143. Bullseye’s Special Mission.

143. Bullseye’s Special Mission.

Outside of Hammerfall, the scenery was chaotic and confusing.

The Eye Candy Nightclub had an unusual guest today. Clouds obscured the full moon, and the stars had vanished from the sky. In this eerie atmosphere, an elderly man in a trench coat and fedora approached in the darkness.

He was once a mercenary employed by the Kingpin, having battled numerous superheroes. Forty-five years had passed, but his skills hadn't dulled. Now, he was a marshal under Red Skull and a feared executioner across the wasteland.

He was Bullseye.

Following Old Barton's trail, Bullseye arrived at the Orb's Nightclub. Staring at the building before him, Bullseye's lips trembled slightly, and his single eye felt dry. He exhaled a long breath, calming his rapid heartbeat.

He had had enough!

He was a warrior, one who yearned to challenge the strong.

He was tired of decades of mediocrity, of assisting Red Skull with trivial matters, and of a world without superheroes.

Years had passed with no superheroes rising to challenge evil. No one had lifted Thor's hammer to declare war on wickedness. Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman hadn't emerged from the time stream, and the offspring of superheroes had become less than stray dogs. His rampant actions went unchallenged. All he got was emptiness after his frenzy.

But!

It was all about to end.

After observing Hawkeye's elimination of the Clone Man, Bullseye's heart began to burn with excitement. Finally, a superhero had emerged, someone who could let him relive the past. This was a crucial moment for Bullseye, the most important battle of his life.

Slowly approaching the door of the Orb's Nightclub, Bullseye could clearly hear the music and laughter inside. He believed that the Orb Man would tell him Hawkeye's whereabouts. Pushing open the door, the noisy music and blinding lights made Bullseye smile involuntarily.

"Magic, huh?"

Bullseye played with a coin he found on a table, feeling a tinge of curiosity.

Under Red Skull's rule, magic shouldn't exist. Even those who practiced dark magic hid in remote areas, not daring to act so boldly near the city. Bullseye's steps moved, surveying the blood-soaked scene, his mind racing to reconstruct the murder.

"Empty eyes, vacant expressions, they were killed suddenly. The method was slashing, not shooting, indicating the attacker was fast, too fast for them to react. And the attacker's path was..."

Bullseye turned his head, following the blood trail to a table in the corner.

"That's the attacker's position."

Looking down, he saw a burly man torn in half. The upper body lay near the door, but the lower body was five meters away.

"The attacker is strong, stronger than I expected. This might not be the work of one person, but it's hard to say. Maybe they possess exceptional abilities."

The clues were more abundant than Bullseye had anticipated. The attacker seemed to have left the scene openly, perhaps believing the magic was enough to deal with anyone else, given the low foot traffic.

Pausing, Bullseye stood by a charred corpse.

Touching the surface lightly, he crushed some black material, bringing it to his nose. The pungent odor cleared his mind.

"High-voltage electricity... but not natural lightning, ruling out Mjolnir or magic. This seems more like... a technological product?"

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