While in flight, Castle touched base with his allies.

They all hit their designated targets and were successful in surviving and not being caught.

The armour was designed for stealth as well. Not detectable by radar. It was also cloaked, almost totally invisible to the naked eye.

He flew back to HQ un-noticed.

Soon, he was reunited with his partners.

He took off the helmet.

"Good work." He told them.

"Likewise, old boy." Alec Swan answered.

"There's one last target to hit." The Punisher said. "She's mine."

They all knew who he meant.

"But before I go, I have a proposition for all of you." Castle said.

Americop. Moon Knight. Night Thrasher. Solitaire. Firearm. Tarantula. Elektra. Black Widow. They all listened.

And they gave their answers.

TWO DAYS LATER

PALERMO, SICILY

The Fratelli estate was magnificent. Regal. Near the sea. And well protected.

Rose Fratelli was in her study.

Rose Fratelli born Rose Costa had already learned the news of Russo's demise. The extermination of his army and destruction of his organisation. She reinforced security.

That animal, The Punisher, could show up any minute.

That psychopath killed her family. Deliberately murdered Bruno and Francesco Costa. All because of some misunderstanding in Central Park.

Since, Rose Costa moved back to Sicily, changed her name and slowly begun her ascension to become the leader of the top criminal enterprise in all of Europe.

Her niece and nephew, Bruno and Francesca, were well versed in the art of assassination. Trained by the best, they were the reason there were never any witnesses to testify against her. Many judges, prosecutors and their families have also been eliminated.

But all that was threatened by that motherless sack of-

The house was soon shaken by explosions.

Her helicopter exploded.

Her marina exploded along with her boats.

The garage exploded.

Bruno and Francesca entered her study, panicked, pistols in hand:

"Aunt Rosa, we're being attacked." Bruno said.

"It's him, isn't it." Francesca said. "It's the Punisher!"

Then it was gunfire. Relentless automatic fire. Screams of agony. Vile cusses.

War.

Death.

Not one of Rosa Costa's enemies dared to attack her at her own home.

For endless minutes, the sounds of war pounded the three Costas.

Then the solid oak doors exploded into toothpicks.

And there he stood. Dressed in black. A white skull on his chest. A large automatic weapon in each hand. Covered in her henchmen's blood.

The Punisher.

She stood up defiantly.

"So..." She said. "You've come to finish what you started. The destruction of my family."

"Your family slaughtered mine. Without reason."

"Your family's death was an unfortunate accident! While you-"

His hard face-but, younger looking or were her eyes deceiving her-got even colder. As his voice.

"An unfortunate accident."

Bruno and Francesca rose her pistols. Before they could fire, they took bullets in their shoulders. And went down, injured.

"Sicily's Death Angels." The Punisher said. "No one has been able to convict you for the deaths of dozens of witnesses and law enforcement people you've murdered to build your empire. The police couldn't touch any of you."

He calmly walked towards the Costas.

"Thirty years ago, I could only watch as you people destroyed my life." The Punisher said. "I should let you know, I worked hard to return the favour."

Rosa Costa was confused: "What do you mean?"

"Your boy Russo...He got ambitious. He almost won. Among his victims, there was SHIELD. You know, the super-spy organisation. They got word of your involvement, your backing of Russo. They were very interested in avenging the hundreds of dead agents killed by Russo's gang. The European branches are currently dismantling your outfit. All of your operations, legal and illegal, are being trashed. All of your bribed cops and judges, being killed or exposed. As we speak."

Her phone began to ring. Along with many untraceable cell phones. He wasn't lying.

She was trembling with rage. "You...you..."

She grabbed a paper cutter and rushed Castle in a fit of insane anger. She crumbled, her knees shattered by bullets.

"I didn't travel all the way over here only to kill you." Castle said. "I want you to feel what it's like to have everything taken from you. To have life stop making sense because you crossed paths with the wrong people. To have everything you worked hard in getting destroyed on some bastard's whim."

He paused. "And to watch those you hold dear butchered before your eyes."

Rose screamed. "No. Please, nooo-"

And she watched her niece and nephew be strafed by automatic fire.

Rosa lost her mind with hate and grief. She screamed and sobbed. For a few minutes.

"Besides your hatred for me, and the pain of the loss." Castle said. "What you're feeling now is guilt. You brought them into your world. And now, those two young and beautiful people are cold meat. I squeezed the trigger, but you killed them by making them like you and your brothers."

Her pain was infinite. In a small moment of clarity, she realized he was right. They were full of promise and she made them into instruments of death.

"But, Rose Costa." Castle continued. "I will grant you one mercy that was denied to me that day in the park. I will give you a quick death. You won't spend decades in a cold, dark empty hell of grief and pain. "

And her head exploded.

The Punisher exhaled after killing The Last Of The Costas.

This battle was over.

Time to go home.