The Punisher, Issue #10 begins with the head of Condor and Olaf standing in front of a container ship in Condor Headquarters in Newfoundland, Canada. They have produced enough EMC to fuel an entire army. "If you thought that EMC caused chaos on the streets," the head says, "wait until it hits the battlefields!" Even Olaf is a little nonplussed, saying, "I'm a soldier, not some two-bit drug dealer." Face is near death, whacked out of his gourd on EMC, but Agent Ortiz of the D.E.A. is struggling to get enough information out of him so that she can stop them. The Punisher, of course, has other plans.
The Punisher is the type of art that's why I read comics. It's laughingly brutal, disgustingly violent. I know the whole flying-bear-trap-on-a-chain is so 1970s Shaw Brothers, but you actually get to see the heads torn in half, the arms ripped off, the facial skin bubbling as it's being held to the hot carburetor. It's disturbingly not for kids, especially this issue.
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