Chapter 433 Are you a god of death?

Punisher - Frank!

Just mentioning his name is enough to shock the gangsters in New York City, and make those criminals who have always been lawless and daring, run away in fright, and even flow feces and urine!

"It's actually him..."

Steve frowned slightly, a look of disgust on his face.

He has heard of this guy, who is different from the gentle actions of other heroes. His methods are extremely cruel. He never spares any criminals. He is an executioner who walks on the edge of darkness and may fall into the abyss at any time!

This makes Steve, who takes obedience to orders as his vocation and regards justice as his norm, and has been in the army for decades, the most hated or even unaccustomed behavior.

Tony Stark is like this, and so is Frank. Both of them are the same, putting their personal will above the law as a whole.

Can such a chaotic team really take on the responsibility of protecting the earth as Nick Fury said?

Thinking of this, Steve couldn't help but cast a haze in his heart, a little nostalgic for the roaring commando before.

"OK~ no problem."

Nick Fury made fun of himself, and the embarrassment flashed across his face, but he spread his hands helplessly and said, "As long as I can find the universe cube, I promise that I will never bother you again."

"hope so."

Frank put his arms around his chest and said coldly, "So now you have found the guy who stole the Rubik's Cube?"

"not yet."

Coulson scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "We called all the satellites and used facial recognition to search around the world, but we haven't made any progress yet."

"No, the search range is too large." Banner shook his head after hearing this, turned his head to look at Coulson, and asked, "The range must be narrowed. How many spectrometers can you borrow?"

Coulson was stunned for a moment and wondered: "If you can borrow it, you can borrow it, but why do you want this thing?"

Banner took off his suit outside, walked to the promenade of the bridge, and said, "I need a lot of spectrometers to track the gamma rays emitted by the universe Rubik's cube, so that the search can be narrowed down."

"All his requirements are met."

Nick Fury turned his head and gave his assistant Hill a look: "Requisition the spectrometers in all laboratories and cooperate with Dr. Banner."

Just a few minutes later, under the pressure of S.H.I.E.L.D., a total of 5,000 spectrometers in the entire United States were temporarily recruited.

Banner reconfigured and adjusted the spectrometer's data to track a specific spectrum, the gamma rays of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

The spectrometer search will take some time, and Tony doesn't want to wait idle, so he ran to help Dr. Banner to calibrate the gamma ray data together, and the two chatted while busy.

The cutting-edge scientists of the two worlds sat together, from quantum physics to basic physics, the chat content was like a book from heaven, and Coulson was dizzy when he heard it.

On the contrary, Peter Parker, although a student, showed an amazing mind, and he could barely keep up with the discussions between the two, especially in biology, and even had insights that surprised Tony.

Steve was similar to Coulson. Seeing that he didn't need his own help, he sat alone in the corner, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to fight.

Nick Fury carried a bottle of wine, walked to Frank's side, reached out and handed it over: "Old friend, do you mind chatting with me?"

"Don Julio 1942?" Frank glanced at the wine handed over, and said slightly surprised: "I remember that this thing is limited, where did you get it?"

"The terrorist's home.

"

There was a smile in Nick Fury's eyes, shrugged, and said, "This bottle of wine is very lucky, it is the only thing that can be preserved intact under the bombardment of artillery shells."

"Then I'll try it..."

Frank licked his lips, his alcohol addiction was hooked, he took the bottle of wine, twisted it open, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and expressed his appreciation.

Nick Fury sat next to him, poured himself a glass, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Frank, finally let go of hatred and plan to return to normal life."

"Back to normal life?"

Frank picked up the glass of wine, suddenly stiffened, and laughed like a self-deprecating smile: "I have no plans to let go of hatred, and I will not return to a normal life. From the moment they died, I will never go back. ."

Nick Fury's eyes narrowed slightly, as if a light flashed past, pretending to be surprised, and asked: "This is strange, but I haven't heard the news of the Punisher's action in nearly a year, I thought you retired."

Frank glanced at him sarcastically, and sneered: "Fury, don't use your ridiculous trick in front of me."

"I didn't intend to hide." Nick Fury, who was exposed in person, was not surprised. After all, the man's combat power can be said to be the highest level of human beings, equivalent to a tenth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury took a sip of wine and said lightly: "You know my character, and I am skeptical of anyone, especially a man like you, who has suddenly disappeared for a whole year, I must know what you are doing. "

"Then what if I'm not going to say it?"

Frank put down the wine glass, looked straight into Nick Fury's eyes expressionlessly, and said without hesitation.

"I'll check it out myself."

Nick Fury was not surprised, but said calmly: "You won't disappear for no reason. A year is too long, enough for you to prepare a lot of things. It's not impossible for a terrible person like you to assassinate the president."

Frank, who has received the most rigorous military training, is familiar with individual and team special operations techniques, and is proficient in firearms, blasting, fighting, assassination, infiltration, diving, torture, intelligence gathering, camouflage behind enemy lines, and many other combat skills, calls it a modern man. It is not an exaggeration to be a super soldier. If you want to subvert a country's power, it only takes a short week.

Such a dangerous man, who not only hates the government system, but also uses brutal means to fight criminals, no one will let him disappear under the nose, and it will last for a whole year!

Without knowing Frank's whereabouts, the man in the White House couldn't even sleep.

Under the pressure of the White House's joint efforts, this drove Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. to ask Frank to find out why.

"I hope you understand me, Frank."

Nick Fury rubbed his temples with one hand, and said half helplessly and half sadly: "If you don't know your whereabouts, those white-skinned pigs sitting in the office can't sleep, for fear that they will be bombed by you in the middle of the night. God."

Looking at his friend's helpless face, Frank's resentment dissipated for the most part, and he took a sip of wine and said, "Don't worry, I didn't disappear to engage in terrorist activities, but... to be squeezed by some unscrupulous capitalist. That's it."

"Unscrupulous capitalist?"

Nick Fury's eyelids twitched, and his face was full of disbelief: "Aren't you kidding me, there are still people in this world who dare to squeeze you Frank? Is he tired of living or is your brain flooded?"

"neither."

Although Frank was expressionless, his twitching eyes revealed his thoughts: "It's just that I can't beat him, that's all."

This appearance made Nick Fury even more curious, and he hurriedly probed over and asked, "Can you tell me, which unscrupulous capitalist are you working for?"

"Uh......"

Frank thought for a moment, then hesitated for a moment.

Before he came to S.H.I.E.L.D., Lord didn't seem to have said that he could not reveal his identity, that is, he should be able to.

"A place called Soul World."

Frank took his last sip of wine and said slowly, "I'll be... a god of death for now."