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[You are looking for a dead end]

Night ,New York, Fisk Building.

Frank Custer took the elevator directly to the seventieth floor. After the elevator door opened, two men in black appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" The man in black pointed his pistol at Frank, asking coldly.

Frank swiftly grabbed the throats of both men, effortlessly breaking their necks with a quick twist of his powerful hands. The lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground.

Even though he anticipated his newfound strength, Frank still felt stunned when he realized he could snap necks with such ease. He was now certain that even without transforming, he could take down Kingpin.

Is this the power of the Demon Hunter?

Just as Frank was contemplating, a dozen more armed men in black stormed down the corridor, their guns aimed at him. "Kill him!" they shouted in unison.

"You've sealed your fate!" Frank roared back, his voice resonating heavily in the enclosed space.

He didn't know why those words came out. Since his resurrection, strange instincts seemed to surface in his mind.

The gangsters opened fire, filling the narrow aisle with a barrage of bullets. But Frank was no longer just a mortal. With Illidan's power, his skin had become as tough as steel. Bullets bounced off him harmlessly, incapable of piercing his resilient flesh.

Seeing their bullets useless against him, Frank charged forward, his powerful fists crushing through the nearest gangster's chest.

Fear gripped the remaining thugs as they watched their comrades fall. Some turned to flee, but Frank wasn't about to let them escape.

After dispatching a dozen foes, silence fell over the mansion's corridor, the only sound being the echo of their failed resistance.

"Kingpin, come out and face me!" Frank bellowed, brandishing his blades. "Face the Punisher!"

Moments later, a deep voice emerged from the shadows. "You're supposed to be dead. This is impossible."

"I did die," Frank replied, locking eyes with the imposing figure stepping forward, "but I didn't see you in hell."

Kingpin emerged, cane in hand, his expression darkening. "If that's the case, I'll send you back there!"

Before he could finish his threat, Kingpin swung his cane. A beam of intense laser shot towards Frank's chest, leaving a searing scar.

Kingpin's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're still alive? How?"

"You know nothing of true power, Wilson," Frank growled, charging towards him with his blades drawn.

Kingpin parried with his cane, which despite its innocuous appearance, proved sturdy and resilient. But Frank's newfound strength was more than a match for the gangster's muscles.

The clash of metal rang out as Frank's blades struck the cane. Although one blade shattered on impact, the force sent Kingpin stumbling backwards.

Undeterred, Frank hurled the remaining blade at Kingpin. Though he dodged, the blade grazed his ear, drawing blood.

Frank moved to press his advantage, but Kingpin swiftly unleashed a smoke bomb, engulfing Frank in a disorienting haze.

As the smoke cleared, two imposing robots flanked Kingpin. One was the same model that had subdued Frank earlier, though slightly modified.

Kingpin sneered. "You may have gained some supernatural power, but it won't save you. Doom's robots will destroy you!"

With that command, the robots unleashed fiery beams from their eyes, aimed directly at Frank.

Without flinching, Frank, now transformed into a demonic figure, effortlessly dispersed the beams with a wave of his hand.

Before Jin Bing could react, a chilling wind tore through the room. A massive black figure emerged, its jet-black wings blending into the night sky as it hovered outside the King's Building.

Frank's voice, now deep and filled with centuries-old rage, echoed through the air. "Look into the eyes of the Punisher."

Jin Bing's face paled. "Destroy him!" he ordered the robots.

The robots fired again, but Frank, in his demonic form, brushed aside their attacks with disdain.

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