69novels Chapter 98 The Punisher and Daredevil
Chapter 98 The Punisher and Daredevil
Chapter 98 The Punisher and Daredevil
In the dead of night, Midtown Manhattan was deserted, with only the glow of streetlights casting a pale white hue on the asphalt.
The shops on both sides had long since closed, and the roller shutters were covered with graffiti of various colors.
Frank led the members of the first squad down the sidewalk.
After being injected with the dragon blood potion, everyone's physical strength increased significantly, and they were so energetic that they patrolled until 2 a.m. every night without feeling sleepy at all.
Night patrols are not mandatory.
In his mobilization speech, Li En said that patrol time and routes would be determined by the team leaders themselves, with no overtime quotas or attendance sheets.
However, none of the Hellsword members left the group beforehand.
One reason was that on that day, Li En's mobilization speech on the steps of the police station was compiled into an interview by Ben Yurrick and published on the front page of the New York Gazette.
The title is "Power and Responsibility".
Ben also included Li En's last line, "Use your life to hold off the enemy," verbatim.
After this report was published, the public's expectations for Hellsword were raised to a whole new level.
People started leaning out of their windows and shouting encouragement as they patrolled past.
New York police officers haven't enjoyed this kind of treatment for many years.
On the other hand, these past few nights, a guy dressed in dark red gear has been coming out to interfere with their operations.
Whenever a member of Hellsword is about to fire at a criminal who resists arrest, that person jumps down from the roof or fire ladder and deflects the gun with a short stick, or simply stands in front of the criminal.
The team members didn't know who the other person was.
In their eyes, he was just a lunatic wearing a strange bodysuit, running around on the street in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, obstructing law enforcement.
Moreover, they are very strong; even those who have been enhanced by the Dragon Blood Potion cannot defeat them.
Frank knew.
He had seen that dark red suit of equipment, which was still under construction, in the materials and equipment room of Umbrella School, Baron.
He even touched it and turned the helmet over to look at the internal structure, discovering that there were no visible openings at the eye area.
He asked Barron at the time: "This thing doesn't have lenses, so you can't see anything when you wear it. Who is it for?"
Baron just smiled and said that it was prepared by Li En for a special person.
Frank understood when he put the helmet back.
Matt.
That guy who pretends to be blind in the law firm during the day while wearing sunglasses, and then goes around beating people up at night with a black headscarf tied around his neck.
Now he's changed into a new set of equipment, transforming from a masked man into a little red man.
Although they were both members of Umbrella, there was no rule against fighting between members, so he also planned to beat the other party up to vent his anger for the Hellsword members.
A black Hummer SUV patrolled along Eighth Avenue, its headlights slowly sweeping across the closed roller shutters lining the road.
The team member sitting in the passenger seat suddenly pointed ahead.
"Captain, look ahead."
Frank shifted his gaze from the rearview mirror outside the car window and looked ahead.
About 100 meters away, at the entrance of a small alley.
One person was lying on the ground, and another person was kneeling beside him, with their hands on the former's chest.
It looks like they're doing emergency rescue, but the movements are strange.
The rhythm of the pressure was completely irregular, and every few seconds he would bury his head down, his mouth pressed against the neck of the person on the ground, remaining motionless for a long time.
"Stop the car and let's get out and take a look."
Frank opened the car door, and the squad members got out from both sides at the same time, automatically spreading out into a tactical advance formation, their hands already on the grips of their guns.
When he got within about twenty meters, the man's neck finally came into Frank's line of sight.
The skin above the Adam's apple was torn open, with jagged edges; it wasn't a knife wound, but a bite wound.
Blood gushed from the wound, pooling under his neck and seeping into the grout lines of the sidewalk tiles.
The person lying on the ground was a homeless man, his hair matted together, his face covered in filth, and his lips were already white.
The person kneeling next to him was covered in blood.
The edge of his chin and neck were stained red, and a large area of the front of his clothes was wet.
Frank drew his pistol, raised the muzzle, and aimed it at the person kneeling on the ground.
"Hands up, turn around."
The sound spread through the empty street, and the wind at the alley entrance turned several pieces of waste newspaper on the ground inside out, making a rustling sound.
The person stopped what they were doing, but neither raised their hand nor turned around. They just knelt quietly in place, head bowed, motionless.
Frank put his index finger on the trigger and turned the volume up again.
"Stand up immediately!"
That person finally made a move.
He slowly stood up, his movements stiff and sluggish, his arms hanging at his sides the whole time, never raised.
Then he began to turn around, the instant his profile came into Frank's view.
Frank saw the two sharp canine teeth protruding from below the lips, gleaming with blood, and the face as pale as a dead man's.
boom.
Flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun.
The bullet entered right between the eyebrows and exited from the back of the head, bringing with it a small piece of dark debris.
The man's body leaned back slightly and fell straight down in a pool of blood next to the homeless man.
None of the team members showed any surprise.
The moment the shots rang out, they had already spread out into three positions, each pointing their guns at a different location: the alley entrance, the two ends of the street, and the second-floor windows of the opposite building. Their fingers were all on the outside of the trigger guards.
The alert will not be lifted without Frank's orders.
Frank gripped the gun in his right hand, made a gesture with his left hand behind him to suppress it, and approached alone.
He walked over to the person who had fallen, stepped on the person's shoulder with his right foot, and turned the person over so that he was face up.
The cold light of the streetlamp shone on that ashen face.
His lips parted, revealing two canines that were more than twice the length of a normal human's, with a small piece of unswallowed flesh still clinging to their tips.
The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth gleamed with a dark reddish-brown sheen under the light.
Frank had already figured out three things before he fired the shot.
The wound on the homeless man's neck was not a knife cut, but a tear in the neck by teeth, with a bite force at least several times that of a normal adult male.
The amount of blood on the rescuer's body far exceeded the area that could be touched by mouth and nose, and the other person's jaw showed obvious abnormal chewing movements under the streetlight.
In addition, there was the way he turned around after standing up.
The shoulders move first, followed by the back of the head; the movement pattern is completely unlike that of a normal person.
Whatever it is, it's always right to fire the first shot.
As it turned out, he was right.
Frank raised his pistol again, preparing to fire two more shots into his chest.
A dark red figure descended from the fire escape in the alley, landing almost silently. His right leg swung in the air in an arc, and his toe precisely struck Frank's pistol.
The gun was kicked away, bounced twice on the road, and slid under the chassis of a car parked in the shadows by the roadside.
Frank immediately raised his left hand, fingers spread, and gestured for the team members behind him to stop.
The three team members, who were ready to pull the trigger, simultaneously released their fingers and lowered the muzzle of their guns.
He looked Matt up and down. Compared to the half-finished outfit he had seen in the lab before, this outfit was now fully complete.
The dark red, tight-fitting combat suit covered his entire body, with several fine angular lines visible on the armor plates on his chest. The helmet's eye area remained smooth and unopened.
Frank stared at the bare front of the helmet for a moment.
He already had an understanding of Matt's super-sensory abilities, and they were indeed quite impressive.
"What do you mean by this, Xiao Hong?"
Frank didn't pick up the gun that had been kicked away.
Instead, he casually placed his hands on his tactical belt at his waist, speaking as if he had bumped into a neighbor out for a stroll on the street.
Matt wasn't angry when he heard "Little Red" called him that.
He turned his head, pointed his ear at the corpse on the ground, and listened quietly for a few seconds.
Then he turned to the homeless man next to him and listened for the same amount of time.
Both bodies had stopped beating.
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