The Punisher - Frank!
Just by mentioning his name, it was enough to frighten the gangsters in New York City. It could make those lawless and bold criminals run away in fear, and even a character who peed all over the place!
"It's him..."
Steve frowned slightly, and there was a look of disgust on his face.
He had heard of this guy. Unlike the gentle methods of other heroes, he was extremely cruel and never let go of any criminal. He was an executioner who wandered the edge of the darkness and could fall into the abyss at any time!
This made obeying orders a heavenly duty, treating justice as a rule, Steve, who had been in the army for decades, hated and disliked behavior the most.
Tony Stark was like this, Frank was the same, and both of them were the same, placing their individual will above the entire law.
Could such a chaotic team really be as Nick Fury said, taking up the responsibility of protecting the earth?
At the thought of this, Steve's heart could not help but be covered in a layer of haze. He missed the roaring assault team from before.
"Ok ---no problem."
Nick Fury was amused. An awkward expression flashed across his face. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "As long as I can find the Tesseract, I promise that I will never disturb you again in the future."
"I hope so."
Frank crossed his arms in front of his chest and said coldly, "So, have you found the guy who stole the Tesseract?"
"Not yet."
Coulson scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "We used all the satellites to use facial recognition to search the world, but there is no progress at the moment."
"No, this search range is too big." Banner shook his head and turned to look at Coulson, asking, "We have to reduce the range. How many spectrometer can you borrow?"
Coulson was stunned and asked in confusion, "We can borrow them, but what do you want them for?"
Banner took off his suit and walked to the corridor of the bridge. "I need a large number of spectrometers to track down the gamma rays emitted by the cosmic cube. This way, I can narrow the search range."
"give him what he want."
Nick Fury turned around and gave his assistant Hill a look. "Use all the optical spectrometerin the labs to cooperate with Dr. Banner."
In just a few minutes, under S. H. I. E. L. D.'s pressure, a total of five thousand optical spectres in the entire US were temporarily transferred over.
Banner set and adjusted the data of the optical spectres, using it to track the specific spectrum, which was the gamma rays of the Tesseract.
The search of the optical spectres still needed some time. Tony was not willing to wait idly, so he ran over to help Dr. Banner and calibrate the data of the gamma rays together. The two of them chatted as they busied themselves.
The two world-class scientists sat together, from quantum physics to basic physics. The content of the chat was like a heavenly book, making Coulson feel dizzy and uneducated. He simply moved his butt to the side, no longer participating in the discussion of the big shots.
On the other hand, Peter Parker, although a student, showed an amazing mind, and could barely keep up with the discussion between the two, especially in biology, he had an insight that made Tony praise.
Steve was similar to Coulson. Seeing that he did not need his help, he sat alone in the corner, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the moment of the war.
Nick Fury carried a bottle of wine, walked to Frank, and handed it over. "Old friend, do you mind talking to me?"
"Don Julio? 1942?" Frank glanced at the wine that was handed over and asked in surprise, "I remember that this thing is limited. Where did you get it from?"
"The home of a terrorist."
A smile appeared in Nick Fury's eyes. He shrugged and said, "This bottle of wine is very lucky. It is the only thing that can still be preserved under the bombardment of artillery shells."
"Then I want to have a taste..."
Frank licked his lips, and his addiction was aroused. He took the bottle of wine, unscrewed it, poured himself a cup, and took a sip to express his appreciation.
Nick Fury sat next to him and poured himself a cup. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Frank. You finally let go of your hatred and plan to return to your normal life."
"Return to your normal life?"
Frank's hand, which was holding the wine glass, suddenly stiffened. He laughed at himself and said, "I don't intend to let go of my hatred, nor will I return to my normal life. From the moment they died, I will never be able to return."
Nick Fury's eyes narrowed slightly. There seemed to be a flash of light. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "This is strange. I haven't heard the news of the Punisher's operation in the past year. I thought you had retired."
Frank looked at him sarcastically and sneered, "Fury, don't use that ridiculous trick in front of me."
"I never intended to hide it." Nick Fury, who was exposed in front of him, was not surprised. After all, the combat strength of the man in front of him could be said to be the highest level of human beings, equivalent to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s level ten agent.
Nick Fury took a sip of wine and said lightly, "You know my character. I have a skeptical attitude towards everyone, especially for a man like you. You suddenly disappeared for an entire year. I have to know what you are doing."
"What if I don't intend to tell you?"
Frank put down his wine glass and looked straight into Nick Fury's eyes without any expression. His tone was flat.
"I will investigate it myself."
Nick Fury was not surprised. He only said calmly, "You will not disappear for no reason. A year is too long. It is enough for you to prepare a lot of things. It is not impossible for a terrifying person like you to assassinate the president."
Frank, who had undergone the strictest military training and was familiar with individual soldiers and team special combat techniques, was proficient in firearms, explosions, fighting, assassination, infiltration, diving, interrogation, intelligence gathering, camouflage, and many other combat techniques. It was no exaggeration to call him a modern super soldier king. If he wanted to subvert a country's regime, it would only take a week.
Such a dangerous man not only hated the government system, but also used brutal methods to attack criminals. No one would allow him to disappear under their eyes for a whole year!
Without figuring out Frank's whereabouts, the person in the White House could not even sleep peacefully.
Under the pressure of the White House combined with multiple parties, Nick Fury drove S. H. I. E. L. D. to ask Frank for the reason.
"I hope you can understand me, Frank."
Nick Fury rubbed his temples with one hand. "If I don't find out your whereabouts, those white pigs sitting in the office won't be able to sleep. They are afraid that you will blow them up in the middle of the night."
Looking at his good friend's helpless expression, the resentment in Frank's heart was mostly gone. He sipped his wine and said, "Don't worry. I disappeared not to do anything bad to this country, but... I was squeezed by some unscrupulous capitalist."
"Unscrupulous capitalist?"
Nick Fury's eyelids twitched and his face was filled with disbelief. "Are you joking with me? Is there anyone in this world who dares to squeeze you, Frank? Is he tired of living or is there something wrong with your brain?"
"None of them."
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. He quickly poked his head over and asked, "Can you tell me which unscrupulous capitalist you are working for?"
"Uh..."
Frank thought about it and hesitated for a moment.
Before he came to S. H. I. E. L. D., Lod did not seem to have said that he could not reveal his identity, which meant that he should be able to say it.
"A place called Soul Society."
Frank drank the last mouthful of wine and slowly said, "For now, I can be considered... death god."