A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 190 There is always a punisher

In the restaurant, plates of hot food were placed on the table one after another, and in the center was a glistening, mouth-watering roast chicken.The chicken skin is roasted to a fragrant and steaming aroma, and the golden fat slowly flows around the chicken, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma.

Frances and Sarah were running around the table screaming, leaving the blonde woman standing at the foot of the table with another plate of desserts helplessly holding her forehead. It seemed that this was not the first day she had experienced this.

The corners of the black-haired man's mouth raised slightly when he witnessed all this. A few hours ago, he probably wouldn't have cared about this.

"Huh? Why are you the only one coming out? Where is Uncle Fredo?"

Maria, who was cutting off a small piece of chicken to taste to see if it was done, looked up at the corridor and wondered at the man who was about to walk out.

"He went back beforehand. It's a pity that he couldn't attend this sumptuous family dinner." Young Frank said, tilting his head to one side, his eyes wandering and looking a little guilty.

'Uncle Fredo' suddenly disappeared with a wave of his hand after saying the last words. What should he tell Maria and the others?You can't just talk about all the bullshit in the future, right?

Maria looked at the bruises on her husband's face with some suspicion. They definitely couldn't have come from taking out the beer from the refrigerator. In addition, there were some water stains on the man's face after washing his face vigorously. This made her narrow her eyes slightly.

She felt that she had discovered the truth. This guy wouldn't have beaten her uncle and driven him away, right?
The more I thought about Maria, the more I felt that this was probably the case. Frank had been in a state of isolation since he was discharged from the army. He would not go to the doctor when he was taken out, and he would not go to various gatherings in the community when asked.

Now that my uncle is here, he still dares to beat people, which is simply lawless.

Seeing his wife's increasingly unfriendly eyes, young Frank quickly spread his hands and explained: "Hey, I know what you are thinking, things are not what you think!"

"What's that like?" Maria curled her lips and swallowed the sliced ​​chicken in one gulp, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at her husband with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This" the black-haired man was suddenly at a loss for words. One of the reasons he had been trying to avoid his family was to isolate them from dangerous things. Although now he has decided to untie his knot and take on the role of husband and father. responsibility.

But the thing about 'Uncle Fredo' was exactly the kind of thing he didn't want his family to be exposed to. Maria who was questioning him at this moment was ten thousand more terrifying in his eyes than a hundred murderous terrorists. times.
However, he also understood that some things would have to be faced sooner or later.He raised his head and took a deep breath, then looked at the blonde woman in front of him, whose expression had turned a little worried because he had been silent.

Frank cleared his throat. Now he had to give a relatively decent explanation, otherwise Maria would never give up:
"Uncle Fredo just answered the phone and said that he had some personal issues that needed to be dealt with. He said that this moment of our family reunion is very rare, and he didn't want his things to disturb our happiness."

He picked up the cup and took a sip of water. After thinking about his words, he continued: "I promise you, once Uncle Fredo has settled his affairs, I will immediately invite him to come to our home again!"

Maria still raised her eyebrows, looking a little doubtful. Frank carefully controlled his expression so as not to appear too nervous or guilty.

"Is that it?" the blonde asked, crossing her arms, and her eyes told young Frank immediately that she didn't entirely believe the explanation.

"Yes, dear." But Frank replied bravely, then took a deep breath and gently held her hand, hoping it would make her feel at ease.He knew that this story might not last long, but at least it would last through tonight.He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, let's enjoy this delicious dinner and don't let these things disturb our mood."

Maria hesitated, then smiled back, though there was still a hint of confusion in her eyes.But chose to temporarily believe this lie about Uncle Fredo.

At least Frank's performance was much better than usual today, wasn't he?Normally he would just mutter a few words and continue drinking, but he would not lie as gently as he does now.

"You're right. Frances, Sarah, come over for dinner! Don't let me shout you a second time!" Maria sighed, then raised her eyebrows and shouted loudly outside the restaurant, just these two words that were spent chatting. The naughty little guy ran away to nowhere.

In the dark alley, a man with bloody legs and a white vest stained red with blood was crawling on the ground.His face was full of fear and pain, and his mouth kept making sounds of begging and pleading.

Broken glass and broken bottles were scattered around him, and the surrounding walls were a mess of graffiti and daubs.The place is filled with an atmosphere of violence and chaos that makes people shudder.

He was originally the boss of the gang in this neighborhood, but when he begged for mercy at this moment, he didn't even dare to look back at the person who injured him: "I have no grudges against you. Please let me go, please." "

"dong dong dong"

The man wearing a white shirt with skulls on it slowly walked out from behind the gangster with heavy steps. His steps were steady and his eyes were cold.He was holding a smoking gun in his hand, obviously having just experienced a fierce gun battle.His clothes were stained with blood and dust, but his expression was unwavering.

On the way he walked, there were already more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Their eyes were still wide open, but their breathing had stopped long ago.Some corpses were leaning against the wall, leaving traces of their blood on the wall, using their last moments of struggle to create an abstract scarlet painting.

The man wearing a white skull shirt looked so cold and ruthless in this bloody scene. There was no expression on his face, as if all this was just a routine for him. He moved forward firmly without stopping at all. meaning.

"I have been thinking about a question on the way here." The man holding the gun spoke, but what he said was not what the man wanted to hear. "How should I find those people in the park in this world?" Woolen cloth?"

"Please. I really don't know anything about the park. Our territory is not in that area at all." The voice of the man lying on the ground was trembling, his face was covered with snot and tears, his face was pale, and he looked extremely frightened.With his legs broken, he was still crawling forward, trying to get away from the ruthless killer wearing a skull shirt.

After realizing that he could no longer escape, he began to repeat these words repeatedly, hoping to impress the killer.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet came out and went straight to the man's head.After a muffled sound, his body trembled suddenly, and then he fell to the ground motionless.

The Punisher put away the gun in his hand and stared indifferently at the body on the ground that was gradually losing its temperature: "And I have already thought about it clearly. Wouldn't it be fine if I killed all of you?"

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