A/N: Before you try to guess which version of The Punisher this is, don't bother. This is not any specific version of The Punisher, this is a composite version of the Classic 616 Punisher, Thomas Jane Punisher, and with a bit of Garth Ennis Max Punisher and his early 2000s limited 616 run along with a small dash of the animated version in The Spider-Man animated series. Basically this means this version of Punisher won't be a bit of a sociopath or psychopath who just kills criminals for the sake of killing but rather he kills to stop bad guys from inflicting pain and tragedy along with the fact that he really hates them and also trying to avenge his family from evil and injustice. He would also be empathetic, still has a heart and a soul along with a bit of mercy. It's like Frank Castle, a loving family man and an honorable soldier still exists very deep within The Punisher. Despite this, he would still be as violent and homicidal along with being a downright almost sadistic cold brutal killer that has a bit of cynicism. Now with that out of the way, enjoy.

The Punisher felt cold. Very cold. Almost like he's outside in a street. He can hear it. The sounds of car engines and wheels rolling on the road along with footsteps on a dry pavement. Wasn't he suppose to be in bed? Asleep? He was sure he was taking a good night's rest just earlier after having his daily dose of massacring pesky scumbags he had hunted yesterday.

'No. Something is not right.' The Punisher thought as he finally opened his eyes. Sitting up, The Punisher realized he's now currently in an alley for some reason. The Punisher considered the entire thing weird and got confused by it. How the hell did he get here? Has he been lying in this alley a long time?

Scowling at the unanswered questions popping up in his head, The Punisher picked himself up and dusted off his dark leather coat with his large gloved hand. He had realized he still got his dual heavy pistols with him, his trusty Desert Eagles with armor piercing rounds. He liked that. That means someone or something who messed with him today and put him here isn't trying to piss him off too much. However that doesn't mean he won't break a leg or two. Although if they are scum, that person or creature who brought him here better be ready to face a gruesome death.

Looking around, the alley is empty save for a Pontiac 1969 GTO parked right in the middle which is weird because that's his car. Not only that, he also sees the key sticking on the keyhole. He's convinced now. The person or creature who really brought him here is really probably doing this as some sort of prank or some sort of sick joke. No enemy of his would do this. Only someone like Deadpool, Mojo, or heck even Loki would do something like this. No matter, he'll find out who or what did this eventually.

Nonchalantly, The Punisher simply started walking to his car. However suddenly, three men started entering the alley and started walking towards him. The Punisher mentally takes note of their appearances. They looked different. There are some semblance of humanity but there is some animal or beastly traits on their faces. Probably beings with the infamous X gene. Not the weirdest things he saw but the most odd part are that these guys are walking around in a public place at night.

'Are they asking for trouble or they're very proud of being mutants? Either way, both are glorious acts of stupidity.'

"Hey foreigner! Hand us your wallet! Or we're gonna mess you up real good." One of them suddenly threatened. The most tallest and largest, which is probably the leader of this low level ruffians.

'Ah, so that's how it is. And they're speaking japanese. Interesting.'The Punisher mused internally as he looked at them with a cold emotionless stare.

"Did you hear what he said, foreigner?!" The second tallest of them shouted angrily when the man in a dark coat wearing a dark shirt with a menacing skull logo imprinted on it made no move or any reaction. Not a word or even a whisper coming out from him. He only stared at them with a cold emotionless expression.

"I think he's scared shitless, just look at him. Probably freezed or something." The shortest of the ruffians chuckled, "I love it. I'm gonna enjoy beating this guy up once we get the money!"

The Punisher had enough of this. These animals need to be put down permanently. In an instant, The Punisher pulled out his dual heavy pistols and simply shot them all in the head. They didn't even know what hit them till it was too late. Gunshots loudly echoed throughout and three smoking casings littered the ground with rough clinks.

Their heads were blown to bits from the armor piercing rounds. Pieces of their brains splattered across the air and then the ground. Desert Eagles after all are pretty powerful pistol that it's almost considered a mini cannon at this point. Those rounds weren't made for them. They were made for something that was more dangerous than these lowlevel mooks. Humming roughly to the point it almost sounded like a soft growl, The Punisher simply went on ahead, entering his car and started driving off into the night.

'A good night's work.'