[b]Punisher[/b]
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The scene was quite aside from the chatter of thugs and moving of cars high above. A particularly muscular thug spoke to one of his co-workers as the rest worked on packing boxes of substance into cars behind them. [b]"So you hear about those Alchemax goons running around looking for Spiderman?"[/b] the large thug spoke with a voice equivalent to gravel in sound. "Is that what those people are? I saw one of 'em walking around and at first I thought the light was bad but then I saw the things cat face and bam! I took off running, never ran that fast in my life." He exclaimed to his companion's minimal reaction "sure, they got their abilities and what not but bullets don't care if you can lift a car with your mind" the large thug smiled as he took out a pistol from its holster and examined it with glee.

As the two criminals continued to speak, a new scene began to  unfolded behind them as their co-workers began to fall to the ground, riddled with bullet holes from a silent source. It wasn't until they heard the rapid footsteps approaching them did they turn around but by then the large thug was getting a fistful of synth-Vibranium to the cheek. The force of the blow knocked the criminal to the side, dazing him long enough for the attacker disarm him, take his gun and fire it through his stomach three times. The large man went down but his co-worker had finally drawn his gun through frightened hands but could only get his finger on the trigger by the time a bullet from the attacker's gun tore through the man's skull.

Now with the scene once more silent, the attacker walked out to one of the men who had been shot in a not fatal spot and, by his shirt, hoisted him to his feet. "Listen here and listen good. Your going to tell your boss, whoever that may be, to stop with the trafficking or this will become a regular thing. Got that?" the attacker said but didn't bother to let the man answer as he immediately took out his other hand's knuckle duster from his belt and smacked it across the man's face, making him begin to drift in unconsciousness. "Wh- wh- who are-" was all the man could say as he drifted to sleep once more "John Brooks. But you can call me Pumisher." he said as he patched the man up so his message would get across and got into one of the nearby cars, driving away into the night.