However, the puncher that the gray rabbit found was obviously much luckier.
There are more than thirty stacks of US dollars in this safe, as well as a few small gold bars and some jewelry. A conservative estimate is that there are at least 100,000 or 200,000 US dollars.
Luke casually threw these things into his backpack and said, "We'll share them later."
Frank was too lazy to watch him pack his things and said casually, "I'm not interested, you can keep it for yourself."
Luke didn't care: "I don't need this little money, but the rules are the rules. If we work together, we should share the money."
As Frank walked out, he said, "You can save trouble by not opening the safe."
Luke: "It's good to let people misunderstand it as a robbery, so as to avoid being targeted by the police or the FBI."
Frank was silent for a moment: "Are you afraid of them?"
Luke followed and walked out: "I'm not afraid. But they are not my enemies. They are the defenders of social order. Most of them are not bad people. There is no need for me to provoke them."
Frank: “… whatever you want.”
Luke passed by the leader's body at this time, and took it away on a whim, complaining: "I don't want to learn from you. You took out the grenade launcher just now. What do you want to do? Do you want to set off a big firework in Manhattan?"
Frank was speechless for a moment, then reluctantly admitted, "I wanted to blow up the motorcycle outside to lure out the Hellhounds."
Luke: ...so crazy!
He didn't mind Frank taking ruthless action against the gang members, but if this continued, these cases would sooner or later fall on Dustin's head.
Would he be able to arrest Frank and throw him into jail then
However, Luke didn't want to persuade him, because Frank was not mentally normal!
He can't escape from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
He had been a soldier for many years and carried out countless secret missions. He should have suffered from post-war psychological syndrome, which is a branch of PTSD.
Fortunately for Robert, he retired early and lived out his days in a quiet and peaceful countryside. He also had Catherine's company and guidance for many years, so there weren't too many abnormalities. But they couldn't keep a dog at home, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.
Frank's condition was much more serious.
If he can continue to live with his wife and children after returning to normal society and receive necessary psychological treatment, then he will at least have the possibility of living a peaceful life.
But the gang gunfight destroyed everything and instantly destroyed his greatest hope.
This guy hasn't turned into a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately yet, so he has a strong moral bottom line.
Frank was originally calm and decisive, but he did not investigate the original case. He just went after the three gangs and started killing them.
Because he was afraid to see everything about his past life, so afraid that he never even went back home.
The house full of memories was already empty, and that would drive him crazy.
Without an external force pushing him forward, he might continue to escape until he completely collapses.
Or maybe he will wake up one day, regroup, and take revenge on all the murderers.
Now, Luke, the external force, has finally appeared.
The two men walked out of the bar, and Luke followed Frank to the side street where he parked his car. He waited until Frank got in the car before saying, "Don't do anything for the next two days. Reyes will definitely want to catch you more after tonight."
Frank didn't respond, but just asked, "Anything else?"
Luke casually threw a black plastic bag onto the passenger seat: "The cash just now is yours, the rest is mine."
Frank looked at the bag and said nothing: "Notify me if you have any news, as soon as possible."
Luke: “OK.”
Frank stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
Luke returned to the rooftop of the apartment building, picked up the still unconscious Lawyer Ma, and threw him back to his own home.
Without the burden of Lawyer Ma, he opened the fake phone and looked at the location of the tracker on Grote. He couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Wow, he's running pretty fast. He's already in New Jersey."
As he spoke, his figure turned transparent, and the jet nozzle behind him activated, shooting straight into the sky.
…
Grote drove the stolen car south, then turned into New Jersey at the Lincoln Tunnel.
He didn't stop, but kept fleeing westward, wanting to get away from New York.
He didn't dare stay in New York anymore. That madman, the Punisher, would definitely kill him.
Even though he had just escaped, he knew that if the Punisher saw him again, he would beat him to death without hesitation.
After confessing that he had killed the old woman, he was no longer of any value to the Punisher.
This time it was the Puncher who stopped the Punisher, but from the name we can tell that this guy is in cahoots with the Punisher, so he may not be so lucky next time.
As he thought this, the car drove through Weehawken and into the sparsely populated western suburbs.
Suddenly, a flash of fire came from behind to the front, passed over his head and fell rapidly.
Grote almost subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
boom!
The car suddenly stopped, its hood was mostly dented, and a man in a gray and black hooded sweatshirt was standing on it.
Grot's face turned pale: "Pun~puncher!"
Looking up, he had seen the face completely hidden in the mask, and he was absolutely certain that this was the Punisher's accomplice.
Luke jumped down from the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat, punched through the window, and grabbed Groot out.
Grote begged for mercy in fear: "Wait, wait, you just said you would let me go."
Luke tilted his head, as if thinking about something.
A little spark rose in Groot's heart: What if this person is just like Xiaohong, a goody-goody? Then he can survive.
Suddenly, he heard a low laugh and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
Luke laughed twice and said quietly, "What I said before was, don't let me see you again. Now, haven't I seen you again?"
Groot finally understood: Huaq! You are kidding me!
Moments later, Grote and his stolen car disappeared down the road.
Luke looked up at the sky: "Oh, it's so late. I can make a midnight snack if I go back."
As he finished speaking, a scooter appeared in front of him.
Ta-da, ta-da~ The little motorcycle made a slight sound and started on the way home.
The night is as dark as ink, but there are fewer scum in the world, and the world is a little better.
…
The next day, Luke and Selina went to the lab in Nassau County.
Not long after he entered the lab, before he started his official work, Ginny called him: "Are you in the lab?"
Luke smiled and said, "Okay, you're going to spy on me?"
Ginny scoffed, "I was right in front of the office window and just watched your car drive by. Do I have to pretend I don't recognize your car?"
Luke curled his lips: Ginny's office is on the top floor, the 18th floor. How could she see clearly that the car passing by on the road was his? Does she really think she is a gold nugget and has a pair of kryptonian gold dog eyes
But he still said: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. What do you want from me?"
Ginny sighed helplessly: "Although the company's important documents show that you have read them, the stock acquisition plan has been completely completed. Don't you care about this?"