Your Homicidal ex-Marine Vigilante

Mojo watched on the screen how Frank Castle, the vigilante also known as the Punisher for his brutal and permanent means of dealing with criminals (He had always caused good ratings among the more ****-loving of Mojo’s viewers), laid upon the roof of a derelict apartment house in Brooklyn.

“Ah, that old psycho is probably laying around waiting for another bunch of second-class criminals to dispose off. There’s one boy who needs to work away some frustrations. Boys, let’s get this show on the road!”

Castle remained silent as he observed the open ground beneath him, a small-scale ****-dealer had tipped him that a major buy was going down tonight, and that small square of concrete in the run-down parts of Brooklyn was where it was going to take place.

Castle thanked the ****-dealer for the tip by only blowing one of his kneecaps away.

Suddenly, two cars appeared, stopping at opposite sides of the square. Out of each car stepped four men, one man in each group carried a briefcase. Without really feeling anything at all, Castle released the safety on his infrared-scoped M16 **** rifle and prepared to open fire.

“Bah, this we have all seen before!” Mojo shouted out in disappointment, as the screen showed how Castle opened fire once all eight criminals were in the middle of the square. “Right, so have we got any other hero nearby?” He asked his staff.

One of them pointed to a screen.

“Yes, that will do nicely. Not bad for a filthy worm.” Mojo said in appreciation to the one who had raised his attentions.

A few minutes later, Punisher was on the move through a back-alley, having grabbed the money and **** of the now violently deceased criminals. His trademark skull-painted combat vest was hidden under a short black coat, while the M16 was back in the sports-bag.

“So, you’re out on a killing streak again?” A voice asked out from behind.

Dropping the bags and un-holstering a pistol, Punisher swung round to find himself face to face with…