Kung Fu Panda Breaking Through Marvel

Chapter 24 Underfire Syndrome

"Thank you for saving me, I will repay you."

Frank walked towards the door with firm eyes.

From now on, he only has revenge in his heart.

Not only to avenge the gangsters who killed his wife and children, but also to avenge all the victims and criminals in this world.

Whoever is guilty must die!
Regardless of whether the crime is serious or the crime is relatively minor, neither of them can be let go.

Wang Lin shook his head: "You are seriously injured. Although you have used the best healing medicine, it will take ten days to recover. Before that, you are not suitable for revenge."

"I know."

"You want to investigate the blacksmith and the three major gangs first, and find a way to get weapons and equipment?"

"Yes."

"Then you don't have to go out, because I can tell you everything you want to know, and I can give you the weapons and equipment you want."

"you?"

Frank stopped in his tracks and looked at Wang Lin with burning eyes: "Who the hell are you?"

With the ability and courage, he rescued him from the Central Park where the three major gangs were fighting before the police arrived, and even arrested a white American citizen.

Can immobilize living people in weird ways, witness the inhumane interrogation without changing his face, and see himself kill that white citizen without blinking an eye.

He actually knows everything he wants to know, and can even get the weapons and equipment he wants.

Such a person is certainly not an ordinary person!

Wang Lin: "Do you know Wilson Fisk?"

An idea flashed in Frank's mind: "Wilson Fisk? Do you know Wilson Fisk? Are you one of his people?"

Before Wang Lin could answer, Frank shook his head in denial: "No, he is not qualified to recruit people like you. It is said that two mysterious people killed Wilson Fisk, and one of them was taller and mightier than Wilson Fisk. Could it be you?"

"it's me."

"That's not surprising." Frank nodded.

Hellmaids, Irishmen, and Mexican gangsters put together can't compare to a Wilson Fisk.

How could someone who even Wilson Fisk dared to kill and was able to kill would pay attention to the three major gangsters?

Frank said in a deep voice, "Why are you helping me? Do you also have a tragic history and want to avenge those gangsters? Or do you want to be a vigilante and make this city a better place?"

Revenge on the gang?
Be a vigilante?
As soon as these words came out, Wang Lin couldn't help but sneered: "No, I'm not interested at all. As for whether this city is good or bad, what does it matter to me?"

"What's that for?"

"Maybe it's because of interest, maybe I'm interested in you, maybe it's just because you don't like the three big gangsters, or maybe you just find something to pass the time, does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter." Frank shook his head.

He just wants revenge now.

It is of course a good thing that Wang Lin is willing to help him.

As for what Wang Lin's purpose is, he is not interested.

"Then, let's start from the beginning."

Wang Lin spoke eloquently, generally speaking about the plots of "Daredevil Season [-]" and "The Punisher Season [-]".

The more Frank listened, his eyes widened, his breathing became more rapid, his heart beat faster, and his fists clenched tighter.

The "blacksmith" was actually the captain of the combat team when he was in the Marine Corps, and now Colonel Skunov?
The three major gangs in Central Park were fighting, but the "blacksmith" was in charge. The purpose was not to eliminate the three major gangs, but to kill himself?
The reason for silence is because when a mission was performed that year, a video of the interrogation was accidentally exposed, and the "blacksmith" suspected that it was done by himself?

The man behind the scenes is not only "Blacksmith", but also his best friend "Billy Russell", and William Rawlins, the senior CIA executive who was blinded by himself in the left eye because of reckless disregard of human life?

"Why? Just for a mere interrogation video, you want to kill me?" Frank couldn't figure it out.

Isn't it an interrogation?

Even if it is cruel, it will not kill those people, or even put them in jail!
Is it worth taking the risk to kill someone?
Wang Lin: "You blinded him in one eye, why didn't he kill you? Also, do you know why they killed so many people?"

"why?"

"Because they want to use corpses to transport poison!"

That's the crux of the whole thing.

William Rollins ran the channel and acted as the umbrella.

The "blacksmith" is responsible for drug transportation and sales.

"Puzzle" Billy Russell and others are participants.

This is an organized and disciplined drug trafficking group.

This group of people has occupied nearly half of the drug market in New York, and with New York as the center, it has spread to hundreds of surrounding cities!
"How could this be? Is all this true?"

Frank muttered to himself, doubting life.

He doubted his years in the Marine Corps.

Could it be that I have been kept in the dark all this time, and have been helping those people transport drugs without knowing it?
"I'll check it out!" Frank gritted his teeth.

Deep down in his heart, he already believed everything Wang Lin said.

But he had to investigate it himself to make sure it was accurate.

"The weapons and equipment are in the room, you can choose them yourself." Wang Lin pointed to the master bedroom.

Frank opened the door and was stunned.

What did he see?
Ammunition, ammunition everywhere!

There are boxes and boxes of bullets of all kinds, which add up to at least [-] rounds.

Piles of pistols, automatic rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, and submachine guns were thrown on the bed in a mess and piled up to the roof.

And on the ground near the door, there are actually a lot of RPG rocket launchers, grenade launchers, high-explosive grenades, body armor, tactical helmets and other individual equipment.

There are even several mortars!

There are not only light mortars suitable for individual combat, but also medium and heavy mortars that weigh at least tens of kilograms, or even hundreds of kilograms.

Frank turned around and looked at Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, his eyes were full of doubts.

Forget about those guns.

Forget about RPG rocket launchers and grenade launchers.

Even those light mortars can be obtained by looking for connections.

But where did you get those medium and heavy mortars, and what do you want them for?
Could it be that you want to blow up the Pentagon?
The point is, you put so many ammunition here, if the police come to your door, you can't hide it at all!
"Don't look at me like that, take whatever you want," Wang Lin said.

If it wasn't for fear of not explaining well and causing unnecessary trouble, he would have taken out these munitions instead of continuing to put them in the group space?

As soon as you leave, I'll put away all the ammunition to save space!

"...I'll go out first."

An hour later, Frank returned in an SUV, stuffed it with ammunition, and left again.

This time, it took him ten days to return.

"Have you found out?" Wang Lin asked.

"I've found out, your information is accurate. I have wiped out the Hell Rabid Dogs, the Irish and the Mexican gangsters, and there is not one left." Frank said.

Wang Lin: "..."

There are hundreds of people from the three major gangs, at least?
It's only been ten days since your regiment was wiped out?

No wonder people say that you are not alone, but a well-trained army, which is true.

A one-man army is worthy of the Punisher!
"Then why are you coming back?"

"Although the three major gangs have been wiped out, the real mastermind behind the scenes is still alive, and must have been alarmed. They will definitely suspect that I wiped out the three major gangs, and take precautions."

"so?"

"I know them well, they are very difficult to deal with, and everyone is an elite. I am not sure enough, so I want to ask you for help. Besides... there is not enough ammunition." Frank was a little embarrassed.

Wang Lin was dumbfounded.

Last time you transported a whole truckload of ammunition, just a few boxes of bullets.

Not enough?
Uncle Punishment, did you grow up eating guns, or do you have insufficient firepower syndrome?

The person with insufficient firepower syndrome should be me who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, right?
(End of this chapter)