Russell controlled the force of his right foot, careful not to accidentally crush the Punisher to death.
If he had wanted to kill the Punisher immediately, he could have done so in one go when he rushed out of the emergency exit, instead of toying with him like a villain.
"Stop struggling, you won't have a chance."
Russell controlled the symbiote, revealing half of his face, and slowly spoke to the Punisher beneath his foot.
Although there was no chance of leaving alive, the Punisher still had no intention of accepting his fate.
He drew the only weapon on him, gripping a dagger in his right hand, and fiercely thrust it towards Russell's right foot.
However, just as he raised his hand, several black tendrils surged from Russell's right foot and directly bound his right hand.
Crack!
The black tendrils wrapped around the Punisher's right hand like a python tightened slightly, and the crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
His arm was snapped clean off, and immense pain instantly surged through his entire body.
Even so, the Punisher gritted his teeth and didn't let out a cry for mercy.
"Don't worry, your suffering will end soon."
Ignoring the Punisher's murderous gaze, Russell sent out several black tendrils from his body and began to possess the Punisher.
Unlike Sloan, the Punisher had no supernatural abilities.
He was skilled in various special operations tactics, both individual and team-based, proficient with all kinds of firearms, and also mastered multiple skills such as combat, shooting, underwater operations, interrogation, and intelligence gathering.
From an anti-hero perspective, the Punisher wasn't particularly strong.
But from a soldier's perspective, he was a versatile hexagonal soldier.
If he had the chance to be injected with the Super Soldier Serum used by Captain America, he would essentially be a dark version of Captain America.
Although the symbiote couldn't completely replicate the Punisher's abilities, especially the knowledge in his mind.
But that wasn't important.
What Russell wanted now were just the combat skills the Punisher had acquired through rigorous training in the Marine Corps.
Human memory can be divided into two types.
One is declarative memory, such as factual information like names, times, events, and words.
Declarative memory cannot be replicated by the symbiote, no matter how long it possesses someone.
Because this type of memory has nothing to do with physical skills; it's just pure information.
But the second type of memory, procedural memory, is different.
Although procedural memory also exists in the brain, it is directly reflected in the body's instinctive reactions.
For example, brushing teeth, washing face, driving, using a computer, shooting, fighting, and so on.
The Punisher had a lot of procedural memory in his brain, and what Russell needed was the part related to combat.
As for the rest, he didn't need them.
The reason he could replicate the Curved Bullet technique from Sloan was that he copied the part of Sloan's procedural memory related to the body's instinctive reactions for that technique.
The Punisher didn't know what Russell was going to do to him, but he instinctively felt it wouldn't be a good thing.
However, in his current state, he had no power to resist at all.
The black tendril-like symbiote quickly possessed the Punisher, merging with his body.
As the symbiote possessed him, his injuries healed rapidly at a visible speed.
His right arm broken by the black tendrils, his right leg pierced by bullets, the fractured ribs in his chest – all his injuries were healed in just one or two seconds.
Not only that, but he also felt a powerful physical strength he had never experienced before.
The sudden surge in physical strength made him experience an indescribable feeling of pleasure.
When Sloan felt this feeling of pleasure, he was intoxicated for over ten seconds before regaining his senses.
The Punisher's performance was much better than Sloan's.
After only two or three seconds, he recovered from that extremely pleasurable feeling.
As soon as his senses returned, he tried to resist Russell.
The result...
He couldn't even move a single finger.
The symbiote possessing him seemed to have merged with him, but it remained entirely under Russell's control.
Let alone moving a finger, if Russell didn't allow it, he couldn't even breathe.
It only took about two or three minutes for Russell to replicate the desired combat abilities.
Although this didn't include skills like interrogation, tracking, intelligence analysis, or tactical planning, it was completely sufficient for Russell.
After replicating the desired combat abilities, Russell looked down at the Punisher.
"Farewell, Mr. Castle!"
Castle was the Punisher's surname; his full name was Frank Castle.
"I'll be waiting for you in hell!"
The Punisher spoke the last words of his life.
After he finished speaking, Russell controlled the symbiote within him, stopping his heart and giving him a 'decent' death by cardiac arrest.
Evil abilities, cruel methods!
I really do resemble a villain!
Russell muttered to himself inwardly.
After glancing at the Punisher, who had already gone to report to Mephisto, Russell dispelled his Venom form and checked the safe house.
After destroying all evidence that could point to him, such as the footage from the mini surveillance camera, he leisurely left the safe house.
He had originally planned to call a body disposal service to handle the Punisher's corpse, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
The dead Punisher wasn't worth him wasting a single gold coin.
Even if the Punisher's body was taken back by the New York police for an autopsy, they would only find that the cause of death was cardiac arrest.
Since that was the case, there was no need to deal with the Punisher's body.
He had already given him a 'decent' way to die just now.
After returning to the first floor, he picked up the bag he had discarded earlier, put the rifle back inside, and carried the bag out of the building.
Under the gaze of the unknown observer, he carried the bag back to his car, started the engine, and drove away.
The Continental Hotel.
After dealing with the Punisher, he went straight back to the hotel and handed the used pistol and rifle to the Sommelier for disposal.
Actually, even if he continued to use these guns later, it wouldn't be a big problem.
But it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Besides, with his current income, he could completely afford to use and discard them.
These weren't Tony Stark's high-tech Iron Man suits; they weren't worth much money.
After handing the guns to the Sommelier for disposal, just as he was considering whether to go back to the agency or have some fun at the hotel bar, his phone suddenly rang.
An unfamiliar number.
"Mr. Traveler, hello, I'm Jack from the Rising Tide organization, the one who contacted you yesterday."
An electronically disguised voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Get straight to the point. What did you find?"
"Well... we couldn't trace the source of the anonymous call. Also, they want to arrange a meeting with you."
Couldn't trace the source, and they want to meet? What was all this about?
"Explain it clearly," Russell said, slightly displeased.
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