The Punisher - Part 2 (BEST • PICK)

Frank Castle sat in the back of a stolen panel van, the smell of gun oil and copper thick in the enclosed space. Before him, a corkboard was plastered with photographs, red string, and newspaper clippings. At the center was a face: Orlando “The Tailor” Vaccaro.

The rain kept falling. It didn’t wash anything clean. But Frank Castle had stopped believing in clean a long time ago.

Frank ascended the service stairwell in full gear: the skull stark white against matte black body armor. His boots made no sound on the concrete. He carried a suppressed Mk 14 EBR—precision, not spray-and-pray. Tonight was surgical.

Frank nodded. “I know. You stitched the deal that let them walk. You took their money and hid their tracks. You’re not a killer, Vaccaro. You’re worse. You’re the thread.”