mc-med Chapter 138 Trap
Chapter 138 Trap
Chapter 138 Trap
Hospital late at night.
Most of the patients are already asleep, and there are occasional sounds of medical staff on duty walking quickly in the corridor.
The door of the fire escape stairs was pushed open, and Frank looked around, but no one noticed him so far.
Gently closing the door, he walked slowly into the corridor.
Quietly touched the duty station.
"Hello." He said to the nurse who was on the night shift.
"What's the matter?" The nurse raised her head and asked suspiciously.
"Hmm..." Frank quickly glanced at the patient on the wall, "I'm a family member of hospital bed 12, and he's a little unwell now, can you go and have a look?"
"Bed 12?" The nurse frowned and looked down at the medical records, and then she exclaimed, "Ah, why is he not feeling well? I'll go there right away."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Frank took advantage of the opportunity when the other party turned around in a panic to get the equipment, and quickly found his target in the information of the admitted patients.
"Okay, let's go." The nurse said, and then rushed out in a hurry.
She quickly ran to the door of the No. 12 hospital bed, only to find that the patient was sleeping peacefully.
She frowned and was about to turn around to question the family member, but suddenly found that the other party had disappeared at some point.
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After deceiving the nurse and getting the bed number, Frank walked in the aisle unhurriedly.
He knew exactly what kind of person his target was, and the other party had no ability to resist in his hands.
It's time for things to end.
With that in mind, he pushed open the door of the ward.
The patient lay motionless on the bed and seemed to be asleep.
Frank walked to the side of the bed, and the other party's head was wrapped in thick gauze, which made Frank a little puzzled, but this may be the injury he suffered when he fell to the ground after being shot.
Just covering the hair, the face of the other party is still clearly visible.
Frank looked at the sleeping boy in front of him, and slowly pulled out his dagger from his calf.
His expression was serious and determined, without bloodthirsty pleasure or any hesitation.
He stretched out his left hand and covered the opponent's mouth and nose.
Being attacked in his sleep, Colt opened his eyes suddenly, and his strong desire to win made him try his best to use both hands to try to grab the opponent's arm and break it apart.
However, how can an ordinary high school student compare with the experienced special forces?
What's more, Frank never thought of using this method to suffocate the other party.
The moment Colt started to resist, he immediately picked up the dagger in his right hand and slashed across the opponent's throat.
Just as the dagger passed through, Frank suddenly felt a sound of breaking the air behind him.
Years of muscle memory made him lower his head almost immediately to avoid the opponent's attack.
It was a short stick.
The short stick hit the wall, rebounded and finally hit Frank in the cheek, making him take a few steps back.
"Frank!" Daredevil yelled at him from the door of the ward.
"Sorry, you're late." Frank swung the dagger twice, but he immediately realized something was wrong.
Just now he knew very well that his dagger had scratched the opponent's throat, and his strength should have cut the opponent's throat directly, which would cause a lot of bleeding.
And now, his dagger was as clean as if it had just been wiped.
Something is not right.
Frank didn't hesitate at all. Daredevil has blocked his only normal way out. The opponent has set up an ambush here, and there must be some back-ups. He has fought against Daredevil many times, and he knows that it is an even match for him. strong opponent.
You can't be entangled by the other party now, you must leave quickly.
Before coming in, he carefully studied the terrain of the hospital. This is the third floor, and this ward is facing the platform on the second floor of the hospital.
Without the slightest hesitation, Frank turned and slammed into the window and jumped out.
However, the expected landing and rolling unloading force did not appear.
In other words, he didn't feel the impact of hitting the platform at all.
He clearly saw that he was suspended in the air.
No, or rather, he was caught in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, he was dragged back to the ward.
In the ward, the boy who was lying on the bed in a hospital gown had changed into another face. He stood up easily, and tore off the gauze on his head, revealing his gray hair.
"Reed." Frank looked down at the other's arm wrapped around him, and whispered.
"Stop it." Reed said while firmly restraining Frank, "Colt is not your enemy, nor is he a criminal, stop now, in the whole incident, the only ones who will be really damaged are probably my beard."
"Hmph." Frank sneered, "People have to pay for their actions. Law and morality are just jokes. Others don't care. I care. I will never stop."
"You put too many personal emotions in!" Daredevil stepped forward and said, "You think the experience of the old Gomez couple is very similar to yours. You have lost a lot of things, so you have to avenge them."
The Punisher looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.
"Kilgrave is dead! The purple man who is the culprit is dead!" Daredevil said, "Colt just made a mistake, he failed to predict the consequences of what he did, and more importantly , He did this to save people!"
"Is this important?" The Punisher finally said, "Accidents, mistakes, I didn't think about it, how many times have we heard such excuses, who the hell cares about these, the facts are there, people are responsible when they die, that's how it is Simple."
"The process of things is as important as the result. Everyone is growing, and no one will never make mistakes." Reid shook his head, "You can't completely deny everything about this person just because of a stain."
"I'm sorry, I can." The punisher replied mercilessly, "Your so-called caring, so-called human emotions, and so-called morality are nothing but cowardly weapons, just like the law. Only the weak will treat this Things have unrealistic hopes, and they don't know that what they hope for is just a toy played by the strong. He made a mistake, and he deserves to die!"
"Your thinking is too extreme." Daredevil retorted, "The law is a weapon of the weak rather than a toy of the strong. Although there are still many problems in our society, you can't just deny that there is no problem in itself. It's something that goes awry in actuality."
"This is our difference." The Punisher said roughly, "You are living in a dream, but I am living in reality."
"No." Reed shook his head, "You are living in a dream too."
At this time, a shrill siren sounded outside the hospital window.
"I'm sorry." Reed looked at the skeleton on Frank's chest, "From now on, the Punisher is a thing of the past."
(End of this chapter)