Beast Taming: Abyssal Descent-Chapter 282 - 263-2

Many cannot be used, and there is even a risk of self-destruction. Even Frank does not dare to guarantee that these powerful and terrifying arms won’t affect him.

Therefore, although he is somewhat tempted, he hasn’t touched them for now.

When the time comes to get specific intelligence from Grey Wolf, he’ll reconsider these items.

What level of terror would a war expert, carrying an arsenal on his back, reach?

Frank Castle answered that question for the curious onlookers.

Poor means precision sniping; rich means artillery bombardment!

The unlucky gang has the fortune of becoming Frank’s demonstration of his abilities.

Midnight.

Frank donned a tight black outfit, emblazoned with a large skull.

With a cigar in his mouth, he reached back into his space backpack, pulled out an RPG, and without hesitation, fired it at the gang’s villa stationed dozens of meters away.

"Whoosh..."

With a long screech, the missile roared as it launched.

A "boom" explosion, brilliant firelight, illuminated the night sky and sounded Death God’s music.

Right hand removed RPGs, aimed and fired, stance like a pillar, unaffected by recoil in the slightest.

Left hand inserted RPGs, slipped the used tube into the space backpack.

One man single-handedly unleashed a bombardment fit for a squad.

The entire gangster villa was turned into a smoldering wasteland by explosions and fire.

Most of the gang members inside weren’t entirely wiped out, but most were killed in the blasts.

Only a very few managed to survive by diving into pre-prepared shelter defenses at a crucial moment.

But the collapsed villa still posed enormous trouble for them.

Hit by falling building materials, making heads bleed, and all sorts of scratches, were naturally unavoidable.

After using thirty RPG rounds, Frank stopped the bombardment. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Firing thirty in a row, even for him, was taxing on the body, with his right arm and shoulder feeling sore.

But he didn’t care, with his iron will, this slight soreness was nothing.

Removing the cigar from his mouth with his left hand, exhaling deeply, Frank took out sunglasses from his space backpack.

As soon as he put them on, various data appeared on the lenses.

"Little Idiot, switch to life exploration mode."

Such high technology made Frank’s killing spree simpler and more convenient.

The lenses flashed a red screen, showing all the life forms in the villa ruins before him.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of black technology is truly convenient."

After another puff of his cigar, Frank pulled a golden glowing Desert Eagle from his space backpack!

Desert Eagle (Silver): Tier Three Modified Firearms, Additional Attributes: Energy Attack; Additional Skills: Energy Core (Tier Three Energy Crystal Core, remaining energy 99%), Energy Bullet, Energy Explosion Bomb

Grey Wolf got these schematics from the academy’s database, made slight modifications, transforming it from a live firearm into an energy weapon.

The original quality was only blue, but after modification, it was elevated a notch.

Its power is quite impressive, just keep firing, and it can break through the Energy Shield deployed by a Tier Four Beastmaster!

Frank has already tested all the weapons in his space backpack.

He especially loves this Desert Eagle.

As long as the energy core is not exhausted, energy bullets can be fired continuously, truly unlimited ammo!

However, in energy explosion mode, the energy core depletes much faster, with each 1% energy only supplying one bullet.

And each Energy Explosion Bomb covers a fifty-meter range, generating an energy shock while releasing high heat, making its destructive power immense.

With the lenses on, Frank entered the villa ruins, occasionally firing energy bullets from his modified Desert Eagle.

Piercing through the building materials in the ruins, hitting the buried gang members precisely.

Every shot, every bullet, was aimed for the head, leaving no gang member able to escape this inevitable kill shot.

"Little Idiot, list the death count."

Watching the life signals in the ruined villa vanish on the lenses, Frank said softly.

The next moment, a list of gang members appeared on the lenses.

Among the top names on this list, five were marked in red with an "X".

This indicated they had been taken out.

"A villa stronghold, five main targets killed, not bad, but gotta speed up the cleanup now."

Exhaling smoke rings, Frank took out a flying skateboard from his space backpack.

Yes, the same one Johnny Blaze used to descend from the sky.

In Yanhuang City, this is considered a decent transportation tool, so Grey Wolf made a lot of them.

"Little Idiot, navigate for me, and handle the flying controls."

In just half a day, Frank wasn’t yet able to fully control all the black market technology from the arsenal.

At the very least, he wasn’t proficient with the flying skateboard, hence he needed Little Idiot’s help with its operation.

Half-crouched on the flying skateboard, Frank tried to maintain balance himself and then, with Little Idiot’s control, he flew into the sky.

With flying tools, a personal arsenal, various black market technology aids, being a war expert himself, and support behind him to handle the aftermath.

Frank went on a killing spree that night!

Not a single gang member could pose even the slightest trouble to him.

A medium-sized gang in New York City, officially numbering over five hundred members, was devastated overnight.

None of the official members escaped; all were eliminated by Frank.

Such a feat not only shocked the New York underground but startled many factions as well.

Then, some factions that discovered Frank’s information promptly added him to lists of individuals not to provoke easily.

Meanwhile, the Hydra higher-ups hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D. all had their eyes light up, wanting to see if they could recruit him.

Such talent!

No organization wouldn’t want this kind of talent.

The most regretful was the military, especially Frank’s direct superior.

But since he retired, although still hanging onto an instructor position, it wasn’t very significant.

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S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Nick Fury had a very grim expression, his phone call filled with endless expletives like "motherf*cker" spewing out nonstop.

This was the fifth call he’d received, all asking accountability.

After all, the destruction of a medium-sized gang involved no small amount of entangled interests.

The only thing that comforted Nick Fury was the several billion dollars that had been credited to his private account again.

Cleaning up means cleaning thoroughly, right?

The immovable gang businesses left behind are difficult to handle, as they are black-market-related, and S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot take over.

But the funds in the gang accounts, hidden treasures, and such are indeed nice things to haul away, aren’t they?

So, while Frank went on a killing spree upfront, Nick Fury’s men were busy collecting at the back.

Gang bank accounts, gang leaders’ private accounts, safes, warehouse materials, everything movable ended up in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hands.

This is why so many bigwigs called him, cursing him fiercely.

No choice, Black Braised Egg didn’t just take the meat; he even drank up the soup, leaving only a few bones (black industries).

These callers were significant figures with status and background, naturally unwilling to accept black-market industries.

Nick Fury: I took the scolding, but I raked in the big haul!