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Frank was relieved to see that Matt was okay.

"I just saw a guy with strange movements leaving among the crowd. I'm afraid it was the guy just now who did it."

Matt dusted himself off and picked up the walking stick beside him.

"It seems that the mastermind behind this has already started to act. They are already investigating our whereabouts."

Frank also frowned. He didn't expect the revenge of the mastermind would come so quickly.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

"Where?"

"Anyway, get out of here first. We've been targeted."

As Matt said this, he took Frank out of the ruined house. This was just one of Matt's strongholds. As a lawyer who upholds justice, he has offended many people in the process of upholding justice. In order to avoid revenge from these people, he set up strongholds in many places.

The two of them hailed a taxi, got in and headed straight for Brooklyn. After arriving in Brooklyn, under the leadership of Matt, they walked around in circles again and again to make sure that no one was following them, and then they walked into a house.

"What is going on? Why did they find your base?"

Frank asked as soon as he entered the house.

Matt also spoke straight to the point.

"While you were unconscious, the police cleaned out the arms factory in Hell's Kitchen. I checked the information released by the police, and there was no trace of Alexi among the bodies of the dead."

When Frank heard this, he immediately understood what was going on. The Russian named Alexei was very likely still alive, so this would explain it all.

Alexei knew that he had seen his appearance. If he told these things to the mastermind behind the scenes, they would most likely find out something and then would most likely put the blame on the orphanage.

Thinking of this, Frank immediately stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Matt heard Frank was about to leave again, so he stopped him and asked.

"To do what I have to do."

Ignoring Matt, Frank left.

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That night, in a mansion, a highly respected gangster boss held a birthday party. Gang leaders from all sides sent their people to celebrate his birthday. There were only a handful of people in the entire underworld who received such treatment.

At the banquet, everyone was singing and dancing, drinking happily, unaware that a crisis had arrived.

The lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed, but no one was panicked at all. They were all people who had seen big scenes and they thought it was some program arranged by the old man.

But only the old man felt puzzled.

"What's going on? Go check it out."

"Yes!"

One of the old man's men immediately walked out of the banquet hall, just as the door was opened.

"Ah~!"

With a wail, the subordinate was knocked flying by something and fell heavily on the dining table.

"what happened!"

Everyone then realized that something was wrong and they all drew their weapons.

However, before they could see clearly where the attacker was.

In the darkness, flames and gunshots rang out, and wailing was heard everywhere.

Frank hid in the darkness, firing wildly with a submachine gun. In his opinion, all the people here were the most evil guys, and he would settle accounts with them sooner or later, but today he was giving them a taste of their own medicine in advance.

"Attack!"

After hearing the gunshots, the men outside realized that something was wrong. At first they thought that these big guys were playing tricks and liked to do things with the lights off. It was not until they heard the gunshots that they reacted and swarmed in from the gate.

Just as they rushed into the hall foolishly, they heard two crisp sounds, as if something fell to the ground and even rolled at the feet of one of them.

next moment.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

Two grenades sent them to death.

A gang representative who went to the toilet lay down on the ground trembling. When he heard the gunshots stop, he crawled towards the door little by little.

Frank looked around and found that the person he was looking for had been shot to death by him, and he couldn't help but frown.

When he was investigating memory clues before, he found that the old gangster had some connection with the mastermind behind the scene, so he chose to rush in at this time. Unexpectedly, he accidentally killed his target.

“Ding~Dang——!”

With a slight sound, the guy lying on the ground accidentally touched a wine glass, and suddenly a chill ran through his heart.

He looked back and saw a tall figure standing beside him. The white skull on his chest was particularly eye-catching.

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, and Frank's voice, like that of the god of death, rang out.

"I ask, you answer, be honest, or I'll let you see your own brains."

"I, I, I, I said, please let me go."

Frank put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and asked coldly.

"Who is the boss behind you?"

"I, I, I, I don't know. I'm just a small gang representative and I don't have access to such high-level people."

Frank took a look at the clothes he was wearing and found that the suit was not of good quality.

"Then do you know anyone who can be contacted?"

"this......"

The man hesitated for a moment, and Frank simply pulled the safety of the pistol.

"I'm telling you, there's a winery outside Brooklyn, that's our base, our boss has access to the top guys, what I said is true, please let me go..."

“Bang~!”

A gunshot was heard and Frank slowly stood up and walked outside.

In addition to finding the clues we need, this attack is also a warning to these underworld forces: You have successfully angered me.

Chapter 126: Manslaughter

"My name is William Smith, and I'm an undercover agent for the FBI. My mission is to lurk among the gangs and obtain information about their transactions for the police to facilitate their arrests. Everything was going well until..."

A seemingly dilapidated winery in the suburbs actually hides a gang's stronghold.

In a luxurious office, a wealthy middle-aged man leaned back in a leather chair, smoking a cigar and talking to his subordinates.

"Mr. Big has ordered us and another gang to capture a man named Nissen Mosty. Here is his information. Who will go?"

The guys picked up Nissen’s information and read it through.

One of the black guys with dreadlocks said with disdain.

"For something like arresting and kidnapping, do we still need to cooperate with others? Don't be ridiculous, Boss, I can lead the team myself. I guarantee that we can complete the task easily and give the big boss a surprise."

But the boss shook his head.

"First of all, this is Mr. Big's order, and Mr. Big's order must not be disobeyed. Unless, you don't want to stay in New York. Secondly, according to the investigation, this man has a certain connection with the Punisher, so this is not a simple kidnapping mission. Do you understand?"

"Punisher!"

Hearing this name, all the younger brothers couldn't help but gasp. If it were just Mr. Kingpin, they might not be that scared. After all, Kingpin was too far away from them. The emperor of the underworld would definitely not take small characters like them seriously. But it was different for the Punisher. As long as you were guilty, you would not escape the Punisher's punishment.

Outside the office, William Smith, the doorman, heard the conversation inside clearly and passed the information on during the shift change.

Outside the winery, a strange figure came uninvited.

Frank easily passed through the layers of defense and went straight to the gang's stronghold. He pried open the skylight with a dagger and jumped down.

His goal was very clear, to capture the owner of the winery and force him to reveal who was the mastermind behind the incident.

"Who! Who's there?!"

A patrolling gangster was the first to notice that something was wrong. He pulled out his pistol and walked towards the skylight, shouting loudly.

Just as he was about to turn the corner, a large hand reached out and grabbed his throat, making him unable to make any sound.

The patrolman pulled the trigger directly.

“Bang~!”

A gunshot echoed throughout the winery.

Frank knew that he had made a mistake and failed to take down his gun in the first place, so he sent him to see God immediately.

Hearing the gunshots, the others immediately realized something was wrong and rushed over with weapons.

Frank had no choice but to force his way in.

He threw off his windbreaker and took out two special short submachine guns from his back. These two guns had a high rate of fire, a short range, and slightly poor accuracy. I'm afraid no one would like to use them except Frank, because this kind of gun is most suitable for one person to attack someone else's base. And except Frank, I'm afraid no one would attack the gang's base alone.

Frank was looking down from above, holding two guns, golden flames spurting out of the muzzles and bullets pouring out like a storm.

The first group of gangsters who arrived at the scene were wiped out in an instant. Frank took the opportunity to change the magazine and walked straight to the winery's office.

Along the way, a large number of gangsters wanted to kill Frank, but to Frank, these people were simply seeking death.

William Smith, who was passing on information, heard the gunshots and immediately realized that something was wrong. Could it be that the FBI had received the intelligence and rushed over?

But something seems wrong. Judging from the sound of the gunshot, it doesn't sound like the gun used by the police.

Suddenly, the old man with dreadlocks rushed out of the office.

"Who the hell dares to come to our territory to cause trouble?"

Cursing, he pulled out two golden Desert Eagles from his waist.

"You! You! And you all, follow me!"

William felt something was wrong, but in order not to reveal his identity he had to follow them.

When they arrived at the battlefield, they saw a man in a black windbreaker with a white skull painted on his chest beating them up. They were beaten so badly that they didn't even have the ability to fight back.

"F**K! What a bunch of losers! Follow me!"

The old black man with dreadlocks cursed softly, then suddenly rushed out from the flank, pulled the trigger, and fired two shots directly at Frank's head.

However, Frank had already seen Lao Hei hiding in the dark, so he simply turned sideways to avoid the attack and fired a burst of shots with his backhand.

The beaten Lao Hei quickly hid back in the bunker, and after returning to the bunker, Lao Hei cursed at his younger brothers.

"F**K, you bastards! Shoot! Why are you afraid of him alone when we can suppress him with firepower!"

But those little brothers were already scared by Frank, so they didn't dare to fight back.

Seeing this, Lao Hei pointed his gun directly at his younger brother.

"I give you two choices. Either fight or die here!"

One of the younger brothers couldn't hold it anymore and rushed out with his weapon in hand.

"Kill!"

He rushed out of the shelter and started firing indiscriminately with his gun without even looking, having no idea where Frank was.

Frank just glanced at the group of guys, then took out a grenade and threw it out.

"Bang~!"

With a loud bang, Lao Hei and others were blown out from behind the bunker.

"Shoot!"

Before they could fire, Frank pulled the trigger.

A burst of gunfire ended their sinful lives.

Frank looked around and walked towards the leader with two guns in hand.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Don't move. I'm a Level 3 agent from the FBI. Put your hands up. Who are you?"