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Chapter 2- Chop Shop and Lucky's Bar
New York, Earth-199999
100 cars are stolen a day in New York. Most are brought to chop shops and taken apart in 30 minutes. Parts are untraceable, sold to repair shops everywhere. It's a dirty business run by scum. Carjackers are among the worst.
A woman had been ripped out of her red convertible the last night and shot dead. So chop shops were in the mind of Frank Castle, especially the one he had now arrived at.
Plates of the car that had almost run him down, he had traced here. And then thought to pay a visit.
A man was working on a car on the entrance. Suddenly, a car rammed into it, making it run over the worker.
Frank stepped out of the car, brandishing his shotgun.
"Carjackers and chop shops go together like cops and donuts", he commented to himself.
Two thugs arrived to fire at him but he shot one down and then rolled to avoid the other's shots before shooting him too. A third one threw a bat at him. Frank dodged and picked it up before smashing it on the top of the man's neck, shattering his wind pipe and lower jaw and splattering blood all over the bat. The man fell down, dead.
Frank threw the bat away and shot a thug on the kneecap.
"Who runs this place?" Frank roared as he kicked him on the face, breaking his nose.
"Fuck off and die asshole!" the man said as he held his nose.
Frank shot him on the other kneecap and he yelled in pain.
"You son of a-"
Frank grabbed him by the hair and slammed him to the floor.
"Carlo Duka!" he cried out, "It's Carlo Duka!"
Frank then shot him on the head, killing him and splattering blood.
The name rang a bell in Frank's head. After some thinking, he remembered. Carlo Duka was a Gnucci lieutenant. But then what the hell was he doing here?
Frank pressed a button, causing the shutter in front of him to open up.
He saw a thug working under a car which he had lifted with a jack.
"Hey!" he said, not knowing who he was talking to, "Give me that wrench."
Frank kicked the jack away, making the car fall on top of the thug, killing him.
He then put the shotgun inside and took out his pistols, shooting them around and killing thugs. The remaining one surrendered.
Putting the guns inside, Frank grabbed him and started shoving his face to the grindstone, "What are you shipping out of here?"
"Just cars!" the man begged as his face was within inches of the grindstone, "Okay! I just chop the cars. They do something to the parts in back! Please, let me go!"
Frank shoved him into the grindstone and he screamed as his face was slowly shredded into bits and pieces. Blood and the pieces of his face sprayed everywhere as his headless body fell down.
"Good worker", Frank quipped, "Kept his nose to the grindstone."
As he looked around, he then saw a man cowering near a truck.
"What are you doing here?" Frank asked.
"No! Please!" the man begged, "I'm just here to pick up a shipment!"
"I knew something was goin' on, but they don't tell me", the man said, "There's stuff in the back. Take it and let me go!"
Frank went to the back of the truck and saw some flashbang grenades. He picked them up and put them in his pocket. The driver was new to the world of crime so he could actually be saved.
"Hey!" Frank said to him, "Get out of here! If I see you in any chop shop again, you're getting a bullet."
The man quickly got up and bolted.
Frank then went through a few doors before seeing a thug whose back was turned to him. He sneaked up on him and tapped his shoulder. As the thug turned around, Frank punched him on the face, breaking his nose. The thug yelled in pain, only to be shot dead by Frank's pistol.
He then walked through another door and climbed up the stairs before going through another. The doors were sound proof because of all the noise made during the process of breaking apart cars. And that was exactly what he needed.
The thugs inside didn't even have a chance to pick up their weapons as Frank shot them all dead with his twin pistols.
He then walked through another door and then on a ledge. This was a big shop. With plenty of targets. And plenty of bullets.
He then climbed down via ladder. There, he kept his guns inside and brandished his knives. There were three thugs standing near two cars.
Frank grabbed one of them and sliced his throat. He then stabbed the other one in the back of the neck and the blade protruded from the front. Frank yanked it out and kicked the last one on the back. As he staggered and turned around, Frank stabbed him in the abdomen and the side of the neck before throwing him off, yanking the knives out in the process.
He then ducked to avoid another gunshot and turned around to see two thugs. As one rushed him while firing, Frank rolled to avoid and getting up, stabbed him in both sides of his head. The other one tried to fire but Frank had the dead thug in his way.
As he got close, he threw him off and stabbed the thug in the stomach. As he kneeled due to the pain, Frank stabbed him in the back, killing him. He then ripped out the knives and continued on his way.
He needed to find out what was going on. Carjacking was too small for Gnuccis. There was something else.
He opened another door and was in a hallway. He went through it. Two thugs were walking from there, their backs to him. Frank took out the knives and threw them. The knives hit them in the back, making them kneel as Frank then walked closer and ripped them out. He then sliced their throats and continued walking.
He then walked up some stairs and threw the knife at another thug who was about to fire at him. As the thug staggered back, Frank kicked the knife, embedding it deeper into person's abdomen. The man cried out in pain as Frank yanked the knife out hard, killing him.
He then walked through a door. A thug aimed at him but received a pellet to kneecap. As he fell down, Frank executed him with a headshot, splattering blood on the barrel.
He then walked through another door and saw a thug. Dodging a shot, he brandished his knives. He stabbed the thug in the chest before giving a slice to his face, killing him.
He then rolled away to avoid some gunshots from above. He looked up to see 5 thugs firing at him from a ledge. Frank threw a flashbang grenade. It exploded near them, blinding them all.
Frank took out a Colt Diamondback and shot them all dead. Putting it back inside, he walked up the stairs and on the ledge before walking through another door, finding himself in another hallway.
One thug arrived and tried to fire but Frank rolled behind him and grabbed him in a chokehold with the shotgun, choking him to death.
He then put it back inside and kicked another door open. A middle aged bald man sat there, wearing glasses. Carlo Duka!
He got up in a panic, "But-but-but-"
"Add a noun and a verb, Duka", Frank quipped, "And you've got a sentence."
Duka tried to reach a pistol on the table but Frank fired near his hand, making him retract it in fear as he backed away.
"Be my guest", Frank dared him to try again.
"The Gnuccis, Carlo", Frank said as he walked closer, "Why are they here? What's the connection?"
"Please!" he begged, "I just take orders from Bobby Gnucci. I don't know anything."
"Let's talk outside", Frank said, "It's getting kind of….close in here."
"No! Please!"
Frank just opened the door to the ledge behind him and kicked him there. He then hung him upside down just above a car compactor.
"Tell me about you and the Gnuccis, Duka", Frank commanded.
"I was just dropping Bobby's name", he lied, "I know nothing about him."
As Frank started loosening his grip, he got scared and confessed, "Bobby's my boss. He collects the money and gives me my take!"
Having heard what he needed, Frank threw him down. He fell on the ground. As he groaned, the car compactor started.
"Huh!" he said as it started closing on him from both sides. Before he could react, the car compactor crushed him from both sides and painful screams were heard as it crushed his bones. It parted, revealing both sides coated with blood. There was a bloody smear in the center where Duka had been.
A car was hanging there via crane. Frank looked down to see two thugs rushing towards the ledge. Frank pulled the lever and the car fell down, crushing them both.
Frank then walked down the ledge and out of the chop shop. Duka was just a pawn. But shooting up this place would put a huge dent in the Gnuccis' finances. Piss Ma off to no end. All in all, a good night.
Frank then got into his car and drove away.
Next day, Lucky's Bar, New York, Earth-199999
Detective Martin Soap sat in the bar. He was not feeling well. Because this was his favorite bar and right now, Bobby Gnucci was holding court in it. He was one cop and the Gnuccis were powerful people, so he couldn't do a thing.
Getting up, he walked towards the bathroom, trying to not look at Bobby's thugs. He went into the bathroom and decided to stay there.
That moment, the door opened and Frank Castle entered.
Before the thugs could do a thing, Frank roared and fired his assault rifle around, killing them all and turning the bar into a bloody mess. One of the bullets hit Bobby in the chest and he staggered back before taking cover.
Frank realized he was wearing Kevlar under his suit for protection.
He then got up and fired with his own rifle which Frank rolled around to avoid. He then fired off some shots which Bobby ducked to avoid.
Frank shot through the couch but Bobby narrowly avoided.
As he got up, Frank fired again but he rolled away to avoid and managed to get Frank on the abdomen. Due to the vest, Frank managed to avoid any fatal damage.
Before he could fire again, Frank fired, getting him on the shoulder. As he staggered back, Frank rushed him and smacked him with the gun before kicking him away. Bobby blocked a punch and hit Frank in the abdomen. Frank grunted before slamming his foot on Bobby's.
As Bobby staggered back, Frank shot him on the face multiple times with the rifle making him fall down in a pool of his own blood as his face was riddled with bullets and blood and was now unrecognizable.
"So much for Bobby", Frank said as he walked out, "Now for Ma."
As Frank walked out, Detective Soap came out of the bathroom. Looking around at the carnage, he said, "Damn it, Castle! This was my favorite bar!"
Poor Detective Soap. His favorite bar became Castle's playground.
The story will soon move towards the Slade/Joe plotline too. Don't worry. I hope you're liking how it's slowly moving towards that though. I promise it won't be that slow.
And there will be some cameos by characters from both the franchises.
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