O Justiceiro Serie | Deluxe |

"Don't," Rizzo whimpered, cigarette falling from his lips. "Don't. I got money. I got—"

Frank Castle knelt in the crawlspace of an abandoned tenement on 43rd. His knees ached against the shattered concrete, but he didn’t move. Through a crack in the brickwork, he watched the back door of The Silver Rail —a dive bar that served as a unofficial clearinghouse for human filth. o justiceiro serie

By the time the third man fired a panicked burst into the darkness, Frank was already behind him. The suppressor coughed twice. Chest. Head. "Don't," Rizzo whimpered, cigarette falling from his lips

"You got three girls," Frank whispered. His voice was gravel and low voltage. "Mariana. Lei. Sophia. Where are they?" " Rizzo whimpered