Frank walked over, grabbed Grote, and punched him in the face: "Come on, tell this naive kid what you did on the night of December 20th."
Grote shuddered: "No, no."
Frank punched again: "Speak, or I'll beat you to death like this."
Grote's face was covered in blood, and he pleaded, "I, I really can't remember."
Frank grinned, "Really? Then let me remind you again. Lafayette Street, second floor, room 207."
Grote's expression changed: "No, no, they forced me to do it. I have no choice."
Frank punched again: "Then there's nothing I can do."
Groot screamed and was knocked to the ground again: "I don't know, I don't know anything."
Frank pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at his head: "What's the point of you living? I'll give you one last chance. Tell him what happened on the night of December 20th in Room 207 on the second floor of Lafayette Street?"
Grote cried bitterly: "No, I said, I said. They asked me to kill a man who was involved in things he shouldn't be involved in."
Frank glanced at Matt and raised the corner of his mouth a little: "Look, this is what you call an ordinary person."
Matt was hit hard, but still said: "He should accept the punishment of the law and let him turn himself in..."
Frank sneered and turned his head back: "What else? You haven't finished yet."
Grote hesitated again, and Frank stepped on his fingers and crushed them hard: "Speak."
Grote screamed: "And there's an old lady. She shouldn't be there. Only that man should be there. She's screaming. I can't do anything. I can't do anything. I can only shoot."
Matt was stunned: "You..."
Frank: "Look, this is a scumbag. They don't have any good intentions at all."
Matt said subconsciously: "But killing them won't bring anyone back to life!"
Frank: "Yes, but they won't hurt innocent people anymore if they die. Xiaohong, look at this city, it's full of stench, all this garbage. They have no bottom line and can kill any innocent person for their own needs. Why do you want to protect them? Why do you want to let those innocent people continue to be hurt and killed by them? Just for that little bit of ridiculous justice in your heart?"
"Shit!" Frank cursed, "You came out and beat these bad guys so badly that they broke bones, but you had to wear a mask and didn't even dare to show your face. I dared! I know what I want to do and what I am doing. I don't need to wear this hypocritical mask to deceive myself. I broke the law, what about you? Wearing a mask only proves your cowardly escape. You don't dare to face this evil world with your true self. You and I are just using our own means to protect the people of this city."
On the side, Luke scratched his head silently: It seems... the person with the most masks here should be me, right? But I don't seem to be avoiding anything.
Frank strode over to Matt and thrust the gun into his hands.
Matt's hands were in front of him, not tied behind his back. Frank just tied his body with chains, so he could still shoot with the gun.
Frank pulled out another pistol and pointed it at Grote: "Now, I'm giving you a chance. Choose to be yourself or continue to run away. When the countdown ends, if you don't kill me first, I will kill him. Three!"
Matt struggled. "No, you don't have to do this. It's not worth ruining yourself for someone like this."
Frank was unmoved: "Two!"
Groot's soul was trembling, and he struggled desperately and begged: "Save me, save me, I don't want to die."
Matt: "No, don't push me."
Frank: “A… huh?”
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his hand was empty. The gun that was originally pointed at Groot was gone.
Turning his head, he saw Luke standing next to him with a gun in his hand. He was weighing the gun in his hand and said, "Okay, you two are already in your forties. You still play this game of who's the good guy and who's the bad guy every day. Aren't you tired?"
Then he threw the gun back to Frank: "That's all for today. I'll take Xiaohong home."
Frank moved his mouth but said nothing.
Matt also breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, not all Punchers are part of the other group.
Luke walked over to him, squatted down, and began to untie his chains: "In this world, not everyone can let go of the past and the blood feud of their family. If they can do it, they are saints. If they can't, they are ordinary people. You can't save him, and he doesn't need your salvation."
Matt: "But if he does this, not only will he hurt himself, but he will also cause ordinary people to misunderstand him."
Luke: "He doesn't care. All he cares about is his family, and they're all gone."
Matt was speechless.
Luke: "Take a good rest for a few days and don't worry about adults' affairs."
Matt looked up in confusion, "Huh?"
At this moment, he heard a slight sound of air jet and felt a pain in his neck. He looked at Luke in surprise and asked, "What are you doing?"
Luke raised the rapid-action syringe in his hand: "It's just a sedative. It will help you sleep well tonight."
Matt: "You fucking bastard..."
The second half of his words became unclear, his head drooped, and he fell into coma.
Luke untied the chains on him and stood up. "Come on, don't you still need to clean up the garbage? I'll go with you."
Frank recalled his dazzling operation and was silent for a moment before asking, "Aren't you his friend?"
Luke took off his backpack from behind, took out two pistols from it, and threw one over: "But you are Gray Rabbit's friend. As long as you want revenge, I will be happy to help you accomplish it."
Frank took the pistol and saw that it was a silenced pistol: "I have a gun."
Luke: "Keep the noise as small as possible. Although you are not afraid of NYPD, you have never thought of killing the police, right? If you continue like this, your enemies will be surrounded by NYPD before they are free."
Frank was speechless. He was almost surrounded by ESU today, although it was mainly because of Matt's intervention.
But Luke rescued him, that's a fact.
Luke handed over five more magazines: "Let's go quickly and come back quickly. We should finish the job within ten minutes."
Frank was stunned: "Ten minutes?"
Luke: "Of course, I still have to take Xiaohong home."
Frank turned his head and looked at Grote: "That guy..."
Luke: "Let him go."
Frank looked at him strangely, his eyes full of "are you kidding me" meaning.
Luke: "Xiaohong doesn't want you to kill him, so let him go."
Frank looked odd, but nodded.
The two went downstairs. Luke carried Groot downstairs and untied his hands and feet: "You can go now. Don't let us see you again, otherwise..."
Groot's face was full of relief: "I'll leave right away, I'll go as far as I can..." Then he staggered away.