"Me? Agent of SHIELD?"
Perkins was stunned.
She didn't expect that Russell would suspect that she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
For a killer, this is a serious suspicion.
Even a potentially life-threatening suspicion.
Any killer is naturally wary of agents from official agencies.
Whether the agent is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., an agent of the FBI, CIA, MI6, or even an agent of the KGB, the defunct former Soviet intelligence agency, it will arouse their vigilance.
What's more, the killers are not police and they don't need so-called evidence.
As long as they doubt you, they can probably kill you.
As for whether there will be manslaughter, this is not within the scope of the killers' consideration.
Russell said nothing and looked at Perkins calmly.
He couldn't tell whether Perkins was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he just had such a suspicion.
After all, in his memory, there was a SHIELD agent who looked exactly like Perkins.
"Why do you think I'm an agent of SHIELD?"
Perkins returned to his iceberg beauty appearance and asked with a frown.
"intuition!"
intuition?
After hearing Russell's answer, Perkins almost couldn't help but draw a gun and shoot him.
Just because of your intuition, you suspect that I am an agent of SHIELD?
"Do you have any idea how much trouble this suspicion will get me into?"
Perkins is really unhappy now.
With Russell's current reputation, if others knew that he suspected Perkins was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, there was a high probability that other fellow killers would directly think of her as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
When the time comes, those colleagues who already have issues with her may regard her as an assassination target.
"Of course I know, so I've never told anyone else about it."
Russell poured himself another glass of whiskey and took a sip.
After seeing Russell's calm expression without any change, Perkins wanted to bite him a few times now.
"I'm not an agent of SHIELD!"
Perkins said extremely seriously before getting up and leaving.
After saying that, she left the bar.
When Perkins left, Russell waited patiently for information from the hotel.
He has no intention of returning to work in the agency until the Punisher is taken care of.
After waiting, we waited until noon.
hotel restaurant.
Russell was enjoying lunch alone in the restaurant.
At this time, Charon in a straight suit came to him.
"Mr. Bradley, this is the information you want."
Charon handed the paper in his hand to Russell.
"Thanks."
"Sir, do you have any other needs?" Charon then asked.
The information has been obtained.
According to Russell's past style, he will immediately set out to deal with the Punisher.
Since we are going to kill people, we naturally need weapons and equipment.
"Is the sommelier in the hotel now?"
"He won't be gone."
Charon replied with a smile.
The sommelier is the hotel's gun supplier.
As for why the person who provides firearms is called a sommelier, it should be that both alcohol and bullets have the effect of making people lie down.
Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Russell headed to the hotel's tasting room alone.
In the tasting room, he met the sommelier whom he had met countless times.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bradley!"
Like Charon, the sommelier also wore a crisp black suit.
The only difference is that the sommelier is not black, but white.
"I want to taste it."
Unlike a normal wine tasting room, the wine cabinets here are not filled with wine, but various guns.
Pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, daggers, grenades...
Fully automatic, semi-automatic, special modification...
All weapons are placed in categories.
"I know you liked German varieties before, but I highly recommend the new Austrian varieties, Glock 26 and Glock 34."
"You tasted the Glock 26 last time. What do you think?"
The sommelier took out two pistols from the cabinet with pistols and placed them in front of Russell.
"It feels pretty good!" Russell replied.
"Then you should like this new variety."
"With a reshaped handle, flared magazine well, and easier loading, you're sure to love the custom modifications."
The sommelier introduced the new and improved varieties, and Russell picked up the Glock 26 and 34 on the table and tried them out.
Judging from the appearance, there are no particularly obvious changes in the Glock 26 and 34 that the sommelier brought out this time.
But once you get started, you can notice the difference.
I have to say that the modified ones are more comfortable than the original ones.
After some hands-on experience, Russell put down the two pistols and continued: "Is there anything more accurate and powerful?"
"Powerful...accurate..."
After thinking for a while, the sommelier took out an automatic rifle from the cabinet where the rifles were placed.
"AR-15, 11.5-inch barrel, ion-coated bolt, equipped with a 1 to 6x zoom scope from Jikang."
Like the Glock 26 and 34 just now, this AR-15 is obviously a specially modified model.
"Okay, I want these."
Two pistols and an automatic rifle.
These firepowers don't look very powerful, but for Russell, they are completely enough.
These three guns are all prepared for the use of the gun throwing technique. If it is just to kill the Punisher, he can use the Venom Symbiote's ability.
After acquiring the gun-slinging technique, he has yet to actually use it in combat.
This time, he plans to practice with the Punisher.
The Queen.
Downstairs of an abandoned building.
After buying the gun from the sommelier, Russell drove his Porsche 911 here.
According to the investigation by hotel intelligence personnel, the Punisher is now in this abandoned building.
In order to obtain this information, two intelligence officers paid their lives.
This is also the main reason why the expedited fee is four gold coins.
After sitting in the car and looking at the building that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time, Russell got out of the car with the pistol and rifle he had just bought.
His action plan this time is very simple, that is to kill directly.
However, as soon as he got out of the car, he noticed something was wrong.
Someone is watching him!
Although Russell does not have superpowers such as telepathy, he has been a killer for more than two years.
When he drove here, he didn't find anyone following him.
But once he got out of the car, the feeling of being watched became all too obvious.
The symbiote inside him reminded him like a gong in his ear.
police? Or SHIELD?
Russell turned his head and looked at the corner of the street behind him, looking at the car parked on the side of the road.
do not care!
It doesn't matter if it's the police or SHIELD people.
Russell ignored the unidentified monitors and walked into the abandoned building carrying a bag containing a rifle.
This abandoned building has more than twenty floors, and the Punisher's safe house is on the fifteenth floor.
Because of the abandonment, the elevator in the building has long stopped running.
After entering the building, Russell took the rifle out of the bag and turned on the safety.