chsdbacks Chapter 229 Weapon Upgrade
Chapter 229 Weapon Upgrade
Chapter 229 Weapon Upgrade
Connors opened the "Explosion Channel," and at the other end of the channel, the "Punisher," smoking a cigar, frowned as he looked into the channel, then reached for his lower back.
Three grenades were thrown into the tunnel.
Then, "Punisher" picked up his modified M249 light machine gun from the ground, quickly checked the magazine, and cautiously stepped into "Explosive Passage".
On this side of the passage, Connors used a "little trick" to destroy the three grenades thrown by "The Punisher," and then waited for "The Punisher" to arrive.
Before "The Punisher" emerged from the booming tunnel was the muzzle of a light machine gun, followed by a muscular man wearing a black T-shirt with a white skull printed on his chest.
Upon seeing Connors and Gwen, the Punisher instinctively frowned; he didn't remember these two people ever existing in the world.
Meanwhile, the thunderous cheers from the stands reached the ears of "The Punisher," and the battle between "Zombie Spider-Man" and "Zombie Aunt May" on the arena reached a stalemate.
With just a quick glance around, "The Punisher" understood the situation. Without hesitation, he picked up his light machine gun and pulled the trigger.
Da da da—
The M249's high rate of fire and large magazine capacity made it the Punisher's weapon of choice when facing large numbers of enemies. He aimed his gun at the stands in all directions, and the sounds of gunfire and screams replaced the cheers, instantly turning the place into a hellish scene.
Normally, a person would need to prop the gun up on the ground and grip it with both hands, but the "Punisher," a modified light machine gun, obviously doesn't require that.
While the gun was firing bullets, "The Punisher" reached down to his lower back and took out several grenades, bit off the pins with his teeth, and threw them toward the stands.
"Damn it! It's the Punisher!"
"Didn't Killer Monkey promise he'd never find this place?! Why?!"
"I shouldn't have trusted that stupid monkey!"
"Where are the Avengers?! Where are they?! They promised to protect us!"
The spectators in the stands screamed in panic, and every now and then someone was hit by a series of bullets and fell from the stands onto the arena.
Click, click.
The Punisher ran out of bullets quickly. He threw away the light machine gun and switched to the M16 assault rifle he was carrying on his back. This weapon, also known for its high rate of fire, was a mid-to-long-range weapon. In the Punisher's hands, almost two shots would take a life.
There were about 500 spectators in the stands, but by this time, fewer than 200 had been killed or injured.
The sound of spent cartridges falling to the ground was crisp and clear amidst the gunfire.
This time, even after running out of bullets, "Punisher" did not discard the weapon, but instead replaced the empty magazine and continued firing.
Three minutes later, except for a few people who were close to the exit and escaped immediately, everyone in the stands lay in a sea of blood in Toyama.
Some of them were not quite dead; tormented by the pain, they couldn't help but groan.
These groans provided the "Punisher" with the perfect target, allowing him to run to the stands with his 1911 pistol and blow the heads off those who weren't quite dead.
After all these people were killed, "The Punisher" used the rope he carried with him to slide down from the stands to the arena.
"Wait! You can't kill him! He's just a friendly kid!"
"Zombie Aunt May" blocked "Zombie Spider-Man" behind her, screaming as she saw "The Punisher" point his pistol at them.
"You used to be human, but now you're just monsters. And my job is to clean up the monsters."
The Punisher stared expressionlessly at the Zombie Spider-Man and Zombie Aunt May, and without the slightest hesitation pulled the trigger. Bang! Bang!
Two shots to the head, and "The Punisher" continues to hold his pistol level, aiming the muzzle at Connors:
Who are you?
"Connors the Watcher, and Gwen the Spider."
"Never heard of it."
"That's right, you haven't heard of it. We're not from this world."
"This world has nothing to do with you."
This world is connected to me. "Mr. Fantastic" Reed developed a zombie virus to use against me. After the virus went out of control, this world happened to become my prison, used by "The Observer" Reed.
Seeing that Connors remained silent, "The Punisher" Frank Cassel was about to leave, as he was going to continue hunting down those "superheroes" and the dead.
"You seem to have run out of bullets?" Gwen said to "The Punisher," looking at the spent cartridge cases scattered on the ground.
Gwen could tell that "The Punisher" was just an ordinary person. In her opinion, this ordinary guy, who at most knew how to use some firearms, didn't seem to be able to go very far in this zombie world.
The Punisher looked at the graffiti on the surrounding walls, his gaze lingering on the "Killer Monkey" graffiti. He spoke:
"Out of bullets? Then use a knife. Knife broken? Then use your fists."
"As long as I live, the battle will not end."
Gwen wanted to continue persuading the Punisher, but Connors stopped her.
If Gwen continues speaking, the Punisher might immediately conclude that Gwen is also guilty.
"I think we can work together. I'll provide you with ammunition and mobility, and you'll be responsible for killing all the monsters and saving this world from the walking dead," Connors suggested.
His proposal was rejected without hesitation by the "Punisher":
"I don't know you, but that doesn't mean you're innocent—I can see that you seem to possess some special abilities, and like all 'superheroes,' you proclaim yourself a savior."
Connors interrupted him:
"No, what I mean is, I'll be your arms dealer in this apocalyptic world."
As he spoke, Connors used "Reality Distortion" to twist the scattered shell casings on the ground into the shape of complete, unfired bullets.
The Punisher stopped in his tracks, walked over to a bullet, bent down to pick it up, examined it repeatedly in his hand, loaded it into the magazine, and attempted to fire.
boom!
The bullet flew out without hindrance, making a small hole in the forehead of the "Killer Monkey" graffiti on the wall.
"What price do I need to pay?" "The Punisher" asked Connors.
"The price is killing everyone you deem guilty, including me." Connors's gaze met his without flinching.
"The Punisher".
"The Punisher" didn't speak. He quickly removed all his weapons and magazines, then picked up the M249 light machine gun he had previously discarded.
"I need to know the extent to which you are capable."
As he spoke, "The Punisher" discreetly placed his hand on his waist, where a high-explosive grenade was hidden.
If Connors shows any aggressive intent because he has disarmed him, "The Punisher" will not hesitate to detonate a grenade.
"If I were to modify them all one by one using 'Reality Warp,' it would be a bit too demanding for me," Connors suddenly realized a problem: he knew nothing about firearms, and the reason he used 'Reality Warp' to make bullets was because the bullet structure was relatively simple.
However, if the Punisher wanted to upgrade his weapon, he knew nothing about the various parts and had no idea where to begin.
As for creating weapons out of thin air, that would be even more difficult for Connors. He doesn't understand the structure of weapons and can only give the "Punisher" a shell at most.
"Wait a minute, I need to go study for a bit—" Connors said awkwardly, then pulled Gwen away and disappeared from the spot.