Chapter 19: "Be careful, they are coming for us!"

After dealing with the gangsters who had attacked Curry, Paul quickly walked toward the alley without stopping. (A/N: Curry was the Warehouse peasant)

The heavy truck belonging to the Russian gang was still parked on the street.

However, the Russian gang member who had stayed outside had disappeared.

"Slap!"

Just as Paul was about to step out of the alley, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, landing in front of him.

Paul frowned slightly and stopped.

All he saw was a distorted corpse in front of him—it was the missing Russian gang member.

The corpse was in a terrible state, with bloody scars all over and thin steel wires tied to its limbs, as if it had been hung on a street lamp. Based on Paul's experience, those scars were likely the traces of cruel torture endured during his lifetime.

Tread, tread...

Heavy footsteps sounded in the darkness, and a burly black figure stepped out of the shadows.

As the figure approached, Paul could see clearly that it was a tall man with unusually prominent nasal bones, and the contours of his face hidden in the shadows looked extremely menacing.He wore a black shirt and a thick cloak over a bulletproof vest with a huge pale skull printed on it.

Seeing this iconic attire, Paul immediately recognized the man in front of him without needing to ask further.

Frank Castle, codenamed The Punisher!Originally a Marine Corps soldier, Frank was also an expert in unconventional warfare.However, his family was caught in a gang fight and tragically killed.Since then, he had become the Punisher, dealing with all evil forces.His methods were extremely bloody and brutal.Although Frank didn't have any supernatural abilities, his fighting prowess was not to be underestimated.Frank's style of operation was very similar to Wade's, except that he never engaged in idle talk.

"Son, you shouldn't be in the alley at this time."

A hoarse and deep voice sounded as Frank slowly walked out of the shadows. His pupils were filled with cold light, and a strong smell of blood seemed to emanate from him. He held an exaggerated dagger in his right hand, blood dripping from the blade.

Compared to this 1.9-meter strong man, the slightly thin Paul looked like a child in front of him. Actually, it shouldn't be said he looked like a child.

Due to being modeled after a high school student from a game, Paul, after traveling through time, had also reverted to being eighteen years old, the age of a high schooler. To Frank, this age was indeed that of a child.

"Tell me, what happened to Curry?" Frank asked in a deep voice.

Paul pondered for a few seconds and finally replied honestly, "We were fighting the landlords. They didn't expect me to fire a bomb, and the whole warehouse was blown up."

Frank frowned, unable to understand Paul's meaning at all.

In fact, he hadn't been there for long. He had just caught a member of the Russian gang outside. After an unconventional interrogation, he heard a loud explosion in the warehouse.

Originally, Frank planned to lurk nearby, waiting for Curry's gangsters to appear.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, only a boy appeared in the alley.

Frank knew that the deepest part of the alley was the warehouse, and the boy in front of him definitely had a lot to do with that explosion.

"Be clear," Frank walked up to Paul and asked again.

"Can't you see that?" Paul shook the remote control in his hand and said cheerfully, "Obviously, I blew up that place. You may be late—those gangsters have already been dealt with by me. Their ashes should still be there."

Hearing his words, Frank was not surprised.

"Who are you?"

"Just an enthusiastic passerby," Paul said without changing his expression, while secretly guarding against Frank.

In fact, he wasn't sure if this god of death, who advocated violent solutions, would attack him.

Frank took a deep look at Paul, then wiped off the blood on the dagger, showing no intention of making a move.

After his observation, the boy in front of him was not within his hunting range. Although Frank had never been soft-hearted, he still had his own set of rules. He had a certain tolerance for young people, and the dead were all those damned gangsters.

Frank didn't speak, turned, and walked out of the alley.

However, he soon stopped.

Paul followed his line of sight, and not far away were several black jeeps rushing toward them!

Accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, the convoy stopped in front of them, and a dozen heavily armed men got out of the cars, their eyes fixed on them.

Paul immediately shrank behind Frank and said seriously, "Be careful, they are coming for us!"

Frank glanced back at Paul.

'What do you mean, 'us'?'

Although Frank didn't know what had happened with Curry, he was sure that this guy must have provoked these people and implicated him.