Super Detective in the Fictional World

However, the puncher the Grey Rabbit found was obviously much lucky.

There are more than 30 stacks of knives in this safe, along with a few little gold bars and some jewellery, which are conservatively estimated at 120,000.

Luke throws these things into his backpack at will: "Wait, divide them evenly. ”

Frank was too lazy to look at what he was packing, and he said, "I'm not interested, you keep it. ”

Luke didn't think, “I don't want this money either, but the rules are the rules. If we do it together, we should split it it. ”

Frank walked out, and he said, "Well, it's easier if you don't open the safe. ”

Luke: "Misunderstood as a robbery, but it was good too, not to be targeted by the police or the FBI. ”

Frank suddenly said, “Are you afraid of them? ”

Luke followed outwards: "No fear. But they are not my enemies, they are the keepers of social order, and most of them are not bad people, and I need not provoke them. ”

Frank: “Whatever. ”

Luke walked past the head's body and took it away. He said, "I don't want to learn from you. You just took out the grenade launcher. What are you trying to do, put a big fireworks in Manhattan? ”

Frank was dumb for a moment and could not help but admit: “I was trying to blow up the motorcycle outside and lure the hell out of the rabies. ”

Luke:... heartbreak!

He doesn't mind Frank hitting the gang members hard, but if this goes on, these cases will end up in Sting's head.

Can he arrest Frank and throw him in jail?

But Luke doesn't want to talk about it. Who's making Frank crazy?

PTSD, he can't get away with it.

He was a soldier for many years, on numerous covert missions, and should have suffered from post-war psychosocial syndrome, which belonged to the PTSD branch.

Like Robert, who was fortunate enough to retire early, retire early in the peaceful countryside, and Catherine, who had been with him for years, did not have too many abnormalities, but had never been able to raise a dog at home, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.

Frank's situation is much worse.

If, upon return to normal society, he is able to accompany his wife and children throughout their lives and to undergo the necessary psychotherapy, he is at least likely to live in peace.

But the gang gunfight destroyed everything, destroying his biggest support instantly.

This guy hasn't turned into an innocent maniac yet, and it's a tough moral bottom line.

Frank, originally calm and resolute in his actions, did not investigate the original case, but went to those three groups to kill.

Because he was afraid to see everything in his past and not even go home.

Memorable homes were empty for a long time, and that would drive him crazy.

Without external push, he may continue to flee until he collapses completely.

It is also possible to wake up, rebuild the drums and complete the revenge against all the murderers.

Now, Luke, this external force is finally here.

The two of them walked out of the bar, and Luke followed Frank to the street where he parked, until he got in the car and said, “Don't do it for a while for two days. Reyes will definitely want to catch you after tonight. ”

Frank didn't pick it up, he just asked, "What else? ”

Luke casually threw a black plastic bag onto the co-pilot: "The cash was yours and the rest was mine. ”

Frank looked at the bag and said nothing: "Let me know if you hear anything. As soon as possible. ”

Luke: “OK. ”

Frank stepped on the throttle and ran away.

Luke returned to the roof of the apartment building, picked up the horse lawyer who was still in a coma and threw him back into his own home.

Without the burden of Lawyer Ma, he turned on his fake phone, looked at Grotto's tracker position, and couldn't help but whisper: “Yo, it's running pretty good, it's all in New Jersey. ”

During the conversation, his figure became transparent, his back vent activated, and he went straight into the sky.

……

Grotto drove his freshly stolen car south to Lincoln Tunnel and turned to New Jersey.

He didn't stop, he fled west, he was going away from New York.

He would never dare to stay in New York again, and the punisher, the lunatic, would definitely kill him.

Even though he had just escaped, he knew that the punisher would not hesitate to kill him if he saw him again.

He was no longer of any value to the punishers after he had told them about his murder of the old woman.

This time it was the puncher who stopped the punisher, but by the name he knew that he was with the punisher, and next time there might not be such good luck.

He thought so, driving past Weihawken into the sparsely populated western suburbs.

All of a sudden, a little bit of light swept over his head from back to front and fell rapidly.

Grotto almost subconsciously stepped on the brake.

Boom!

The car stopped abruptly, the hood was already halfway depressed and a man in a grey black hooded sweatshirt was standing on top.

Grotto looks bleak: “pun ~ puncher! ”

From the bottom up, he had seen that face completely covered in a mask, and he was absolutely certain that this was the accomplice of the punisher.

Luke jumped down from the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat, punched through the window and grabbed Grotto out.

Grotto begged for forgiveness in horror: "Wait, wait, you just said to leave me alone. ”

Luke crooked his head and seemed to be thinking about something.

Grotto raised a little flame in his heart: what if this guy, like that little red guy, sucks! You can live on your own.

All of a sudden, he heard a low laugh in his heart.

Luke laughed twice and said, “What I said was, don't let me see you again. Now, didn't I see you again? ”

Grotto finally figured it out: Flower Q! You're fucking kidding me!

A moment later, Groat and his stolen car disappeared on the highway.

Luke looked up and said, "Oh, my God, is it so late? Hurry back and make a late night meal. ”

The voice went down and he had an extra pedal scooter in front of him.

Sudden ~ The scooter made a slight noise and stepped home.

The night was inky, but the world was a little bit better without more scum.

……

The next day, Luke and Selena went to the Nassau County lab.

It wasn't long before he got into the lab. He wasn't officially working yet, and Ginny called: "Are you in the lab? ”

Luke laughed, "Okay, you spying on me? ”

Ginny snorted: “I was in front of the office window, watching your car drive by. Do I have to pretend I don't know your car? ”

Luke Whispers: Ginny's office is on the 18th floor of the top floor. Can you tell if the car was his on the road? She really thinks she's gold. She's got eyes for Kryptonite!

But he said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You wanted to see me? ”

Ginny sighed helplessly: "Although important company documents indicate that you have read them, the stock acquisition plan has been completely completed, and you don't care? ”