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He fired once. Vaccaro’s body jerked backward, over the parapet, and fell without a sound into the rain.

He didn’t announce himself. No speech. No warning. The first round punched through Volkov’s throat. The second took the knee of the Russian beside him. As the man fell, screaming, Frank transitioned to the two Vaccaro bodyguards—three shots, two hearts, one head. The third Russian reached for his waistband. Frank’s fourth round went through his hand, then his hip.

Vaccaro stood frozen, his silk tie fluttering in the wet wind. The steel briefcase lay open at his feet—bundles of cash and a flash drive. The Punisher - Part 2

The roof access door was wired. Frank bypassed it with a magnetic shunt he’d built himself—old habits from Valley Forge. He pushed the door open a crack.

And the work was never done.

It took four seconds. Five men down. Four dead. One dying.

Frank walked toward him slowly, the EBR now slung across his back. He drew a .45 from his thigh holster. He fired once

He turned and walked back toward the stairwell, stepping over the body of the young sentry he’d left unconscious.

He raised the .45.