The Punisher was the first to charge into the room. The Browning pistol erupted with thunderous roars, muzzle flashes blooming from its dark barrel. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows were riddled with bullets, scattering glass shards across the floor.
The high-end liquor cabinet against the wall was caught in the crossfire as well. Bang! Bang! Bang! The continuous gunfire blasted it to pieces. The expensive foreign liquor inside shattered into fragments, and drinks of every color spilled freely—Scotch whisky, tequila, vodka, and champagne. Fine wines from around the world mixed together, and the air was immediately filled with a heady, intoxicating scent.
The bullets were like sharp carving knives, tearing through every obstacle in their path. The Punisher knew full well how terrifying this opponent was. That man whose origins had always remained unclear was unlike the gang bosses, thugs, villains, and ruthless businessmen he had dealt with before—the other party had hidden behind the scenes, quietly eliminating several leaders of The Hand. With a wave of his hand, he had driven out the gang forces that refused to obey him, turning Hell's Kitchen into his personal hunting ground.
This man who called himself "King" was even more like an authoritarian tyrant than Kingpin, the former Black Emperor. Anyone unwilling to submit to his will would be swept away.
A terrifying figure like that was enough to plunge Hell's Kitchen into darkness once more!
The Punisher tossed aside his empty Browning pistol. The reason he had charged into the room and unleashed full firepower was to seize the initiative. The gap between him and his opponent was too great; he could not allow the other man even the slightest opening.
The instant the gunfire stopped, a black shadow darted out from the darkness. The Punisher did not seem surprised in the