The night wind whistles and the clouds are pressing very low.

On Manhattan's Lower East Side, a restaurant is filled with waiting customers.

The people waiting were talking and laughing, and seemed to be careless about the upcoming rainstorm.

Among the crowd, there was only one person out of place.

He was wearing a cool coat, but a hood on his head, covering most of his face in the shadows, and stood silently in the crowd without any intention of talking to anyone.

From time to time, people entered the restaurant and left soon, but the long queue still dissipated very slowly.

The young man beside the mysterious man had a long time of chatting with the person in front of him, so he simply turned his head and looked at the mysterious man without any hesitation, "Hey, man, where did you hear this? I heard from Marcos. Do you know Marcos?"

"Maybe."

The mysterious man didn't even raise his head and said coldly perfunctorily.

The young man didn't feel his impatient and was still chattering: "Marcos, don't you know? He was the one who was always wearing the same green jacket on Eighth Street and Green Street?"

The mysterious man finally turned his face, glanced at the guy, and replied in a colder tone: "I will remember it."

The young man seemed to be proud of knowing the "Marcos" and said proudly: "He is a reliable person. He can know what happened in New York..."

"Thank you for your advice."

The mysterious man turned his face and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

"Man, I'm still a brother, you said... I'm really happy to meet the Fascili brothers, you know?" The young man looked a little nervous, and the words in his mouth were endless.

Mysterious Man (︶︹︺): "I know."

Young people (?????)?: "They really pay attention to privacy. You can't see them, but they have a big vote with them... Man, I dare say that you will definitely earn a lot, right?"

Mysterious Man (￣へ￣): "Of course."

Young man (￣ro￣): "Do you think they will target the Steel Grave family in the end?"

Mysterious Man:(╬￣Dish￣)"... Probably."

"Right?" the young man became more and more excited as he spoke, completely trapped in his own fantasy. "Haha, you agree with my thoughts, right? I mean... If the Fascili Brotherhood had a normal mind, it would definitely be like this in the end, uh, you know what I mean?"

"I think so."

Before the outbreak was about to break out, the mysterious man looked up and looked forward.

It's time for them!

"Ah, finally!" the young man breathed a long sigh of relief, "You may be surprised that we can enter, but I'm a little nervous."

"Yeah?"

The mysterious man responded casually and walked towards the restaurant gate.

The young man hurriedly followed and said in a nagging manner: "Yes, I hid it for a while, and it was very hiding. I'm very good at this... Oh, by the way, my name is Poforisco."

"good."

The mysterious man responded without hesitation, and his eyes were observing the surroundings without hesitation.

"Hmm, man, it's nothing, so...hey, what should I call you?" The young man was also looking around, still waving his mouth, soothing the tension in his heart.

After all, although this place is indeed a restaurant, he did not come for dinner, but responded to the call to apply to join the Mafia organization.

When asked by young people, the mysterious man answered indifferently: "It's up to you."

"Oh, ah, okay." The young man curled his lips and still did not give up. "I guess you've been here for a while, right?"

"It's not long."

The mysterious man looked around and looked at the number of people in front of him.

"It's great, all are pretty good..." Seeing a group of burly men in front of him, the young man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and still insisted on his mouth, "I can't wait, I can't wait to see the Fascili brothers."

"I know what you mean."

The mysterious man turned his head and looked at him, unbuttoned his black coat with both hands, revealing the skeleton T-shirt inside.

"Well……"

The young man was about to talk a few more words, but his eyes suddenly burst, and he met this person and suddenly took out two guns.

The left hand is the "Beretta" M9 military pistol, and the right hand is the Koch MP5K ultra-short submachine gun.

“I hate queuing outside a restaurant.”

The mysterious man muttered, raised his submachine gun, and pulled the trigger at the crowd in front of him.

Suddenly, the ground was covered with blood.

"Punish...punisher?!"

The young man then realized that the person he had been quarreling for a long time was a famous punishment person on the road.

"Not good, it's the punishment!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The Facili restaurant is the old nest of the Facili Brotherhood. Those who gather here are worshippers of the Mafia, none of which are soft persimmons... except for the young man Pofolisco.

He was a street gangster before. Occasionally, he heard the mafia recruiting people and dressed up to come to apply for it, but he hit the big boss.

However, it was precisely because of his nagging words that the Punisher knew that he was not a real gangster, so the bullet tried to avoid his position, otherwise he would be the first to be sieve based on his distance from the Punisher.

"The worshippers of the mafia have risen rapidly in the Lower East Side and have issued notices to summon people. You are so stupid and alive... dangerous!"

Uncle Fei almost shot his bullets without any mistakes, and used his two guns in exchange to kill the gangster elites one by one until there were only two living people left in the restaurant.

“So, I’m here to fulfill my duties!.

Uncle Jian said, and suddenly raised his hand and shot him again.

The bullet passed through the table lying across the wall and penetrated into the wall against Poforisco's face.

Poforisco immediately shrank into a ball, raised his hand and shouted, "Sorry! Sorry! I shouldn't harass you, please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

However, no one responded to him.

But a few seconds later, gunfire came again.

Poforisco poked his head out in horror and found that the punishment was gone, but the door leading to the kitchen was open.

Apparently, the Punisher went to hunt down the remaining mafia.

The restaurant was filled with corpses, and blood gathered into a lake.

Poforisco opened his mouth, howled shrillly, got up from the ground, and rushed out of the restaurant like crazy.

Uncle Jian heard his screams, and he was in a bad mood and had no time to pay attention.

He was following the kitchen passage and entering the underground fortress of the Mafia.

The Punisher was never a brainless reckless man. Before he decided to massacre this place, he spent seven days collecting information and having a general understanding of the restaurant's environment, manpower, and firepower arrangement, so he could clean up the entire restaurant in an instant.

However, this underground passage unexpectedly made him unexpected. There were many defense personnel, and the firepower was far beyond the ground, so he didn't know what secret was hidden.

Uncle Fei didn't care about this, so he just rushed to the end and naturally knew it.

In the narrow and long underground corridor, there is no place to hide, and the punishment is much slower.

However, he is still moving forward.

The guns and bullets he brought were empty, so he picked up the gun from the corpse, lifted it as a shield, and killed from beginning to end.

Uncle Fei's body was covered in blood and finally walked to the end of the corridor.

There is a corner, casting bright lights.

Uncle Jian carefully looked at it, and suddenly felt a numbness on his face, and he had goose bumps and he hurriedly pulled back a few steps. As he heard a sound of puffing, the place where he was just standing was hit by a string of bullets.

Well, there is only one enemy left.

Uncle Jian checked the gun in his hand, bent down and picked up a magazine, slowly replaced it with the bullet, and then yelled coldly: "Take away your gun!"

There is a door around the corner, and there is only a bald guard left in front of the door.

The guy shivered and forced himself to say, "Then what? Will you let me go?"

Uncle Jian silently said nothing, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

"I know why you are here..." The bald man swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly, "Turn away, believe me, you won't want to see what's behind the door!"

Uncle Jian was stunned: "What gate?"

He didn't see clearly what was there, but the bald man obviously didn't believe it and shouted hysterically: "This door! Your purpose is here, otherwise what door do you think I'm talking about..."

Before his roar fell, Uncle Jian suddenly shortened his body and jumped out of the darkness. Then he shot him without hesitation and hit the bald head in the forehead.

Then, he noticed the door.

Very ordinary door, like an emergency exit.

"He wanted to scare me away, but even if he was afraid of this, he wouldn't dare to open the door..."

Uncle Jian hesitated for a moment when he looked at the seemingly ordinary door, but he quickly made up his mind.

He spent a week observing and knew that there were no secret troops here and no C4 bombs to explode. What else could surprise him?

Bang!

Uncle Jian kicked the door open, and the light behind the door reflected on him.

He stiffened in place for a second, suddenly stretched out his hand, and closed the door heavily.

Uncle Jian stood in front of the door, stunned for a long time, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number that he rarely called: "Fry, I need help!"
Chapter completed!