The Punisher - Part 2 [360p 2027]
Two down. A thousand to go.
The rain kept falling. It didn’t wash anything clean. But Frank Castle had stopped believing in clean a long time ago.
Vaccaro stood frozen, his silk tie fluttering in the wet wind. The steel briefcase lay open at his feet—bundles of cash and a flash drive. The Punisher - Part 2
Frank ascended the service stairwell in full gear: the skull stark white against matte black body armor. His boots made no sound on the concrete. He carried a suppressed Mk 14 EBR—precision, not spray-and-pray. Tonight was surgical.
The rain over Hell’s Kitchen had not stopped for three days. It fell in grimy sheets, washing nothing clean. Two down
Frank stopped two feet away. He could smell the man’s cologne—sandalwood and fear.
One.
Frank stepped out of the shadows.