Blood and Revenge

"I don't believe it," he said. "I don't believe your agents ran into trouble infiltrating Langley, and I don't believe that story about William being in the way. Victoria Hand, I know you. Don't lie to me."

"Just a little diplomatic phrasing, Frank Castle." Victoria Hand frowned. She felt that the filthy water splashing up from the ground could seep into her high-heeled shoes at any moment, and she hated the sensation. She should have been standing on the clean, orderly deck of an aircraft carrier's command center, issuing orders, but for this mission, she had to personally come to the Clinton District, this terrible place known as Hell's Kitchen. "William Roslyn, Agent Orange... the mission he carried out was a CIA black operation. He completed it and gained his current position. The CIA taught local farmers to grow poppies, processed them roughly, then shipped them back home. He was involved in an earlier drug trafficking case in New York. Someone once sent the CIA agent responsible for drug trafficking in New York to the police station, and then—"

"—Then he was released on bail?"

Victoria Hand nodded.

"Yes. After that agent left the police station, he got into a black sedan. We couldn't trace any information about the vehicle," she said. "Based on surveillance footage along the route, we found the agent's body in the Hudson River. If you want to know the cause of death, he was strangled. If you want to uncover the full truth, you need to work with us, Frank Castle. Going it alone won't get you anywhere. The truth you're facing isn't that simple."

"William Roslyn?"

"Agent Orange William Roslyn refused to cooperate, and we were short on time." Victoria Hand shrugged. "So we took his head, kept his brain active, and extracted information