Chapter 20: 20 - Frank Castle

Chapter 20: 20 - Frank Castle

After solving the matter with the gangsters, Derrick walked into the alley without stopping.

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

However, the Russian Ross gang member who stayed outside the truck has disappeared.

Just when Derrick was about to step out of the alley, a black thing suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Derrick.

Derrick frowned slightly and stopped walking.

All he saw was a distorted corpse in front of his eyes, it was the disappeared Russian Ross gang member.

His corpse was in a terrible state, with bloody scars all over his body and a thin steel wire tied to his limbs as if he had been hung on a street lamp.

According to Derrick's recent experience, those scars should be the traces left by the cruel torture suffered recently.

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Heavy footsteps sounded in the darkness as a burly black figure stepped out of the shadows. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

As the black figure approached him, Derrick could clearly see that it wasn't an alien but rather, he was a tall man with unusually protruding nasal bones and the contours of his face hidden in the shadow looked extremely oppressive.

He was wearing black short sleeves and a thick cloak. The bulletproof vest with a huge pale skull printed on it.

Seeing this iconic attire, Derrick immediately recognized the identity of the person in front of him without thinking any further.

Frank Castle, codenamed, The Punisher!

Although he was a soldier from the Marine Corps, he was also an experienced expert in unconventional warfare. However, his family was implicated in the gang fight and unfortunately, all of them died painfully.

"Can't you see that?" Derrick shook the remote control in his hand and said cheerfully, "Obviously, I blew up that place. You may be late though, those gangsters have already been dealt with by me. Now, only their ashes remain."

Hearing his words, Frank was very surprised.

"Who are you?"

"Just a passer-by?"

Derrick said without changing the cheerful expression on his face while secretly getting ready to guard himself against Frank.

In fact, he wasn't sure if this God of Death, who advocated more violent solutions to violent problems, would attack him.

Frank took a look at Derrick, 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 in his range of hunting. Although Frank has never been a soft-hearted person, he still has his own set of morals. He still has a certain tolerance for young people and moreover, the dead were all damned gangsters anyways.

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

However, Frank soon stopped.

Derrick followed his line of sight and not far away were several big black jeeps rushing towards them.

Accompanied by the screeching sound of tires rubbing against each other, the convoy stopped in front of them and more than a dozen heavily armed men got out of the car, their eyes fixed on Derrick and Frank's positions

Derrick immediately shrank and hid behind Frank while saying seriously, "Be careful, they are coming for us!"

Frank glanced back at Derrick.

What is 'us'? It was clearly aimed at you!