like... I don't mind that guy with the bow and arrow keeping aiming at me!

Um, are you sure he can’t skate?”

Black Widow took a deep breath. As soon as they met, the other party gave her several warnings!

"...Of course not, Barton is a professional."

"That's good."

Cohen sat relaxed in the chair, watching the sunset and humming a little tune.

Black Widow began to re-evaluate the mecha-clad man in front of her. He was stronger than she thought.

"Mr. Iron...Man, you seem to be very familiar with us?"

Cohen turned his head and glanced at her. Under the light of the setting sun, Black Widow at this moment was extremely beautiful and charming.

For such a person, it suddenly becomes understandable that someone would want to drink her bath water.

Unfortunately, the name "Black Widow" already foreshadows her danger.

Cohen did not answer her question directly, but asked, "What is the awkward name of your organization?"