New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Iron Man? Billionaire Man?

Why doesn't it sound good?

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the name Iron Man.

Hiss, why do I feel like I've lost something?

……

Cohen just returned to Emma Church and David told him that he had found where Frank was.

He paused for a moment, lost in thought.

Ever since his last trip to the Assassin's Brotherhood, he always felt that there must be something about the Creed in the system that he hadn't figured out.

This dead system doesn't even have any instructions for use, so he has to explore a lot of things on his own.

However, since he received the reward of [Spreading Creed] last time, he decided to continue doing this.

Since I have already taken the name of the Avengers, then...

Alias: Avengers, real name: Cult of Slaughter,

Leader: Cohen, Deputy Leader: Frank!

Official members: Wesley, Blade, pending members: Deadpool, X-Men...

The reason why Frank could become the deputy leader was that he could influence all members slowly by instilling the creed of killing and redemption!

Immediately, Cohen set out to look for his deputy leader of the cult.

……

In a small restaurant, Frank, who had just returned from working at a construction site, was enjoying a simple dinner.

Suddenly a man in black sat opposite him. It was Cohen.

"Isn't dinner too simple? Do you have the energy to fight?"

Cohen said with a smile, raising his hand: "Waiter, eight steaks, medium rare!"

"who are you?"

Frank's face was full of alarm.

Cohen glanced at the spoon in his hand and laughed: "Why, you want to kill someone with a spoon?"

He pointed to the old pickup truck parked outside and said, "Don't worry, I have prepared pistols, rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles and grenades for you in the car.

Let’s have a good time tonight.”

Frank was even more confused.

Cohen pulled out his cell phone and played a video of the Cerberus Operation that Frank had carried out a few years ago.

Until the video was over, Frank stared at the phone and asked, "How did you get this video?"

"How about we make a deal?"

Frank gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll help you get revenge, and you'll do things for me."

Frank was stunned.

Cohen shook his head: "You have indeed killed the team of mercenaries who killed your wife and children.

But do you know why they do this?

Do you want to know who is the mastermind behind them and why you are involved in this conspiracy? "

Frank's hand holding the spoon tensed up, and a trace of blood welled up in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

“Tonight, I will take you to revenge and uncover all the conspiracies behind this.

After tonight, you help me, help me, save the world!"

At this time, the waiter came up with eight plates of steak.

Cohen unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork and ate heartily: “You can think slowly before I’m full.

If you decide to trust me, I'll give you two steaks.

It's exciting tonight, save some energy."

Frank was silent.

After a while, he suddenly picked up the knife and fork and started eating.

The mastermind behind the CIA drug trafficking case was William Rollins, director of the CIA's secret operations department.

He had a collaborator, Navy Captain Bennett, who was in charge of matters related to military remains in Afghanistan.

Only by colluding together could they complete the task of disemboweling the soldiers' bodies, stuffing them with drugs, and shipping them back to the United States.

However, according to the intelligence Cohen eavesdropped on in Afghanistan, this drug smuggling activity was an unspeakable secret within the CIA.

Anyway, everyone showed their talents. The unscrupulous ones used corpses, while the better ones used military ammunition and supplies for cover.

It was not just sent to the United States. All of America's allies had accepted this gift from the CIA.

In addition, they often produce and sell their own products and help brother units.

As the director of the confidential operations department, Rollins's whereabouts are secretive and difficult to control, but Navy Captain Bennett is much easier to find.

Taking advantage of the night, Frank attacked the house where Bennett was alone.

Crackling, gunshots rang out.

Bennett was protected by soldiers, and after a fierce fight and the loss of most of his men, he finally escaped.

But he was terrified.

Just now, Frank had put the muzzle of his gun against his forehead, forcing him to tell the truth about the operation in Afghanistan.

Fortunately, the soldiers protecting him rushed in and saved his life.

He rolled and crawled onto the bulletproof car and hurriedly shouted to the driver: "Go, go quickly, find Rollins, only he can deal with this guy!"

Bennett didn't realize that high in the night sky, there was a pure black drone watching him.

Cohen and Frank switched to an old garbage truck, which was inconspicuous on the streets at night.

"I told you, this guy is a coward. He will definitely run away to find William Rawlins who is behind this!"

Frank glanced at the tracking route on his phone and said, "How are you going to deal with Rollins, the head of the confidential operations department? He must have a lot of guards!"

At this point, he had been told the whole truth of the matter.

Cohen laughed and said, "Just charge in, there's no need for so many tricks.

Remember when I asked you to help me save the world?

Who do you think I want you to be saved from?"

Frank frowned slightly: "Is it... a terrorist, an ambitious politician, or a mad scientist?"

"Hahaha……"

Cohen laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Frank asked unhappily.

Cohen smiled and said seriously, "In fact, the enemies you are going to face are alien fleets, out-of-control artificial intelligence legions, Nordic gods who want to rule the earth, and the terrifying emperor who is wreaking havoc on the entire galaxy!"

"Gudu!"

Frank swallowed and said, Fuck, can I survive?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 69: Confused, if I kill you, the money will be mine too

Cohen and Frank crouched in the grass.

In front of them was a country house, brightly lit and with its doors closed.

With Cohen's eagle eyes, it was easy to see many bodyguards in suits patrolling in the windows of the buildings in the courtyard.

The location is hidden and heavily guarded.

The panicked Bennett went in and never came out. It seems that this is Rollins' lair.

Next to him, Frank was wearing a bulletproof vest and holding two guns.

Cohen nodded slightly: "Are you ready?"

"anytime!"

"Okay, stand up straight."

"Ah?" Frank was confused, but still stood up obediently.

Cohen bent down, put one hand under his armpit and the other on his knee, and then he lifted him up.

Frank's eyes widened and he gasped, "What are you doing?"

"do not move!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew into the air, flashed into the yard, and stopped at the door of the building.

Frank, who was filled with wind, hadn't reacted yet. Cohen frowned and said, "Why don't you come down?"

Frank blushed: "Can you fly?"

"How else can we fight the alien monsters and steel robots?"

As Cohen spoke, he stepped forward and kicked out. "Bang!" Two large, solid and thick wooden doors flew backwards!

"bell--"

A shrill alarm sounded immediately.

Cohen turned around and said, "Look, Rollins is in the office on the west side of the third floor. Go up there and kill him."

"how about you?"

"I'll take the shortest way."

After Cohen finished speaking, his figure suddenly flashed and flew upwards.

"Fake!"

Frank's face turned green as he listened to the footsteps coming from all directions.

Cohen flew to the window of Rollins' office.

Inside, an old bald man with petal-like scars at the corners of his eyes was looking out and happened to meet his eyes, his face full of shock.

Cohen smiled at him and punched him!

"boom!"

Even the solid bulletproof glass was shattered by this blow!

The entire window flew into the house and hit the ground, creating a mess.

The old bald man hurriedly stepped back to dodge, but still got scratched on his arm, and blood flowed instantly.

Cohen flew into the house like Superman, and before he landed, "bang bang!" several bullets flew towards him.

He didn't even bother to dodge.

The bullet hit him and was bounced away like hitting steel.

He moved his feet and turned into a residual shadow. With a bang, the two bodyguards who fired the guns were directly embedded in the wall and could not be removed even by pulling them away.

"boom!"

Cohen picked up the gun on the ground and killed Bennett who was huddled in the corner.

Now, he and Rollins were the only ones left in the room.

The old bald man covered his injured arm, his face full of horror: "Don't, don't kill me! I have millions in my safe, and gold bars, all for you!"

Cohen walked over to his desk, brushed the glass off his chair, and sat down comfortably.