Frank Before He Became the Punisher

Coulson frowned as he looked over the file before him.

"Three gangs vanished from Hell's Kitchen. Could this method have been the work of an enhanced individual?"

As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, he knew a great many things.

Especially in recent years, there had been more and more cases of people with special abilities committing crimes. He had no choice but to remain vigilant.

After thinking it over, he placed the report in front of Nick Fury.

Nick Fury's single eye was sharp as he gave the report a quick look.

"Though they were all small gangs, wiping them out without a sound wouldn't have been easy. The report also mentions that there were barely any gunshots at the scene.

That means the other party didn't use firearms and possessed overwhelming strength.

Seal the files for now and send someone to investigate.

Even if they were scum, they can't just disappear at will."

Coulson nodded.

Naturally, Noah had no idea that what he had done had reached S.H.I.E.L.D.'s desk so quickly.

But even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have cared.

While it did mean he risked being exposed, S.H.I.E.L.D. was made up of people too. This was probably just a routine security investigation.

There were so many anomalies in the world. As long as he didn't further demonstrate any danger to society, S.H.I.E.L.D. might even hope he would clean up Hell's Kitchen.

Still, Noah's actions did not continue for long.

After three gangs had been wiped out, no matter how stupid the others were, they should have known to be on guard.

After finding another opportunity to wipe out two more gangs, Noah decisively stopped.

Although he had left behind few traces, the last time he had controlled the flesh-eating worms to act, while he had successfully cleared out the gang, more than half of the worms had been lost as well.

Noah had no interest in knowing how they had found out. In any case, he had already secured his first pot of gold.

Next, he would establish a company according to plan.

The process of founding a company from scratch was far too troublesome, so he spent several days investigating every existing biotech company.

In the end, he chose a company called Mar.

It had been established for over a decade and was struggling badly, already on the verge of bankruptcy. However, its research equipment was still in good condition, and it had a group of capable researchers.

In Noah's eyes, the only reason this company had ended up on the brink of bankruptcy was because this was the Marvel world.

In a world full of people with cheats, how could you play without one?

So Noah intended to give the company a cheat of its own.

For 3.38 million dollars, Noah acquired 28% of the shares.

As the largest shareholder, Noah gained access to a large number of high-end instruments.

He could now begin attempting many experiments that had previously been impossible.

The other shareholders, meanwhile, were curious about just who this mysterious new shareholder was.

Everything went smoothly, at least from Noah's perspective.

After a busy day, Noah drove home.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly noticed that the window beside it seemed to bear signs of having been tampered with.

Noah's expression changed slightly.

There was a handprint-sized clean patch in the dust outside the window. Someone had clearly touched it.

Had his slaughter of the gangs been exposed?

Noah's expression changed.

Lowering his voice, he pressed himself against the corner of the wall and heard voices coming from inside.

"Sorry, I only just heard about what happened to you."

The voice was very rough. Noah had never heard it before, so he clearly had never met its owner.

Then another voice rang out.

"It's all right. This is Hell's Kitchen, after all. Things like this are unavoidable. At least the outcome was good.

What about you? You said earlier that you were going to trouble Billy Russo. How did that go?"

Noah was very familiar with the owner of this voice. It was his father, Billd.

Noah's expression shifted. Using the window instead of the door was not something an ordinary friend would do.

And he had never known that Billd had such a "special" friend.

Moreover, he noticed the name Billd had mentioned.

Billy Russo!

Billy Russo was a mob boss and one of the Punisher's mortal enemies.

Noah heard their conversation clearly, and his expression darkened slightly.

What kind of good person could be associated with Billy Russo?

"He's very cunning. I've been tracking him for a long time, but he's escaped every single time."

After listening to the conversation inside for a while, Noah had already guessed the visitor's identity.

He never would have imagined that his old man was acquainted with the famous Punisher.

But to Noah, the Punisher was absolutely one of the superheroes he least wanted to deal with.

It wasn't that he disliked the Punisher's methods. Precisely because of the Punisher's brutal way of killing, Noah didn't want anything to do with him.

After all, in a sense, Noah himself was a villain too.

But since he wasn't an enemy, Noah felt relieved.

Noah's expression returned to normal as he pushed open the door.

Inside, Billd and a burly man were sitting on the sofa.

That burly man was naturally the Punisher. At the moment, a conspicuous wound marked his shoulder.

Billd was treating him.

When he saw Noah enter, Billd's expression changed slightly. Frank had already grabbed the gun beside him, but after seeing who it was, he put it away.

Though they had never met, he knew this was Billd's son.

Trouble...

Noah glanced at the injured Frank and said to Billd, "I really never expected you to have anything to do with the famous Punisher."

"The Punisher? What's that?"

Frank spoke up, his face full of confusion. He didn't look like he was faking it at all.

Noah froze.

You're telling me Frank didn't know he was the Punisher? Was this a joke?

But then he realized that although the Frank before him was muscular and obviously a hulking man, his face was still very young.

It seemed he had gotten it wrong.

Noah came to that realization.

Although he had watched Marvel-related stories, many of his memories were already blurry. Besides, he was only a movie fan and had no idea how to sort out the timeline.

After realizing his misunderstanding, Noah immediately said, "It's nothing."

Confusion flashed through both men's eyes.

But neither pursued the matter.

It was 2005 now, not yet a world where superheroes were everywhere. People weren't that sensitive to strange titles like these.

Maybe the Punisher was someone from a gang.

That was still possible.

Both of them already knew what Noah had done.

Some secrets didn't need to be probed too deeply.

Afterward, Noah learned how Frank and Billd had met.

A few years ago, Frank had retired from the Marine Corps and gotten caught up in a street shootout, where he was injured due to a moment of carelessness.

Billd had treated his injuries, and the two had become friends from then on.

But Frank was used to his former life of war and simply couldn't stay put. He only came by occasionally, so Noah had never met him.

All Noah could do was sigh at how strange fate could be. Something like this had actually happened.

But if that was the case, Frank probably wasn't married yet.

This really was... a little too early to have transmigrated.

Even as he sighed, Noah couldn't help feeling much more at ease.

What was so good about transmigrating right into a major event? Sitting helplessly at home and waiting to be judged by all kinds of terrifying enemies?

This was much better. While there was still time, he had a chance to develop.

Then Noah learned why Frank had come this time. Aside from being injured, he had met a good woman and was planning to get married.