Luke was still worried, and reminded him again, "Don't be too loud."
Frank wasn't a gentleman. The guards outside hadn't been cleared out yet, and the Ghost Butcher wasn't in the habit of letting his opponent shoot him.
Frank flexed his wrists. "Don't worry, I'll leave him alive and slowly interrogate him."
Meticulous! Then he had to be meticulous himself. Satisfied, Luke took out plastic bags and wrapped the heads of the four criminals so that their blood wouldn't splatter everywhere, before he dragged them out of the center of the warehouse.
Frank's cold voice echoed in the warehouse behind him. "You said you wanted to burn my eyeballs? Don't worry, I won't be so direct. Look at your hands. They're stained with my blood. Come, let me clean them for you. "
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The sound of butane flames rang out.
"Wuuuu ~" The leader of the Irish gang let out a series of screams, which turned into muffled whimpers due to the shirt fragments in his mouth.
Luke contacted Selina.
With Gold Nugget, she had already knocked out the guards in front of the warehouse.
Luke told her and Gold Nugget to pack up and go home, while he pushed back and killed the guards on the perimeter.
He didn't want to force Selina to kill anyone. Killing for personal reasons could easily lead to psychological problems.
Gold Nugget didn't have any psychological problems, but he didn't want it to develop a habit of killing innocent people. Unless it was a special situation, it wasn't allowed to kill anyone.
Today, he still had to clean up the mess himself.
It had been almost twenty minutes by the time everything was cleaned up.
When Luke returned to the warehouse, he saw that Frank was interrogating the leader.
The shirt fragments in the leader's mouth were gone, but his voice was hoarse, and he didn't have the strength to shout.
When Luke returned, he didn't interrupt Frank and let him continue.
It was one thing for this idiot leader to attack Frank, but he had even threatened to kill his dog.
Some people's dogs couldn't be killed.
John Wick had taken the lead, and Frank Castle wasn't far behind.
After this, there probably wouldn't be many people left alive in this Irish gang.
At the very beginning, Frank had killed seven or eight of them, and a few days ago, fifteen were killed. Today, another twenty-seven had died in this warehouse.
Almost fifty people had died in total. They were basically the leaders of this gang, including the previous and current bosses.
Luke had crippled the former boss's hands, and Frank had turned him into a hornet's nest.
The current boss was the one in front of him, and he was also the older brother of the previous boss.
When his younger brother died, he took advantage of the situation to take over. In the end, he didn't even sit in his position for a few days before he had to accompany his younger brother again. He could be said to be an expert at courting death.
After another ten minutes, Frank finished the interrogation and raised his gun.
Pa!
There was a hole in the head of the Irish gang leader.
Frank took a deep breath and leaned on the table.
He had been badly injured in the interrogation just now. These Irish people had no intention of letting him live. He had at least four or five broken ribs and a concussion.
Now that he had killed the other party, the anger in his chest dissipated. He only felt pain all over his body, and his vision darkened.
Luke helped him lie down on the table. "I'll treat your wounds and take you away. Get some rest first."
Frank grunted in acknowledgement. He slowly relaxed his clenched fists and fell into a semi-conscious state.
Luke shook his head and gave him a tranquilizer. He then took out a med kit and treated the man's wound before he set his ribs back together.
If it weren't for his injuries, Frank would've definitely punched the leader — using a butane spray gun was too refined, and didn't suit his style.
After treating Frank's wounds, Luke cleaned up all the traces in the warehouse. He then got Frank into an old car of the Irish gang and sent him to the nearest safe house.
In the dead of night, he returned to the lab. Selina was watching a video.
The video of Frank interrogating the new Irish boss had already been recorded. There was no need to bother asking him again.
After washing up, Luke came out refreshed and asked, "Why did they find Frank?"
He was rather puzzled about that.
After all, he had been looking for Frank for almost a month before he found him.
Frank was very good at hiding his tracks. He shouldn't have been found so easily.
Selina took a sip of yogurt. "I interrogated the two criminals in the end. They said that the previous boss was going to make a big deal in the next few days, and had three million dollars with him. After Frank killed them, he took the money with him. The new boss wanted the money back and continued the deal, so he sent out word that he was looking for Frank, and he really did find him. "
Luke was lost for words. No wonder Frank didn't care about more than two hundred thousand dollars in cash. But it wasn't the safest way to keep his own money, which guaranteed that the original owner wouldn't come looking for him.
Thinking for a moment, he was still a little unsure. "Is Frank that unvigilant?"
Selina sighed. "Those two guys said that they surrounded Frank and pointed dozens of guns at him, but Frank didn't notice anything. He was probably distracted."
She didn't ask why Frank was distracted, but both Luke and she knew.
Touching the scene, he recalled the past.
Faced with the tragic deaths of his wife and children, this man with an iron will couldn't stay vigilant.
After a brief silence, Selina changed the topic. "However, this Irish boss knows who the supplier of the fight in the park was."
"Who is it?" Luke was very "interested" in this person.
It was this seller who initiated the deal that took away all of Frank's hope and destroyed his life.
Selina said, "It's just a nickname. He's called Blacksmith. After the fight in the park, Blacksmith never showed up again. It wasn't until a few days ago that he suddenly contacted the Irish gang to make a deal. Only a few of the higher-ups in the Irish gang know about this. "
Luke was deep in thought. "What a coincidence? He showed up as well when Frank showed up? "
Selina nodded. "I think it's too much of a coincidence. But what's Frank's connection to such a major drug dealer? It's not like he's from the DEA. "
Luke shook his head. "Robert mentioned that they often carried out missions in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran. That's the Golden Crescent."
Selina asked, "Then how are we going to find this Blacksmith? We haven't decided on a time and place for the deal yet. Blacksmith is a very cautious person, and he has the initiative in the deal. "
Luke chuckled. "There's no rush. I'll ask Frank when he wakes up."
Selina: "Huh?"
If Frank knew who this person was, why would he keep targeting the members of the three gangs? Could it be …
She had a guess, but didn't think too much about it.
When the truth came to light, she would come back to verify her conjecture.
After the conversation, they went to work.
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