However, the punher found by Gray Rabbit was obviously much luckier.
There are more than 30 stacks of American knives in this safe, as well as a few small gold bars and some jewelry. It is conservatively estimated that there are 100,000 or 200,000 US dollars.
Luke casually threw these things into his backpack: "Wait for an equal share."
Frank didn't even bother to watch him pack things, so he said casually, "I'm not interested, you can keep it for yourself."
Luke didn't take it seriously: "I'm not short of this money, but the rules are the rules, so if you do it together, you should share it."
As Frank walked out, he said, "Then you don't need to open the safe, it will be easier."
Luke: "It's good to make people misunderstand that it's robbery, so as not to be targeted by the police or fbi."
Frank was silent for a moment: "Are you afraid of them?"
Luke followed and walked out: "Not afraid. But they are not my enemies, but defenders of social order. Most of them are not bad people. I don't need to provoke them."
Frank: "...whatever you want."
Luke passed by the leader's body at this time, and took it away with a thought, and he didn't forget to complain: "I don't want to imitate you, you took out the grenade launcher just now, what do you want to do, you want to put a grenade launcher in Manhattan. Big fireworks?"
Frank was dumbfounded for a moment, then reluctantly admitted: "I wanted to blow up the motorcycle outside to lure out the Hell Rabid Dog."
Luke: ... crazy!
He didn't mind Frank's ruthless dealing with the gang members, but if this continues, these cases will fall on Dustin's head sooner or later.
Will he be able to arrest Frank and throw him in prison
However, Luke didn't want to persuade him, who made Frank's mind not normal!
ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder) disease, he can't escape.
He had served in the army for many years and performed countless secret missions. He should have suffered from post-war psychological syndrome belonging to the branch of ptsd.
Thanks to Robert's early retirement, he retired early in the peaceful and peaceful countryside, and Catherine accompanied him for many years, so there were not many abnormalities. But the family has never been able to keep a dog, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.
Frank's situation is far more serious.
If he can live with his wife and children after returning to normal society, and then receive necessary psychological treatment, then at least he has the possibility to live a peaceful life.
But the gang shootout destroyed everything, destroying his greatest sustenance in an instant.
This guy hasn't turned into a lunatic who kills innocent people indiscriminately, so he has a strong moral bottom line.
Frank originally had a calm mind and acted decisively, but he did not investigate the original case, and only went after the three gangs to start a killing spree.
Because he was afraid of seeing everything in his past life, so afraid that he never even went back home.
The home full of memories is long gone and it drives him crazy.
Without an external push, he may continue to evade until he breaks down completely.
It is also possible to wake up, regroup, and complete revenge on all murderers.
Now, the external force of Luke finally appeared.
The two walked out of the bar. Luke followed Frank to the side street where he parked, and waited for him to get into the car before saying, "Don't do anything for the next two days. After tonight, Reyes will definitely want to catch you even more."
Frank didn't answer, just asked, "Anything else?"
Luke casually threw a black plastic bag onto the co-pilot: "The cash just now is yours, and the rest is mine."
Frank looked at the bag and said nothing: "Inform me of any news, as soon as possible."
Luke: "ok."
Frank stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.
Luke returned to the roof of the apartment building, picked up Lawyer Ma who was still asleep, and threw him back to his own home.
Without the burden of Lawyer Ma, he turned on the counterfeit mobile phone, looked at the location of the tracker on Grote, and couldn't help curling his lips: "Oh, I had a good time running, and it's all in New Jersey."
While speaking, his figure became transparent, and the jets on his back were activated, shooting straight into the sky.
…
Grote drove south in his newly stolen car, turning to the Lincoln Tunnel and headed for New Jersey.
He didn't stop, he fled westward, away from New York.
He didn't dare to stay in New York anymore, the lunatic Punisher would definitely kill him.
Even though he escaped a catastrophe just now, he knew that if the punisher saw him again, he would still beat him to death without hesitation.
After confessing that he killed the old woman, he was of no value to the Punisher.
This time it was the punher who stopped the punisher, but you could tell from the name that this person and the punisher were in the same group, so there might not be such good luck next time.
As he thought so, the car passed Weehawken and entered the sparsely populated western suburbs.
Suddenly, a light of fire passed over his head from back to front, and fell rapidly.
Grote hit the brakes almost automatically.
boom!
The car stopped suddenly, the hood was half dented, and a man in a gray-black hooded sweater was standing on it.
Grote's face was pale: "pun~punher!"
From bottom to top, he had already seen the face completely covered by the mask, and he was absolutely sure 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 Grote out.
Grote begged for mercy in horror: "Wait, wait a minute, you just said to let me go."
Luke tilted his head, as if thinking about something.
A little flame rose in Grote's heart: What if this little red is like that, a bad guy! I can live by myself.
Suddenly, he heard a deep laughter, and his heart felt inexplicably cold.
Luke laughed twice, and said quietly: "What I said before is, don't let me see you again. Now, don't I see you again?"
Grote finally understood: flower q! What the hell are you playing with me!
Moments later, both Grote and his stolen car disappeared down the road.
Luke looked up at the sky: "Oh, it's so late? You can still make a supper when you go back."
When the words fell, there was a scooter in front of him.
chug chug~ the little motorcycle made a slight noise and embarked on the way home.
The night is as dark as ink, but there is less dregs in the world, and the world is a little bit better.
…
The next day, Luke and Selena went to the laboratory in Nassau County.
It wasn't long before he entered the laboratory, and before he started his official work, Ginny called: "Are you in the laboratory?"
Luke smiled and said, "Okay, are you spying on me?"
Ginny snorted: "I was just in front of the office window and watched your car drive by. Do I have to pretend that I don't know your car?"
Luke curled his lips: Ginny's office is on the top 18th floor, so you can clearly see that the cars passing by on the road belong to him? She really thought she was a gold nugget, and she couldn't see the krypton gold!
But he still said: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Do you have something to do with me?"
Ginny sighed helplessly: "Although the company's important documents show that you have passed, but the stock purchase plan has been completely completed, don't you care about it?"