Punisher: War Zone Page #5

...who was responsible for sending

my son to prison for the rest of his life.

- And how would you do that?

- I'd tell him when and where to find him.

What do you want from it?

I don't like him

and I want him taken care of.

No worries, my friend.

All right, lock and load. Lock and load.

- Let's knock him down.

- Get ready.

Here they are.

Oh, boy.

Take it easy, James.

He'll be here.

- You get it.

- F*** that, man. You get it.

I'll get it.

- What you looking for?

- I'm here to see the Jigsaw.

You're out of luck. No Jigsaw here.

I'm here for The Punisher party.

Who's the old man?

It's Cristu's father.

Old-country genocidal maniac.

Figured he'd stir up a sh*t storm

for us.

Cops will be all over this place

once the fireworks start.

I wouldn't worry about that.

I called in a explosives permit.

Construction crew.

Said we'd be blasting dynamite all night.

So...

...what's the plan?

I'm going in to get them.

You call that a plan?

It's all I need.

Well, I'm going in with you.

Never took the time to think about

where I was headed.

I'm far down that road.

You're not going there.

Thanks, Frank.

You know he's gonna take it out on me

when he wakes up.

If you don't hear gunfire

for longer than five minutes...

...the girls are not here,

set him loose.

Come on, get him. Go, go, go.

Quiet, fool.

It's time.

James, be careful.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Won't be replacing

that son of yours any time soon.

Blood in the urine.

Early indicator of kidney failure.

You should be seeing double

right about now.

That would be a torn meniscus.

- James.

- Gun.

Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Mom.

- Please, help us.

- Shut the f*** up.

Come on, Castle.

Don't be shy.

Throw down your gun.

- Die, you bastard.

- No.

James, that's no way

to punish The Punisher.

Nice shooter.

Catch.

Let's play a game, what do you say?

You got one round left in there.

You shoot one of these two.

I'll let the other one go free.

What do you say, Frank?

Who's it to be,

your fat friend right here?

Or that nice little piece

of jailbait over there?

Burn in hell.

Okay, then they both die.

Frank.

She's a kid.

Shoot me.

Okay, f*** it. Kill her first.

- No.

- Stop.

He's made a decision.

Not looking too good for you, fatso.

After three, Castle.

One.

Two.

You won't feel a thing, Micro.

Three.

God...

Frank.

Get out.

F*** you.

Let me put you out of my misery.

This is just the beginning.

You okay?

- Where's Castle?

- Still inside.

And Micro?

Frank.

Frank, are you okay?

You better get out of here.

Yeah. Come on, Frank,

I'll buy you a drink.

Wait.

Wait.

My husband...

...Nicky.

We talked about you.

Argued about you.

He said you were one of the good guys.

You know, buddy.

Maybe it's time to quit now, huh?

I mean, you must get tired of this, right?

And I think you got

all the criminals in town.

If there are any left...

...they ought to

at least consider rehabilitation.

I mean, contrary to popular belief,

people can change.

I guess what I'm saying is...

...I'm just personally

not a fan of the death penalty.

Frank?

Where did he go?

Hey.

Give me your f***ing wallet,

motherf***er.

You're kidding, right?

Do I look like I'm f***ing kidding?

Frank.

Give me your wallet.

- Frank.

- Do you wanna die?

For the last time, give me your wallet.

Oh, God.

Now I've got brain splattered all over me.

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