However, Puncher, whom Gray Rabbit had found, was clearly much luckier.
There were more than thirty stacks of dollars in the safe, as well as a few gold bars and some jewelry. A conservative estimate was that there were at least one to two hundred thousand dollars.
Luke tossed the things into his backpack. "We'll split it later."
Frank couldn't be bothered to watch him pack. He said casually, "I'm not interested. You keep it."
Luke didn't think much of it. "I don't lack money, but rules are rules. Since we did it together, we should split it."
As Frank walked out, he said, "Then you don't have to open the safe. It's easier that way."
Luke said, "It's good to make people think it's a robbery, lest the police or the FBI target us."
Frank was silent for a moment. "Are you afraid of them?"
Luke followed him out. "I'm not. But they're not my enemies, but the guardians of social order. Most of them aren't bad people, so there's no need for me to provoke them. "
Frank said, "… Up to you."
At that moment, Luke passed by the leader's body and put it away. He didn't forget to complain. "I don't want to learn from you. You even took out a grenade launcher just now. What are you trying to do? Set off fireworks in Manhattan?"
Frank was speechless for a moment, before he admitted helplessly, "I wanted to blow up the motorcycles outside to lure the Dogs of Hell out."
Luke was lost for words!
He didn't mind Frank dealing with the gang members, but if this continued, these cases would fall into Dustin's hands sooner or later.
When that happened, could he arrest Frank and throw him into prison?
However, Luke didn't want to persuade him. Frank's brain wasn't normal!
PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) was something that he could not escape from.
He had been a soldier for many years and carried out countless secret missions. He should have long been suffering from PTSD, which was a branch of PTSD.
It was a good thing that Robert had retired early and retired in the peaceful countryside. With Catherine's guidance for many years, there weren't too many abnormalities. However, he couldn't keep a dog at home, or he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Frank's situation was much more serious.
If he had been able to live with his wife and children after returning to normal society, and if he had the necessary psychotherapy, it would have been possible for him to live a peaceful life.
But the gang gunfight destroyed everything, instantly destroying his greatest hope.
This fellow had not turned into a madman who slaughtered innocents, and he could be considered to have a firm moral bottom line.
Frank was originally calm and decisive, but he didn't investigate the original case. Instead, he went after the three gangs and started a massacre.
This was because he was afraid of seeing his past life. He was so afraid that he never returned home.
The home filled with memories had long since been empty, and that would drive him crazy.
Without an external force to push him, he might continue to run until he completely collapsed.
Or he might wake up one day, regroup, and complete his revenge on all the murderers.
Now, Luke, an external force, had finally appeared.
They left the bar, and Luke followed Frank to the street where he had parked his car. After Frank got into the car, Luke said, "Don't do anything for the next two days. After tonight, Reyes will definitely want to catch you even more."
Frank didn't answer. He just asked, "What else?"
Luke tossed a black plastic bag onto the passenger seat. "The cash is yours. The rest is mine."
Frank looked at the bag and didn't say anything. "Let me know if there's any news. As soon as possible."
Luke said, "Okay."
Frank stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
Luke returned to the roof of the apartment building, picked up Lawyer Matt, who was still unconscious, and threw him back into his own house.
Without Lawyer Matt as a burden, Luke turned on his fake phone and looked at the tracker on Grote. He couldn't help but curl his lip. "Yo, you're quite happy running. You're already in New Jersey."
As he spoke, his figure turned transparent, and the jet on his back activated as he shot into the sky.
…
Grote drove the car he had just stolen south to the Lincoln Tunnel, where he turned toward New Jersey.
He didn't stop, and kept fleeing west. He wanted to get away from New York.
He didn't dare stay in New York any longer. That lunatic, the Punisher, was definitely going to kill him.
Even if he had just escaped, he knew that the Punisher would still kill him without hesitation if he saw him again.
After confessing that he had killed the old woman, he was no longer of any value to the Punisher.
This time, it was Puncher who had stopped the Punisher, but from the name, it was obvious that he was in cahoots with the Punisher. He might not be so lucky next time.
As he thought that, the car drove past Weehawken and into the sparsely populated western suburbs.
Suddenly, a speck of fiery light swept past his head from the back and descended rapidly.
Almost subconsciously, Grote stepped on the brakes.
Boom!
The car abruptly stopped. The hood was already mostly caved in, and a man in a grayish-black hoodie was standing on it.
Grote's face was pale. "Puncher!"
From the bottom, he could already see the face that was completely covered by the mask. He was absolutely sure that this was the Punisher's accomplice.
Luke jumped down from the front of the car and walked to the driver's side. He punched through the window and grabbed Grote out.
Terrified, Grote begged for mercy. "Wait, wait a minute. You just said you'd let me go."
Luke tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something.
A flame lit up in Grote's heart. What if this person was like that Little Red and was a good person? He would be able to live.
Suddenly, he heard a low laugh, and his heart turned cold.
Luke laughed and said gloomily, "What I said before was to never let me see you again. Now, haven't I seen you again? "
Grote finally understood. F * ck you! You're f * cking messing with me!
A moment later, Grote and his stolen car disappeared from the road.
Luke looked up at the sky. "Oh my, it's already so late. I can still make supper if I hurry back. "
As soon as he said that, a scooter appeared in front of him.
Tut tut tut ~ The scooter made a light noise as it set off home.
The night was as dark as ink, but there was one less scum in the world, and the world was a little more beautiful.
…
The next day, Luke and Selina went to the lab in Nassau County.
Not long after he entered the lab, before he could start work, Jenny called. "You're in the lab?"
Luke said with a smile, "Sure. Are you spying on me?"
Jenny snorted. "I was in front of the window in my office when I saw your car drive past. Do I have to pretend that I don't recognize your car?"
Luke curled his lip. Jenny's office was on the 18th floor. How could she see clearly that the car on the road was his? Did she really think she was Gold Nugget with a pair of Khorium dog eyes?
But he still said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Why are you looking for me? "
Jenny sighed helplessly. "Although the company's important documents show that you've already passed, the stock acquisition plan has been completed. Aren't you concerned?"
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