18 Tonight's Night is Moist

"Stay safe. The fact that he's still alive means he's not too weak. Don't underestimate him."

Diana didn't see any issue with Russell taking down the Punisher.

Though killing wasn't a good thing, it depended on who was being killed.

Diana had never claimed to be a saint.

While the educational methods on Themyscira might have been a bit outdated, one thing they got right was that only a dead enemy was a good enemy.

Showing mercy to enemies not only risked one's own life but also the lives of family and friends.

Though Diana had only spent four years in this world, she had lived in human society for decades in the neighboring DC universe.

She hadn't missed the series of nonsensical events caused by so-called human rights.

If Russell wanted to kill an ordinary person who posed no threat to society, Diana would stop him.

Clearly, the Punisher didn't fall into this category.

On the surface, the Punisher only targeted guilty individuals.

However, it was important not to forget that violence often led to uncontrollable collateral damage.

And it was often ordinary people who bore the brunt of this collateral damage.

Without going too far, the fire at Russell's agency was a clear example.

If not for the timely arrival of the police and firefighters, more than just Russell's agency could have been burned.

After sharing what had happened today with Diana, Russell patted her flat abdomen, devoid of any excess fat.

"You've had a long day at work. You must be tired. Take a shower and get some rest!"

Russell's expression and tone were serious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Diana shot him a look.

After living together for two years, she could easily figure out what he was suggesting, even with her eyes closed.

Diana got up from the couch and left the living room, heading for the master bedroom.

Not long after, the sound of rushing water echoed from the master bathroom.

Upon hearing the sound of water, Russell got up and approached the bathroom door.

The door wasn't completely closed, leaving a thin yet obvious gap that hinted at possibilities.

Great!

This was the unspoken understanding between an old married couple.

Without hesitation, Russell pushed the door open and walked in.

The bathroom was enveloped in mist, and within it stood a form resembling the goddess Venus—a perfect figure.

The mist partially concealed this artistic body, leaving it visible yet hidden, creating an urge to unveil its true beauty.

Tonight's night was moist.

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Russell slowly opened his eyes in the early morning of the second day.

Having been busy until midnight, he gently pulled his left arm out from under Diana's head, which she had been using as a pillow.

After moving his slightly numb left hand, he couldn't help but recall the wild scenes from last night.

Compared to Diana, who had the physique of a demigoddess, his own extraordinary constitution was a bit lacking.

In the past, battles often ended with Diana emerging victorious. However, last night, thanks to his iron-like willpower and the newly acquired control over adrenaline, he finally blew the victorious horn on the frontlines, achieving his ultimate triumph.

Although he had achieved his first victory on the frontlines after two years of cohabitation, there were still a few unexpected incidents during the battle.

He had believed he could perfectly control the symbiote entity within him. However, reality proved that he was still a bit short of perfect control.

During moments of extreme pleasure, the symbiote entity still occasionally exhibited uncontrolled behavior.

At the height of the battle, some of the entity had unconsciously emerged from his chest.

Although only a few centimeters had appeared, the consequence of this was that he narrowly avoided being kicked off the bed by Diana.

Had he not quickly realized the situation and retracted the entity entirely, he would likely have been left with some indelible psychological scars from last night.

Despite the unexpected minor incidents, he had to admit that last night had been a beautiful evening—a night worth remembering.

Even now, when he recalled it, Russell felt a slight sense of excitement—a dual excitement of both mind and body.

Thinking this, he unconsciously turned to glance at Diana, who was still asleep.

Even while sleeping, beautiful people remained beautiful. Her glossy, flowing black hair was casually spread out, not giving a messy impression.

Instead, it made the dignified Diana appear alluring and lazy. Her shoulders were as smooth as carved jade, graceful and delicate. Tracing down her shoulders revealed an elegant curve.

Unfortunately, this curve was currently concealed by the thin, soft sheets, denying him the full view. Moving downward, most of what was visible was still the white bedding.

The only exception was her slightly restless left foot. Long and straight, with perfect lines and an excellent feel, her left foot protruded from the sheets.

Although only a portion was visible, it was enough to ignite one's imagination, leaving them curious about the alluring figure hidden beneath the sheets.

Russell didn't wake Diana. Instead, he got up, freshened up, and began thinking about how to locate the elusive Punisher.

Since he had decided to eliminate the Punisher, he needed to do so as soon as possible to prevent any major incidents.

Over the past few days, he had created enough attention-seeking incidents. Continuing this high-profile approach might lead to unnecessary trouble.

While he was getting ready, Diana, still half-asleep, came into the bathroom.

Despite having her own sleepwear, Diana always preferred wearing his white shirt, and she wore only that—recklessly showing off her enticing legs.

Breakfast was Diana's task as usual. While she prepared breakfast, Russell turned on the television and checked the morning news.

As expected, the destroyed textile factory had become today's headline.

An ordinary-looking textile factory that paid its taxes on time had suddenly fallen victim to a catastrophe.

Although the New York police were attempting to handle the situation discreetly and were investigating the killer covertly, the media's sharp senses weren't about to let this sensational news slip by.

A vicious case resulting in dozens of deaths!

In the eyes of the media, this was an absolute goldmine of attention.

Within just one night, the media had already uncovered quite a bit of useful insider information.

For instance, the seemingly ordinary textile factory was, in fact, a notorious assassin organization.

The reputation of the Brotherhood of Assassins wasn't small within the assassin community, and as long as one was willing to pay, obtaining information about the Brotherhood was hardly difficult.

An assassin organization hidden in the shadows!

A violent showdown unknown to the public!

Dozens of deaths!

With these elements combined, the curiosity of the public was thoroughly ignited.

While New York had experienced its share of shooting incidents, cases resulting in dozens of deaths were still rare.

The sudden appearance of a major case not only piqued the interest of the public but also captured the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York branch.

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