Chapter 3938

The Punisher raised his gun. He carefully observed this young man opposite. Years of walking on the edge of life and death gave him keen insight far beyond ordinary people. This made him almost see at a glance that the other party was the same kind of person as him—or rather, even more dangerous.

In the life of licking blood on the tip of a knife for many years, the Punisher understood a truth: those people full of fat, looking strong and cruel, are often bluffing. It is undeniable that he himself also needs muscles, scars, and the smell of gunpowder that cannot be washed away, to make himself look invincible. This can make his enemies feel fear, make them panic, and bring them death.

But there is another type of person, they try their best to restrain their edge, hiding all dangerous qualities tightly, making them look no different from company employees squeezing the subway in the morning or college students who have been rushing for homework all night. No fierce appearance, no cold temperament, looking as ordinary as everyone around them—but he is hovering over people's heads.

Before seeing the muzzle, no one would think they would kill. Even veterans who have crawled and rolled on the battlefield for half a lifetime don't know when they will suddenly rise.

The Punisher tightened all his nerves, and the muzzle never left the other party's body. When looking at people through the scope, humans are always very small, not worth mentioning from birth to death; but sometimes they are very tall. Concentrate, let the target object fill the field of vision, as if the whole world is left with only that one.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"A killer. It seems you have already solved Kyle. I ran for nothing tonight." The other party's tone sounded very light.

"Who do you work for?"

"I can't say."

"Do you know me?"

"Heard of it." The other party nodded lightly and said, "However, I'm not just here to kill people. Do you know anything about Silvermane?"

"... That mafia boss?"

"Yes, Italian, head of the Manfredi family."

"What are you looking for him for?"

"I want to ask something."

"You won't let anyone who has seen your face live, right?" The Punisher held the gun, walked forward step by step and said, "It just so happens that my marksmanship is not bad either. Keep your hands away from your pockets, I know you have a gun."

"I didn't mean that. You are half a peer of mine, and you won't cooperate with the police, so it doesn't matter if you see it. I don't need to kill you. I showed up to see you just to ask about that Italian's news."

"How do you prove that you and they are not in the same group?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Jigsaw. He has been looking for me and wants to kill me."

"If you are talking about a mafia boss in New York, then I can only tell you that he can't afford to hire me. Your life isn't worth that much, I won't run this trip to kill you."

The Punisher weighed the truth of these words in his heart. He was more inclined to believe it, because he saw that the other party was a very professional killer, definitely not the level of local New York mafia thugs. If Jigsaw could afford to hire this guy, he might have died long ago.

"They are in Long Island." The Punisher said, "What price are you willing to pay for this information?"

"I can help you kill Jigsaw, if you have a grudge against him. But I have to finish my business first." The other party nodded and said, "If you don't need my help, money is also fine. How much do you want?"

The Punisher weighed it, but didn't say a specific number, he only said: "Let's talk after you succeed. Now, turn around slowly and walk out of the alley. Don't play any tricks."

He stared at the person in front of him, ready to shoot the moment he moved. And the person opposite was also very cooperative, slowly turned his body, and walked forward.

Just as he was about to walk out of the Punisher's field of vision, the Punisher felt a faint movement behind him. But he had been too focused before, so by the time he reacted, it was too late.

Bang! Some heavy object smashed heavily on his head. The Punisher was knocked to the ground and passed out directly.

After he fell, he revealed a pair of azure eyes. The eyelids drooped, and then he threw away the stone in his hand.

"Better than your driving skills, Bruce."

"Thanks. But I still prefer driving. Do you know how many pounds the bow on this guy's back is?"

"Shooting you to death shouldn't be a problem."

"That's what I want to say. We agreed that you are responsible for the fighting." Bruce sighed and said, "I don't have superpowers in this universe, getting shot is death. Can't I just be a driver?"

"I don't have superpowers either, and he was pointing a gun at me just now. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Your heart rate doesn't say so."

Bruce spread his hands and made a helpless expression: "If I had known your investigation style was so risky, I wouldn't have come with you."

"Now that you know, it's too late."

Bruce sighed. He remembered what happened that night—just when he was hesitating at the bar in the base about who to go to the world next door to investigate with, the agent's message came just in time.

After Bruce replied with "meet in person", less than ten minutes later, Schiller, wearing a windbreaker, came to the bar.

Although Bruce had seen the young version of Schiller in the tower, and had also seen the agent in the previous dungeon, he was still stunned for a few seconds when he saw him this time. The temperament of the agent was really too different from other Schillers, so that everyone wanted to find parts similar to Schiller on him.

In fact, they are naturally similar, to be precise, they are the same person. They all have a kind of detached temperament, with a bit of indifference and neurosis. But the difference is that most Schillers choose not to hide this temperament, while the agent hides it very well—if he doesn't look up at you, he looks like a normal person.

But as long as he chooses to look at you, the moment you see those gray eyes, you will even feel a danger deeper than other personality traits. This deterrent power is enough to make many people lose their minds.

"I found some clues." Schiller said, "I originally just asked Spider-Man about the situation in the Dark Universe, but found that the Spider-Man of the main universe in the world next door didn't come to support. Their universe seems to have had some trouble."

"Do you think it's related to the electronic lifeform?"

"Very likely. Because it looks like superheroes are infighting again, perhaps it was provoked by the electronic lifeform. I'm going to check it out, I have to figure out the bottom line of that guy. What do you think?"

"I originally wanted to go too. Investigation is not a problem for me, but the biggest problem is that all my superpowers can't be used over there. The angel status definitely can't be brought over, and although dark energy can be exchanged for energy over there, my magic level is limited. The uniform manufactured by the Justice League for me can only be used for self-defense, and the bat equipment is even more invisible, really unable to protect myself."

"I can be responsible for the fighting, you are responsible for reasoning what is going on. Going?"

"Are you a bit too anxious." Bruce said while wiping the cup with a rag, "We always have to have a plan. Do you know what happened in the universe over there?"

"Someone caused trouble, and the superheroes have different views on this, so they are deadlocked. But checking from the superhero side, the intensity is too high. We have to start from another angle."

"What?"

"You'll know when you go."

Bruce frowned. He looked at Schiller's expression and found that he was not lying, so he just said: "You'd better understand how dangerous this is, if it doesn't work, neither of us will be able to come back."

"You lack too much confidence in yourself."

"I'm being cautious."

"You're just afraid." Schiller took the whiskey bottle, poured about a finger's amount for himself, sipped the wine and said, "Other Batmen are used to being ordinary people, while you are used to being super-powered people, unwilling to step out of the safe zone."

"Because this matter actually doesn't have to be checked by me."

"Of course there is. I chose you as a partner among so many Batmen, of course not because you are smarter than them, but because you are more idle than them. Now all Batmen have to guard their own universe, only you don't have to, so I came to find you."

"There's no need to make it so clear." Bruce sighed and said, "Batman is a great hero who sacrifices his life, but unfortunately I'm not, I still cherish my life very much. Selina and I are getting married soon."

"You wouldn't be in such danger if you didn't say this." Schiller smiled and said, "I promise Selina that I will safely send you to the wedding scene. Is that okay?"

In the alley in Brooklyn, Bruce looked at the blood-stained stone aside and said: "Is this how you guarantee it?"

"So now it's him who fell, not you. Stop talking nonsense, move the person to the car first." Schiller waved his hand at him. The two lifted the Punisher together and stuffed him into the trunk of the car.

"As far as I know, he is also a superhero."

"But there are no superpowers, it can be considered a soft persimmon that is relatively easy to pinch." Schiller said while driving, "Don't look at me with that kind of look, I didn't intend to do anything to him, just need to let him be quiet for a while, don't come to destroy our plan."

"So what exactly is our plan?" Bruce couldn't help asking, "If no one paid you, I would really think you were here as a killer."

"Hydra." Schiller said concisely.

"I don't have mind reading, can you make it clear?" Bruce turned to look at him, "Reasoning also requires clues, without enough clues, you can't build a complete logical chain. You have to start from the beginning."

"The New York underworld can be roughly divided into three forces: Kingpin, the Russian Mafia, and the Italian Mafia. The former is a rising star, while the latter two have developed in New York for many years, their forces are intertwined, and they are very difficult to investigate.

"The leader of the Russian Mafia is 'Hammerhead', and the leader of the Italian Mafia is the Manfredi family. The head of the Manfredi family is Silvio Manfredi, codenamed 'Silvermane'."

"What does this have to do with the electronic lifeform?"

"Some time ago, the Manfredi family was driven to Long Island, New York by Kingpin. Although it is a good place for vacation, it is no different from exile for the mafia. They want to return to Manhattan, so they invested a large sum of money in a project called Norton Experimental Science."

"What is that project doing?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "What I want to investigate is this matter."

"You suspect this has something to do with the origin of the electronic lifeform?"

"Yes. I investigated the company behind this Norton Experimental Science project, and they have undergone three bankruptcy reorganizations—sounds like a scam company, right?"

"Three bankruptcies, three reorganizations, this is not an ordinary scam company." Bruce said, "They must have some unique skills."

"That's right. Generally speaking, such a company would be shouted at by everyone in the industry, and it shouldn't have been able to undergo three reorganizations at all. But the reorganization was successful, which shows that they must have some real skills; otherwise, someone is helping them behind the scenes."

Bruce immediately realized something. He turned his body in the seat and faced Schiller, saying: "You mean, they are actually Hydra?"

"I'm just suspicious now, but it's very likely. Hydra has supported many companies around the world, on the one hand to collect money, and on the other hand to conduct secret experiments. Norton Experimental Science may be a new project they created to collect money.

"This attracted the Manfredi family and won a large investment, so this project can be considered very successful. But they didn't roll up the money and run away.

"This proves that this project is not just for collecting money. Manfredi may not be the sucker to be slaughtered, but their partner. This project must have some real stuff."

"You mean that guy codenamed Silvermane knows his partner is Hydra, and maybe even joined Hydra himself?"

Schiller nodded.