A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 127 Punish Them
"This Heinz, is my wife right? I really have hysteria?" Red Skull's expression was dull, he stared at the punisher in front of him, rubbed his temples and asked in doubt.

On the other hand, Heinz was already in a cold sweat, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He thought to himself that your wife was right. You do have a problem with your brain, but it’s not that you have hallucinations due to tumors, but that you’re still twitching even when the enemies are standing in front of you. dream?
That's the Punisher, the real Punisher!
The mechanical prosthetic eye he implanted is constantly telling him with various readings that what is standing in front of him is a living person, not some hallucination caused by the Red Skull's dementia and epileptic seizures.

In order to please the president after he was distracted, Heinz spent several months memorizing the looks and costumes of all the superheroes, as well as their abilities and preferences.

Being able to do this was also due to the fact that before the war, when he was only ten years old, he was a fan of the Avengers and had an illustrated book of superheroes in his hand, which laid a good foundation for winning the love of the Red Skull in the future.

But none of these advantages in the past can save his life. At this moment, he can only make wise use of desperation!

"what----"

Heinz swallowed a mouthful of saliva and let out a loud cry. He threw up the paper in his hand, trying to block the Punisher's sight.At the same time, he squatted down quickly, touched his waist with his left hand, and planned to draw his gun and shoot.

However, when his hand touched his waist, he only felt emptiness.

Heinz's face turned pale instantly, his hands trembled, and he frantically searched for the weapon he had always relied on, only to find that there was nothing there.His heart beat rapidly, and the emotion called fear almost engulfed him.

He began to suspect that he had actually had a mass hysteria with the President.

"ding ding ding ding"

A slight shaking sound came from the desk. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the sound. A row of bullets was neatly placed on the desk.

However, the last bullet in the row was shaking from side to side, as if the person who placed it became distracted at the last moment and did not place it safely.

Suddenly, Heinz noticed something suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he slowly turned his head to look, only to see a silver-haired man in a blue tights standing by the window.

The man was tossing a gun in his hand. The gun was engraved with Heinz's name, and it was clearly visible that it was the weapon that Heinz had just disappeared.

Hinds' pupils constricted slightly, and he felt a chill rise up his spine.

Quicksilver!And Quicksilver is here too!

In one day, two superheroes who should have died appeared at the same time, combined with some recent events.
Before Heinz could figure it out, Red Skull suddenly slapped his hands and shouted with a bright smile:
"Hey, you're so cute, Heinz! How do you know that today is the 43rd anniversary of my shooting Moonlight Knight? You even found someone to dress up like this to make me happy."

"It's just that the details are not done properly. The punisher was judged dead 20 days later. It's a bit early now, but it's good or bad, really sensible."

what?
Heinz was stunned, he couldn't help turning his head stiffly to look at the Red Skull.

He couldn't understand what the Red Skull said at all, his mind was in chaos, his thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of it all.

After a few seconds he came to the conclusion: he could draw no conclusions and could not understand anything.

"Awesome." Red Skull's eyes narrowed into slits, he put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the punisher, with a smile on his face, "You played so well, the president will reward you."

The Punisher just watched the Red Skull approaching coldly.

The distance between the two gradually shortened, getting closer and closer, almost to less than two meters.At this time, Red Skull's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a fierce light flashed in them.At the same moment, his right hand had clenched into a fist and thrust out suddenly.

The fist shot straight through the air towards the Punisher's Adam's apple, so fast that it was difficult to react.

But there was no panic on Frank's face, and his eyes remained indifferent.He quickly raised a hand, and blocked the fatal blow of the Red Skull with the edge of the palm.The strength of the two merged in the air, and a light sound erupted.

The Red Skull's fist came to a halt on the Punisher's palm, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the Punisher stood firmly in place.

"I won't pull out the gun on my back, that kid who runs fast must have already taken it." Red Skull smiled lowly, with a hint of mockery and disdain in his voice.

"I don't care, when did you become so physically strong, or why are you still alive and so young," he continued.

After a pause, the Red Skull raised an eyebrow, and the wrinkled mask on his face became distorted. "I just want to know, what are you doing here today? Do you want to be a hero again?"

"Waiting for 40 years, until we killed so many people to come out and save the world? Don't you think it's a bit late?"

"Oh, remember what I just said about actors? I built an arena, and every day I would put people who were against Hydra into pretending to be superheroes to see if they could save themselves."

"In the end, what do you think is the most interesting thing? There are a few poor people kneeling on the ground, praying for help to the fake superhero objects in their hands!"

"You really think you can change the world back to the way it was?"

The Red Skull's voice was extremely sharp, and his eyes were fixed on the Punisher, as if he wanted to dissect everything deep in the opponent's heart.

But the black-haired man just stood there, like a deep-rooted mountain, unwavering.

After a long time, he said, "No."

"Hahaha!" Red Skull laughed loudly, and his voice echoed in the room. His smile was ferocious and crazy, like a triumphant demon after a successful trick.

"I'm not interested in saving the world, or being a hero." The Punisher said slowly, his voice calm and indifferent, as if it had been squeezed out of a crack in a stone.

He twisted his fingers so they rattled.

"I'm just here to punish you."

"Haha. Ah...ha." The arc of Red Skull's teasing mouth gradually narrowed, like the surface of water blown by a cold wind, a thin layer of ice gradually formed on the edge of the smile.

The next second, a heavy fist hit the Red Skull's mask mercilessly, making a deep muffled sound.

Blood splashed everywhere, like bright red flowers blooming on the face of the Hydra leader, dyeing the already bright red skull face a scarlet.

His body flew upside down uncontrollably, knocking the desk over in a panic.

Heinz squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, trembling as he watched everything that happened in the President's Office.

(End of this chapter)