"Put the gun away, you're losing too much blood now, and you can't even hold the gun." Salomon said, but Frank Cassel shook his head and refused to do so. He also used a SIG P226 pistol, Marine Corps standard equipment, the pistol he was most familiar with. It's just that the ghost gun with a serial number is probably from the Philippines or some other family handmade gun workshop. The reliability is almost 0. This is also the most common source of weapons in the weapons black market in New York. "Don't think I have a good temper, Frank Cassel. If I want you to die, you won't live now."

"You're going to take me where I said." Frank Cassel quickly raised his head and glanced at the night sky outside the skylight, then pushed the muzzle closer. He lowered his voice and asked in a grim tone, "Where is your Kun-style fighter plane parked? Where is the evacuation passage that Nick Fury raised arranged for you? That explosion...Is that agent sent by the bitch sent by the bitch? Did you?"

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter." Salomon did not spoil his thoughts. The smell of blood and sweat on Frank Cassel was very bad. I don't know if it was his blood or the blood of the gangsters, but it is certain that he still had a gunshot wound and several cuts on his body that kept bleeding. "You don't have to leave here with a clear mind. Even if I beat you half to death, you can save you. So either you put down the gun or I will help you put it down." Salomon said. He saw the light machine gun handed to Frank Cassel was thrown by the window, and the ground was covered with bullet shells. This is the origin of the gunshots they heard outside the blockade line not long ago. "You don't want to go to Latovinia to attack the gangsters, but are willing to retreat to New York as a policeman, so be prepared to be used."

"I grab your arm now, and I put the gun on your head," said Frank Cassel. "I'm fighting for myself now, and no one can use me!"

"This doesn't change the result. You have completed your revenge. The so-called crime fight is just to seek death. Many people want you to die, but many people want you to live. Latovinia values ​​your abilities purely, but you refuse." Salomon said unceremoniously. Perhaps it was because of the injury, perhaps because of the trust in the reliability of Nick Fury, or because Lorna was next to him, Frank Cassel finally slowly put away the gun, but he still stared at Salomon with caution. "Close your eyes, silent for dozens of seconds, and you will arrive at a safe place."

While denying the weakness of New York SWAT in his heart, Tina Madani was glad that her support was timely.

Now Madani is a combat hero of the Homeland Security Agency, because Frank Kassel killed his comrade-in-arms in the Marine Corps and one of the masterminds behind his wife and daughter, and he is also Madani's one-night stand lover Billy Russell. However, since the current public opinion environment cannot publicly praise the Punisher on TV, the senior management of the Homeland Security Agency handed over the credit to Madani, who investigated the Cassel family massacre throughout the process. After being promoted, Tina Madani got more resources to track down the Punisher who caused trouble after being released from prison.

However, when she was wearing a bulletproof vest and led the agents of the Homeland Security Agency into the building belonging to the Irish gangsters, all she saw was the corpses of Irish gangsters all over the ground, the collapsed wall, a machine gun and bullet shells all over the ground, and the punishment she tracked, Frank Kassel, was missing again.

"What should I do?" asked the agent.

"Check the source of weapons, this kind of heavy firepower should not appear in Manhattan." Tina Maidani pointed to the machine gun leaning against the window. "I don't expect to find anything, but I'll just let field agents and trace inspectors come in. Maybe the Irish gangsters have the information we want."

"Sir." A special agent hurriedly ran out of the room. "We need a blasting team! There are many IEDs (improvised explosive devices) here, more than the roads in Afghanistan, all of which are mortar shells!"

"Fuck! Are you crazy, Frank!" Tina Maidani looked in the direction he pointed, then gritted her teeth and scolded her while commanding the squad to withdraw. "Turn out the New York SWAT, they will only make trouble! Let them evacuate the surrounding crowds and expand the blockade line! Contact FEMA (Federal Emergency Measures Agency, a subsidiary agency of the Homeland Security Agency) and let them send the emergency technical guards! Don't let anyone enter that room before the blasting team arrives, those things are enough to bomb the entire block into the sky!"

"Where is this?" Frank Cassel was obviously at a loss and even showed a little panic.

He had never been surrounded by such a large group of minors, and he could not take out the pistol he had originally wanted to draw out. He was surrounded by a group of teenagers and young children, sitting on a long table that was obviously a dining table. The person he brought him disappeared and only came over with a white first aid kit a few minutes later.

"Give me your gun. Lorna, put all three guns in the safe."

"Where is this? Why are there so many children?"

"Athena Mountain Orphanage, these people are my family." Salomon first picked up blunt-head scissors, cut open the clothes of the injured part before Frank Cassel could react, and then opened the first aid box to sort out the surgical equipment. "Does the bullet still be inside? Do you need anesthesia?" He picked up a bottle of normal saline and began to clean the wounds that were bleeding. A scalpel and a pair of tweezers were the most basic tools. Seeing Frank Cassel shaking his head, Salomon simply stretched the tweezers in and started digging the bullets. His movements were very rude but effective.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In less than twenty seconds, he found the bullet and began to sew the wound. Even the cut of the dagger began to sew, just like he was a very skilled medical soldier. After treating the wound and covering it with gauze, he poured himself and Frank Cassel a glass of Tennessee whiskey, which perfectly fits the style of the Punisher. Frank Cassel could not drink those expensive brandy, and the country man's whiskey was most suitable for middle-aged men and veterans like him, cheap and strong.

"I'm lucky that I didn't hurt my bones and large blood vessels. No matter how long you can't lift your shoulders again."

"Who are you?" Frank Cassel suddenly asked. He was not a fool. The whole thing was very bizarre. He didn't know how he got here, nor did he know the truth about all this. He only knew that he had really arrived at a place he didn't know ten seconds later. "Often people don't have this skill. Are you an agent of Nick Fury?"

"No, Nick Fury is my agent." After treating the wound, Salomon took off his disposable rubber gloves. "Now Nick Fury is working for me, and all the resources that S.H.E.L.D. has not been seized by the White House and the Pentagon. Even Nick Fury's space station and alien pets are no exception."

"You are a Latovinian official? Why do you want to save me?"
Chapter completed!