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"Me? Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Perkins was stunned.

She did not expect that Russell would actually suspect that she was a SHIELD agent.

For a killer, this is a serious suspicion.

Even a potentially life-threatening suspicion.

Any killer has a natural vigilance against the agents of official agencies.

Whether this agent is an agent of SHIELD, or an agent of the FBI, CIA, MI6, or even an agent of the disbanded former Soviet intelligence agency KGB, they will be vigilant.

What's more, killers are not police officers, they don't need so-called evidence.

As long as they doubt you, they can kill you.

As for whether there will be a manslaughter, this is not within the scope of the killers' consideration.

Russell did not speak, and looked at Perkins calmly.

Whether Perkins is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is not sure, he just has such a suspicion.

After all, in his memory, there was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who looked exactly like Perkins.

"Why do you think I'm a SHIELD agent?"

Perkins changed back to the beauty of the iceberg and asked with a frown.

"intuition!"

intuition?

After hearing Russell's answer, Perkins almost couldn't help drawing a gun and hitting him directly.

Just because of intuition, you suspect that I am an agent of SHIELD?

"Do you know how much trouble this suspicion will cause me?"

Perkins is really unhappy now.

With Russell's current reputation, if other people know that he suspects Perkins is a SHIELD agent, other fellow killers will probably directly regard her as a SHIELD agent.

At that time, those colleagues who have had a holiday with her at some point will make her an assassination target at some point.

"Of course I do, so I've never said that to anyone else."

Russell poured himself another glass of whiskey and took a sip.

After seeing Russell's calm expression without any change, Perkins can't wait to bite him now.

"I'm not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Before getting up and leaving, Perkins said very seriously.

After speaking, she left the bar.

When Perkins left, Russell patiently waited for information from the hotel.

He has no plans to return to the office until he gets the Punisher.

This wait, just waited until noon.

hotel restaurant.

Russell was enjoying his lunch alone in the dining room.

At this time, Charon in a neat suit came to him.

"Mr. Bradley, this is the information you want."

Charon handed Russell the paper in his hand.

"thanks."

"Do you have any other needs, sir?" Charon continued.

The information has arrived.

According to Russell's previous style, he will immediately set out to deal with the Punisher.

Since we are going to start killing people, then we will naturally have to have weapons and equipment.

"Is the sommelier at the hotel now?"

"He won't be there."

Charon smiled back.

The sommelier is the hotel's gun supplier.

As for why people who provide firearms are called sommeliers, it should be that both alcohol and bullets have the effect of making people lie down.

Putting down the knife and fork in his hand, Russell went to the hotel's tasting room alone.

In the tasting room, he saw the sommelier who he had seen many times.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bradley!"

Like Charon, the sommelier also wore a sharp black suit.

The only difference is that the sommelier is not black, but white.

"I want to taste it.

"

Unlike a normal tasting room, the wine cabinet here is not filled with wine, but with various guns.

Pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, daggers, grenades…

Fully automatic, semi-automatic, special modification...

All weapons are placed in categories.

"I know you used to love German breeds, but I highly recommend the new Austrian breeds, the Glock 26 and Glock 34."

"You tasted Glock 26 last time, what do you think?"

The sommelier took two pistols from the cabinet with the pistols and placed them in front of Russell.

"It feels good!" Russell replied.

"Then you should like the new breed this time."

"Reshaped handle, flared magazine well for easier reloading, and you'll love its custom build."

The sommelier introduced the new and improved varieties, while Russell picked up the Glock 26 and 34 on the table and actually felt it.

From the outside, the Glock 26 and 34 that the sommelier brought out this time have not changed significantly.

But once you get started, you can see the difference.

It has to be said that the modified one is a little more comfortable than the original one.

After a hands-on experience, Russell put down the two pistols and continued: "Is there one that is more accurate and stronger?"

"Powerful...accurate..."

After thinking for a while, the sommelier took out an automatic rifle from the cabinet where the rifles were placed.

"AR-15, 11.5-inch barrel, ion-coated bolt, with Chikon 1 to 6x zoom scope."

Like the Glock 26 and 34 just now, this AR-15 is obviously a special modification.

"Okay, I want these."

Two pistols, one automatic rifle.

The firepower doesn't look very powerful, but for Russell, it's quite enough.

These three guns are all prepared for the use of the spear throwing technique. If it is only to kill the Punisher, he can use the ability of the venom symbiote.

Having acquired the slingshot, he has yet to actually use it in combat.

This time, he intends to practice with the Punisher.

The Queen.

Downstairs in an abandoned building.

Russell arrived in his Porsche 911 after getting a gun from a sommelier.

According to the investigation of the hotel intelligence personnel, the punisher is now in the abandoned building.

In order to obtain this information, two intelligence officers sacrificed their lives.

This is also the main reason why the rush fee will be four gold coins.

Sitting in the car and looking at the building that had been abandoned for some time, Russell got out of the car with the pistol and rifle he just bought.

His action plan this time is very simple, that is to kill directly.

However, as soon as he got out of the car, he realized that something was wrong.

Someone is watching him!

Although Russell does not have superpowers such as telepathy, he has been a killer for more than two years.

When driving here, he did not find anyone following him.

But when he got out of the car, the feeling of being watched became extremely obvious.

The symbiote in him reminded him like a gong in his ear.

police? Or SHIELD?

Russell turned his head to look at the corner of the street behind him, looking at the car parked on the side of the road.

do not care!

Even the police and SHIELD people don't matter.

Russell ignored the unidentified watchers and walked into the abandoned mansion with a bag containing rifles.

The abandoned mansion has twenty floors, and the Punisher's Safe House is on the fifteenth floor.

Because of the abandonment, the elevators in the building have long stopped running.

Once inside the building, Russell took the rifle out of the bag and opened the safety.