This morning.
While the anti-humanity Nick Fury clone was being sent to hell over in The Hague, a bloody tragedy occurred at the same time in a park in New York.
When Detective Jim House, who was in charge of the case, arrived at the scene, he immediately saw the bodies sprawled across the ground—a grown woman and two children, a boy and a girl, who had just been dug out of a small pit.
Not far away, an ambulance was carrying a survivor who had been shot in the chest and neck but was still barely clinging to life.
"The deceased is Maria Cast. The survivor is Frank Castle. The two children were theirs."
A police officer held a small notebook and truthfully reported to Jim House while reading the notes recorded inside, "Fifteen minutes ago, a couple planned to come here for a picnic. When they reached this spot, the dog they brought seemed to smell something and led them to the small pit where the bodies had been lightly buried. After the terrified couple recovered, they immediately called 911."
People from the Eastern Nation might not have this habit, but in the West, many families still liked to come to parks on weekends to enjoy the scenery while having a picnic.
"Detective!"
A police officer searching the small woods nearby shouted loudly to signal that he had found something. When he saw Jim House and the others look over, he immediately waved to them.
After a while.
In a corner of the woods, several gang members' bodies, still faintly warm, were also dug out by the officers.
"Yakuza!"
After examining the bodies with their distinctly Eastern features and the tattoos on their arms, one officer looked at Jim House and said, "They're all Yakuza active around Forty-Fifth