Chapter 20 :Run!

"Run!"

Frank was never one to be indecisive. He knew he was implicated the moment he saw a dozen gangsters turn up. Without hesitation, Frank immediately turned around and rushed into the alley. Paul hurriedly followed behind Frank; he didn't want to face so many armed forces alone.

The two returned to the alley, bypassed the location of the warehouse, and fled outside from the fork. The sound of chaotic footsteps followed closely, like a group of rabid dogs seeing flesh and blood, biting them tightly and not letting go. In this small and gloomy environment, it gave a sense of suffocation and oppression.

Suddenly, Frank, who was running at the front, seemed to notice something, and his face turned cold. He took out a Browning automatic pistol from his waist and assumed a standard shooting posture.

Just then, several sneaky figures blocked their way. The attackers did not expect Frank's reaction to be so fast. Before they could raise their guns to aim, Frank pulled the trigger continuously at an extremely fast speed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Browning automatic pistol modified by Frank made a terrifying sound. Shell casings jumped out of the gun with smoke, and bullets tore through the heads of the attackers instantly. The roaring gunshots echoed in the narrow alley, making it feel like their eardrums were tearing apart.

These gunshots seemed to announce the start of the war.

Da-da-da-da-da...

A gangster rushed over from behind, and the automatic rifle in his hand poured ammunition at them, the dazzling firelight illuminating the surrounding darkness. Facing the ferocious rain of bullets, Paul and Frank immediately retreated into the recesses of the walls on both sides. The powerful firepower instantly suppressed them and made them unable to move.

What was worse was the sound of footsteps coming from the front exit again. Those few attackers were not the only ones surrounding them.

Paul took a look outside and found that they were surrounded by a group of gangsters, so he quickly retracted his head. He looked at Frank on the opposite side and asked loudly, "What's our plan?"

"Get out!"

"This plan sounds plausible!"

Paul took out a small pistol, regretting not having prepared a few more bombs earlier. Immediately, Frank threw a smoke bomb to the ground. Thick smoke soon covered the surrounding space, making the already invisible alley more cloudy and foggy.

Hearing the gunshots outside weaken, Frank immediately rushed out, followed by Paul, who seemed more reckless, not caring if a bullet accidentally hit him. In the smoke, the gangsters blocking the front noticed two figures rushing towards them.

"Damn, they're here..."

Before the words were finished, a few bullets instantly tore through their flesh, blocking the remaining words in their throats. Before one of the surviving gangsters could rejoice, Frank pounced on him like a bloodthirsty beast, grabbed his neck with a powerful palm, pressed the muzzle of his gun directly to his jaw, and pulled the trigger. White matter splashed out from the top of his head.

As expected of the Punisher, he was indeed fierce!

Paul sighed inwardly. Suddenly, he felt a tearing sound in the air, and the butt of a gun hit him hard on the head. Paul swayed but did not fall. When he turned his head, he saw a black hole in front of the muzzle.

Boom!

A trace of white smoke came out of the gun, and the man looked at Paul in astonishment. Paul maintained the posture of falling backward but stopped halfway, as if he had tensed his body to forcibly resist the bullet's momentum, showing a strange half-bent posture.

But the problem was that the bullet had obviously hit his head—how could he still react?

At that moment, Paul's body straightened up slowly. Under the man's horrified gaze, Paul smiled brightly despite the bloody wound on his forehead.

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

After speaking, Paul raised his gun and returned fire. The man tried to imitate Paul's astonishing maneuver but failed and fell down neatly.

Paul turned his head and saw Frank, who had already eliminated all his opponents, looking at him. Frank glanced at him but didn't say much. Before the smoke cleared, the two finally ran to the street.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a roar of engines in the alley, and two gangsters rushed out on a motorcycle. The man sitting behind raised a submachine gun and fired at them, clearly intent on keeping them.

Frank couldn't help but wonder what exactly Paul had done to make these gangsters so relentless. Even Paul didn't expect such a strong reaction. In a short period, so many people had gathered to encircle and suppress them.