The Punisher: This is true masculine romance! Daredevil: His cane turned into a lightsabe

jingle.

The doorbell rang softly.

The moment Matt Murdoch stepped across the threshold, the veins on the back of his hand holding his cane bulged, and he almost instantly held his breath.

For a blind person who relies on radar for survival, entering this newly upgraded gashapon shop is like a bat crashing into the core of a high-energy reactor.

Without visual interference, his world consists of minute changes in sound waves, smells, temperature, and air density.

In his perception, the person sitting at the counter directly in front of him was not a person, but a bottomless black ocean.

The aura was so immense that it could devour light; any sound waves that probed the past vanished without a trace, yielding no response.

In the left corner, a man wiping a display case looked even more terrifying.

He appeared to be a gentle scholar, but within that frail body seemed to lie a raging beast.

"Huff... huff..."

Matt was panting heavily, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

He felt like a small boat swaying precariously in a storm, about to be crushed by the aura of these two monsters.

A blind lawyer?

Li Ang put down his teacup and looked at Daredevil with great interest.

The tension in his muscles, like a fully drawn bowstring, betrayed his nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Murdoch."

Li Ang smiled his signature smile, and his bio-field calmed the other party's agitated emotions.

Although Matt couldn't see, he could feel the oppressive aura lessen slightly.

"Who...who are you people?"

Matt's voice was dry, and his cane tapped on the marble floor, producing a crisp echo.

Boom!

Before Li Ang could answer, the shop door was violently pushed open again.

A pungent smell of blood mixed with gunpowder filled the shop, dispelling the original aroma of tea.

Matt instinctively took a step to the side, assuming a defensive stance.

His radar senses told him that a frenzied butcher had entered.

Frank Castle was wearing his signature black bulletproof trench coat, with dark red blood still dripping from the hem.

Clearly, he had just gone through an unpleasant cleaning job.

As soon as Frank entered the room, his unique combat instincts sent chills down his spine.

He saw the blind lawyer wearing sunglasses, the blond strongman lying on the sofa drinking beer, and finally his gaze settled on Li Ang and Banner.

Click!

He pulled out a modified, large-caliber Desert Eagle, and the dark muzzle locked onto Banner, who seemed to pose the greatest threat, in a fraction of a second.

"No matter who you are, I don't like people doing this kind of sneaky renovation downstairs in my building."

Frank's voice was hoarse, and his finger was already on the trigger.

This is the Punisher: simple, direct, and deadly.

"roar……"

A low, guttural roar suddenly rang out.

Dr. Banner pushed up his glasses, and in that instant, his pupils were filled with an eerie fluorescent green.

The air behind him distorted violently, and a green phantom vaguely appeared.

The phantom was facing Frank, letting out a silent roar.

Frank was facing the roars of several tigers, and a sense of dread from the depths of his soul made his hand holding the gun tremble for the first time.

As a man who has crawled back from hell, he is not afraid of death.

But he could sense that this frail-looking middle-aged man harbored something terrifying within him.

"This guest."

Li Ang remained seated comfortably in the rocking chair, gesturing to Darcy Louis beside him to add ice to his iced tea.

"This shop operates on a small scale, and violence is prohibited." Li Ang slightly raised his eyes, not caring about the dark muzzle of the gun.

"Put away that fire poker." Seeing this, Thor slowly stood up, his piercing eyes glaring at him.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind hanging your name on the door as a sign."

Three seconds later.

Frank gritted his teeth and slowly put the gun back into its holster.

He's a madman, but he's not a fool.

His intuition told him that if he pulled the trigger, he would be the one to die.

Not to mention the ghostly figure behind the skinny, bespectacled man and the piercing eyes of the blond, muscular man; these were clearly supernatural phenomena, something an ordinary person like him couldn't handle.

"Great, it seems we've reached an agreement."

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, his face still bearing that standard smile. "So, are you two also here seeking a miracle?"

"I don't believe in miracles, nor do I believe in God."

Frank snorted and strode to the counter.

He pulled a heavy black canvas bag from under his trench coat and slammed it onto the counter with a bang.

The bag was open, revealing bundles of US dollars stained with blood and dust.

"I don't know how you managed to make this shop downstairs from my house, but since you're open for business, you should take the money, right?"

Frank's eyes were sinister. "Here's the money. Don't bother me."

The pungent smell of blood made Matt frown.

"Can you sleep soundly with this kind of money?"

Matt said in a deep voice that he could smell the resentment and sin attached to every banknote.

"As long as those scumbags can't sleep, I can sleep soundly."

Frank glanced at Matt with a look of disdain.

Matt pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal.

He silently took out a bank card from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.

That was his savings from working as a lawyer, completely clean.

"If a miracle really happens..."

Matt looked in Leon's direction. "I want to know, is it possible to see this world clearly again?"

Two piles of money.

A mass of blood and violence, symbolizing the Asura realm where violence begets violence.

A clean and tidy but flimsy log bridge, symbolizing law and order.

Li Ang's smile deepened as he watched this scene.

He never expected that on the very first day of the branch's opening, Daredevil and the Punisher from Hell's Kitchen would be there.

"Our currency is valued based on its value, not its origin."

With a wave of his hand, Li Ang sent the two piles of money vanishing. "Gentlemen, please. The stage is yours."

Frank stared at the neon-lit gashapon machine, a look of absurdity flashing in his eyes.

Rather than gambling for miracles in gashapon machines, he prefers to pay these mysterious people "protection money."

"Hopefully it's not some small toy."

Frank cursed under his breath and slammed the button down.

Click, click.

Ten gashapon capsules rolled out.

Frank unscrewed the first one, a flash of white light, and the first-aid spray landed in his hand.

It looks good, but it's definitely not worth ten thousand dollars.

"Glock? Can this thing fit into a gashapon capsule this small? Are you guys aliens?"

Leon: "Frank, this Glock has unlimited ammo, but you'll have to deal with the wear and tear and barrel overheating issues yourself."

"A paralyzing pen? I'll just stick the nib into his carotid artery, and he'll be paralyzed!"

"A dizzying baton? I can make him dizzy with a brick."

……

Several ordinary items spawned in a row, and Frank's words were nothing but complaints.

He felt that the store manager was making fun of him.

hum!

Just as Frank opened the remaining two gashapon capsules, two beams of blue light appeared in front of him.

[Six Styles - Iron Body (Master Level)]

[Introduction: A martial art originating from the world of One Piece, this technique uses blood flow control to harden muscles like iron, making them invulnerable to blades and bullets—a man's dream. Say goodbye to bulletproof vests; withstanding RPGs is no longer a dream.]

Blacklight Virus (Perfect Version)

[Description: A mysterious substance that accelerates biological evolution. Injection grants superhuman strength and the ability to mutate the body into various forms.]

[Note: The risk of dementia due to mutation and the risk of infecting others have been eliminated.]

Thor, who had been lying back on the sofa, stood up, his eyes full of confusion.

He shrugged at Banner, as if to say, "Why didn't I have such good luck back then?"

"The former makes you invulnerable to bullets and blades, while the latter grants you superhuman regenerative and mutation abilities."

Li Ang answered the other party at the right time, "With these two things, you are a true human weapon."

Frank was stunned as a strange memory surfaced in his mind.

It seems he really has learned a special skill, just as the other person said?

He subconsciously tensed his muscles, and his skin gleamed with a metallic sheen.

He drew his dagger and stabbed it hard into his own arm.

Ding!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Not even a white mark was left.

"this……"

Frank's pupils dilated violently as he stared at the vial of virus medicine in his hand, his eyes gradually turning fanatical.

He was a mortal, and every battle he fought was a dance on the edge of a knife, but now...

He now has the capability to confront tanks head-on!

"now you."

Frank stepped aside, sat on the sofa, and injected the drug into his body.

Sensing the miraculous scene unfolding on Frank, Matt took a deep breath and groped for the gashapon machine with trembling hands.

Like Frank, several of them wore items similar to bulletproof jackets.

Matt's luck suddenly turned around when a gashapon capsule burst into light.

A gentle ball of light entered his eyes, while the other was a silver-white metal cylinder that looked like a broken handle of a white cane.

[Bleach: Spiritual Pressure Perception (Basic Version)]

[Introduction: This is not vision, but eyes that gaze directly into the soul. You will bypass the retina and directly construct an image of the souls of the beings around you in your mind.]

Jedi Lightsaber (Limited Edition in Forgiveness Green)

[Description: An elegant weapon, capable of slicing through iron like butter, with a soft hum.]

As the light merged in, Matt's eyes, which had long been unfocused, widened.

The world that seemed to be burning disappeared.

Instead, a vibrant and colorful world has emerged.

But what he saw was not light, but the flame of a soul!

He saw Li Ang, a black sun as deep and dark as an abyss.

I saw Banner, an ascetic enveloped in green fury.

Frank's soul was a sea of ​​blood, burning with the flames of revenge.

"I...saw it."

Matt's voice trembled, and two lines of tears streamed down his face from behind his sunglasses.

He instinctively gripped the metal cylinder in his hand, his fingers touching the switch.

hum! !

A dazzling green beam of light shot into the sky, accompanied by a deep, magnetic hum of electricity.

"Wow! This thing looks way lighter than my hammer!"

Thor, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly brightened up, tossed aside his potato chips, and came over. "What kind of magic is this? Is it fashionable to fight with glow sticks in Midgard now?"

Matt felt the weight of the lightsaber in his hand, and the feeling of controlling it so naturally made him love it.

Although he is blind, he holds a lightsaber...

"Isn't this the legendary Mind's Eye Sword Saint?"

Li Ang chuckled and teased, "So, are you satisfied with this deal?"

Before Matt could answer.

squeak! ! !

Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes came from outside the shop, followed by chaotic footsteps and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back.

Dozens of black cars surrounded the gashapon shop.

"Frank!!"

An extremely arrogant voice came through the loudspeaker.

"I know you're in there!"

"Kingpin sends his greetings! Get out here and face your death! Otherwise, we'll blow this lousy shop and everyone inside to smithereens!"

The slightly cheerful atmosphere inside the shop, created by the background music, froze, and everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Frank twisted his neck, his already expressionless face turning gloomy.

He hadn't expected Kingpin's men to arrive so quickly.

"Sorry, boss, it looks like you'll have to redo your renovations again."

Frank drew his pistol from his waist, feeling the power of the virus within him and his invulnerability to bullets and blades, and walked straight towards the door.

No need to apologize.

Li Ang remained seated, gently blowing on the tea leaves floating in his cup.

He pointed to the door and gestured for the two newly evolved street heroes to enter.

"This store provides after-sales service space, but is not responsible for cleaning up the trash in front of the store."

"Go ahead, it's a good opportunity to try out your new toys."

A creature with a metallic sheen all over its body and an eerie red light flashing in its eyes.

A figure wielding a green lightsaber walked out gracefully.

"Leave no one alive."

Frank's deep voice drifted over, and then the two stepped out of the room.