Marvel Knights: The Punisher #4

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One Man Army: Part 4 of 5.

Hell's Kitchen, New York City.

The stench of blood was becoming for too common.

Ben Urich nearly gagged as he took a quick step into the crackhouse the Punisher had recently laid siege to. Bodies of the building's defenders littered the ground and the smell they generated was revolting. It had only been an hour since the attack had started and already flies were circling the corpses like vultures. Out on the street, the Punisher Task Force were all busy receiving some much needed mediacal attention after what they claimed was 'a giant freaking plant' had effortlessly cast them aside like an orangutan swatting at insects. It seemed completely ludicrous.

Then again... it was New York City. There had been stranger... and it would explain the freshly laid marijuana growing through the cracks in the pavement.

"Hello Frank." Ben said while stepping into what had once been the building's main office, the Punisher was busy tearing the place apart, seemingly in search of something. On top of the office's desk lay some kind of metal ray gun covered in blood, Ben recognized it from an article he'd written several years earlier, however he couldn't remember the details.

"Ben." Frank stood up and turned towards the reporter, his face hidden by a black ski mask with a white skull in the center. "How's the family?" He asked while pulling open one of the drawers located under the desk.

"They're fine." Ben answered while sitting down on a nearby chair. "Phil's been a little distant recently... but other then-" He stopped upon noticing Frank holding a piece of blue paper he'd pulled from the desk. "What's that?" Ben asked, his natural curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he was probably going to regret asking... but he couldn't help it.

"These dealers had access to supervillain technology." The Punisher said as his eyes darted across the paper. "And now I know why." He tossed the paper over to Ben before doing a quick check of all his weapons. Ben quickly scanned through the neat, formal writing.

"You are cordially invited to the 25th Fesack Supervillain Auction! Specialising in superhuman technology, powers and outfits, the Fesack Auction is located at-" The rest of the invitation spelled out the auction's time and location, Ben neatly folded the invite and placed it in his coat's pocket.

"Normal gangsters with supervillain tech?" Ben shuddered slightly. "You've gotta do something about this Frank." The Punisher nodded while opening the office's window.

"I'm going to." He assured the middle aged New York reporter. Frank stepped partly through the window before turning back towards his ally. "I'm borrowing your car." He told Ben. "Mine's surrounded by cops."

"Won't you need the keys?" Urich asked as the Punisher made his way towards the nearby fire escape.

He didn't get an answer. Ben started to feel uneasy.

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Uptown New York, 30 Minute drive from Hell's Kitchen.

It was probably the safest place on Earth.

Anthony Fesack stood upon his metal podium and stared at the men and women seated around the large, black table before him. A collection of the greatest thieves, murderers, crimelords and assassins on the planet were all waiting for him to acknowledge their existence.

It was both awe inspiring and terrifying.

Typhoid Mary represented the Kingpin of Crime, who was unfortunately occupied with other matters. She was seated beside Leland Owlsley of the New York Mob, otherwise known as 'the Owl'. Both were very unpleasant individuals, and both looked like they were trying not to tear each other's throats out. Terrorist groups like AIM and HYDRA were also in attendence, both represented by the organisation's second in command, with the assassins' guild known as the Hand keeping a close eye on the rival parties, with several guards flanking their commander in silence. There was something about the silent ninjas that set Anthony's nerves on fire. There were several other main gangs at the auction, however none left quite the impression as the main, core group of crimelords and monsters that were seated around the main table.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Anthony said, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "Today... we're joined by several foreign ambassadors who wish to remain annonymous." Several screens dotted across the walls showed the black silhouettes of men and women across the globe who plotted against the rest of the world. What Anthony was selling today... and whoever bought it, would forever effect the planet. "For obvious reasons." He quickly added, attempting a joke. Nobody laughed, all the gang lords stared at the small, worm of a man they were forced to tolerate.

Around the edges of the room were members of the smaller gangs that populated New York, each having failed to adjust with the times, none of them would be bidding, the auction was far too expensive. However it was considered polite (and wise) to show up.

Yes. It was the safest room on the planet. It was also the most dangerous. The two combonations didn't make sense... however Anthony didn't care. It was time to get rich.

"Today. We're bidding for several items, however the main piece of equipment we'll be starting with is a Cryogenic stasis pod discovered in the Nevada desert by a team of architects." Anthony explained, all eyes locked completely on him. "Let's start the bidding at 350 million American dollars. Do I hea-"

"Yes." Mister Negative raised his hand into the air, voice completely devoid of any feeling or emotion.

"Okay. Mister Negative has 350 million! Do I hear 400-"

"HAIL HYDRA!"

"400 million to HYDRA! Do I hear 45-"

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Outside the skyscraper playing host to the auction stood Frank Castle, he'd made a quick stop by his motel room to outfit himself into his desired equipment. Beneath his trenchcoat he wore full on combat armour with a white skull spray painted in the center where the armour was heaviest. In the Punisher's hands was a black, modified carbine rifle, adapted to fire armour piercing bullets.

Just in case.

On Frank's back was a STARK Industries, foldable grenade launcher, with several tear gas grenades strapped to his belt. He was outfitted with enough ammo and weapons to take on a small army, with a small pistol holstered in the side of his boot, and a knife hidden on the back of his belt. He was ready for whatever scumbags he'd have to face.

Slowly Frank climbed up the side of the building closest to the skyscraper. Upon reaching the top he noticed a member of the Hand stood on the edge of the roof, keeping guard with his back turned. The ninja's red blood matched his robes after Frank slit open his throat.

The Punisher pulled out a pair of binoculars from his belt and peered through the lens, he looked through the building's window, directly into the auction and frowned. As expected, his current position wouldn't let him get a clear shot... and changing location would take too long. He couldn't risk anything going wrong.

It seemed like he'd have to go in the hard way. Frank loaded his grenade launcher with tear gas and pumped it into action.

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"Bro!"

"750 Million to the Tracksuit Draculas!" Anthony yelled, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Does anyone hav-"

It was the Hand who noticed the sound first, like dogs their heads all snapped towards the window. AIM's Supreme Intelligence stood up quickly from the table, wielding some kind of small, portable scanner in hand.

"Everyone!" The Intelligence yelled, his voice muffled by his yellow radiation uniform. "My scanner is picking up some kind o-"

KRASH!

The glass shattered as several metal grenades smashed into the room and bounced onto the table, each sending green gas bursting up into the air. The Hand leader sprung up from his seat, his men forming defensively around him as he teleported away in a red flash. The AIM Intelligence followed suit, disappearing with an electronic crackle. Mister Negative and Tombstone were both immune to the effects of the gas, however the other bidders and crimelords weren't so lucky. They gasped and gagged for breath, tears streaming down their cheeks as the black, armoured figure of the Punisher crashed into the room, respirator around his mouth and rifle in hand.

"It's party time boys!" Tombstone bellowed as his men ran into the room wielding automatics. They didn't last long, as the Punisher simply mowed them down with a quick burst of his rifle.

"Party's over." Frank replied as he fired another shot directly into Tombstone's waist, the armoured bullet tearing easily through the mobster's flesh, knocking him to the ground.

"Punisher."Mister Negative sighed, his white and black flesh standing out in the room. He stepped over the sobbing cries of his men and walked towards the vigilante. "Why am I not surprised?"

Frank said nothing as he let off another burst from his rifle, the bullets struck the crimelord's head and shoulders, however instead of simply tearing through the man's flesh, they bounced onto the floor, causing no damage to their target.

"You're going to have to do better then that."Negative said as Frank started to slowly back away, the crimelord of Chinatown was over confident in his abilities as he stepped towards the nuisance that had been plaguing his rivals for the past few years.

"Good advice." The Punisher admitted as he loaded his last tear gas grenade into his launcher and fired, Mister Negative opened his mouth in surprise, causing the projectile to get lodged in his threat, leaking gas directly into the man's stomach.

"GAH!"He gasped, tearing the grenade from his mouth and casting it aside. Negative coughed and spluttered in an attempt to rid his body of the gas and quickly decided his best option was to retreat. The black and white villain dashed out the doorway, coughing and gagging the entire time.

"Kogeki!"

Frank turned to see several Hand ninjas leaping towards him, all raising their blades into the sky as they prepared to slash their attacker into pieces.

It wasn't even a competition. After a few seconds of hand to hand combat the Hand's greatest warriors all fell to the ground, defeated.

"Oh come on." Frank rolled his eyes at the defeated crimelords surrounding him. He fired a shot at the leader of one of the smaller gangs, gagging by his feet. "This is pathetic." He turned his head slightly as blood burst up from the ground.

"Time to die, communist scum!"

A powerful fist smashed into Frank's skull, sending him crashing down to the ground. The Punisher wiped away blood from his nose in surprise and looked at his surprise assailant. The man was large, aryan and dressed in tattered garments similar to what a marine would have worn during the Vietnam War. He stared down at Frank with large, bloodthirsty eyes... and a large grin spread across his face, elongating the red, white and blue American Flag tattooed across his face.

Frank had seen this man before... he'd taken a special interest in the man's case.

"Nuke." He grumbled while standing up, pulling his knife from the back of his belt.

This auction was starting to get interesting.

Next Issue: The Nuking of New York!

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@tommythehitman: Oh cool Nuke, Mister Negative and Tombstone , mind if I reference this next issue of the Outlaws.

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@tommythehitman: Cool the Arms Merchant was there, just unseen in the background being all sinister

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Just skimmed it but looks good! Give it a full read when I sit down later

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#9  Edited By ImpurestCheese

@impurestcheese: Nah he's a coward, would have hit the ground as soon as things went south. He also has a respirator in his costume

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I have no doubt that the man who has stood toe to toe with Daredevil and Wolverine could beat a few Hand grunts in close quarters.

Loved how, even still, you showed their skill. They were the first to take defensive action, and had they been against a lesser foe; would have proven to have set up the best offensive one.

Ninjas are spies, thieves, and assassin's at the end of the day, not warriors.

Oh and can't wait for Nuke vs Punisher. Two badass soldiers squaring off is always a great time!

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@guardiandevil83: Thank you very much! Yeah I've been planning this fight since the series started. It's gonna be bloody.

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@geth: "12 hours later" :)

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@geth: Bloody comment mate!

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@tommythehitman: ...

"Will read in a sec" = "Gimme a moment to throw these people out of my house and/or odd out drunk"

Lemme make some breakfast first lol

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@geth: Oh god! What's THAT code for?!

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@tommythehitman: Probably something along the lines of "Put some damn pants on"

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Lmao when the hand just NOPEs the hell out of there

Bonus points for track suit Draculas

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@geth: They have better sense then everyone else.

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Im wondering how the arc is going to end since this was 4 of 5. The pacing is great but when you have 4 of 5 I hope you don't mess up the pacing next issue. Usual good job

800 million to the mystery man, lol

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@boschepg: COBRA!!!!

To quote Han Solo revolving around the pacing, "it'll work. It'll work".

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@tommythehitman: Oh great, Nuke...man I hate this guy...

Frank's tearing it up, man. You're doing a good job

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Ellipses. That is all.

flies were circling the corpses like vultures

No comment. Just reread this line.

an orangutan swatting at insects.

Or like vultures.

his face hidden by a black ski mask with a white skull in the center

Franchise branding.

"You've gotta do something about this Frank."

Micromanaging.

we're joined by several foreign ambassadors who wish to remain annonymous."

Well way to call attention to them then. And *anonymous

Several screens dotted across the walls showed the black silhouettes of men and women across the globe who plotted against the rest of the world.

Illuminati?

would forever effect the planet.

*affect

Yes. It was the safest room on the planet. It was also the most dangerous.

These words mean opposite things.

The two combonations didn't make sense... however Anthony didn't care.

Anthony is breaking the fourth wall to sass my review, so Anthony better turn out to be Deadpool. and also *combinations.

"HAIL HYDRA!"

This is not how auctions work. But Hydra does have mad franchise skills, so no sin.

Slowly Frank climbed up the side of the building closest to the skyscraper.

Frank steals Spider-Man's wall crawling power.

"Party's over." Frank replied

Frank is a party crasher.

"GAH!"He gasped, tearing the grenade from his mouth and casting it aside. Negative coughed and spluttered in an attempt to rid his body of the gas and quickly decided his best option was to retreat. The black and white villain dashed out the doorway, coughing and gagging the entire time.

I hate to be this reviewer, but.... Mister Negative and Tombstone were both immune to the effects of the gas

After a few seconds of hand to hand combat the Hand's greatest warriors all fell to the ground, defeated.

The Hand needs better warriors. They should try Craigslist.

That one bit aside, this was another good chapter in the series.

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@wildvine: Hand Warriors tend to be mostly cannon fodder in the comics.

With Negative I see your point.

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