Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Send me to hell to see if you have the ability." Before the Punisher could finish his words, his bullets roared out and rushed towards the man in the shadow.

Looking at the bullets coming, the man in the shadow was not confused at all. As if he was predicting the future, he twisted his body a few times, and the bullets were passed by him one by one, and they all landed in the empty space. At the same time, his counterattack arrived. With a wave of his big hand, an unknown strip-shaped object drew a beautiful arc and instantly hit the punisher's gun-wielding wrist.

It was the Pen Punisher who covered his wrist and hid in the bunker again. Only then did he realize that the weapon that the opponent had just thrown at him to avoid him was actually a pen that could be seen everywhere, which made him solemn.

It seemed that his initial hunch was indeed correct. This unknown enemy was indeed the strongest enemy he had encountered so far.

"Who are you?" The Punisher asked the question again.

"You can call it Bullseye," Bullseye walked out of the shadows, pointed at the target on his forehead and said with a smile, "The Bullseye that hits the target."

"Bullseye" the punisher couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and said harshly: "It turns out he is also the scum of the gang."

It seems that the Punisher has also heard of Bullseye's name.

"Scum, are you talking about killing people?" Bullseye smiled, pointed at the hell-like miserable scene on the ground and said, "It seems like what you did is not much better."

"We are different," the Punisher sneered: "All the people I killed deserved to die."

"I don't think there is any difference," Bullseye said bloodthirstyly: "I have killed both good and bad people, and their whines can excite me."

The Punisher couldn't help but a cold light flashed in his eyes when he heard this: "Then do you want to hear your own whining voice?"

"Think about it," Bullseye also flashed fiercely: "As long as you can do it."

Bang Bang Bang Punisher struck first, leaping out of the bunker and firing a few shots in the air, directly targeting Bullseye's vitals.

"It seems that you still haven't learned the lesson." Bullseye shook his body again like a prophet, and the Punisher's bullet missed again: "You can't hear my whine with just a gun."

"Where's the knife?" The Punisher took advantage of Bullseye's shaking body, stepped forward, and slashed his waist with a backhand knife.

In fact, after knowing that the opponent was Bullseye, the Punisher knew that he had to get closer to the opponent, otherwise he would have no chance of winning. After all, long-range attacks are the opponent's strength. The opponent is a super killer who can kill people a hundred meters away with a toothpick.

Therefore, the purpose of those few shots he just fired was not to hit the opponent at all, but to give him a chance to get close to the bullseye.

Bang, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the Punisher's dagger was firmly blocked by Bullseye Kamijou's dagger.

"I have ideas for close combat," Bullseye smiled at the Punisher who was very close at hand: "In the past, it might have been a bit troublesome to be approached by a guy like you, but now listen to my heartbeat, you don't Not the slightest chance."

Heartbeat Punisher couldn't help but stare at the words, and at the same time, he couldn't help but notice the sound like a drum that entered the bullseye so close to him.

What is this? Just when the Punisher was wondering, he suddenly felt an unprecedented force coming from the hand holding the knife. Before he could react, the short knife in his hand was raised high, A big foot slowly enlarged in front of his naked eyes and landed heavily on his chest.

Boom, along the ground, the Punisher slid far away and hit a trash can on the roadside heavily. The trash can shattered instantly, and a large amount of garbage buried him.

"It seems you are the first to whine, Mr. Punisher," Bullseye mocked as he continued the Punisher's approach. At the same time, the drum-like heartbeat in his chest slowly subsided.

The adrenaline-fuelled state of Wanted World League of Assassins is one of Bullseye's benefits of joining Anthony's Rage Gang, and it is also the most satisfying benefit for him.

Bullseye was beating the Punisher on one side, and on the other side, at SHIELD's New York branch, Hill also received a report from his subordinates: "Sir, there is news from Mr. Frank."

“What Happened” For Hill, the lack of news from the Punisher’s side is the biggest good news. Now that there is news, it means that something is likely to happen on the Punisher's side.

"Bullseye of the Angry Gang is fighting with Mr. Frank," Hill's agent reported: "Mr. Frank's situation looks very bad, and the large force of the Angry Gang is heading there."

Sure enough, Hill's heart sank slightly when he heard this. It was actually Anthony, the most troublesome among the New York gangs, who did it. Hill couldn't help but have a bad premonition. So he quickly put aside this subordinate, picked up the communicator, and began to give orders to the emergency team that had been prepared: "Barton, Frank is in trouble now. The location of the incident has been sent to you, now you and your The team sets off immediately and must bring him back alive."

"clear."

"Go to hell!" On the other side, the Punisher, who was lying in the garbage, suddenly exploded when Bullseye approached him. A high-explosive grenade with delayed detonation was instantly thrown into Bullseye's eyes.

"It's just a dying struggle." Faced with the high-explosive grenade that was about to explode in front of him, Bullseye sneered and shot out with the toothpick in his mouth, punishing the high-explosive grenade instantly. In front of the attacker, it exploded with a bang.

"Do you have any last words, Mr. Punisher?" Bullseye said calmly, looking at the Punisher who was struggling to get up after being hit by a high-explosive grenade in front of him, covered in blood.

"I will come back," the Punisher twitched the corner of his mouth, stared at the bullseye in front of him and said with a ferocious smile, "Climb back from hell."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back," Bullseye said with narrowed eyes.

Bang, Bullseye kicked with his foot, and a small rusty iron rod under his feet circled and flew towards the punisher's eyebrows. If there are no accidents, this iron rod will pierce the punisher's skull in a moment and take him to hell.

Is everything over? Looking at the small iron rod that kept enlarging in front of his eyes, the Punisher couldn't help but close his eyes.

In fact, if he really wanted to hide, he might not be able to dodge the iron rod that Bullseye kicked at will. But he could not escape the first grade of junior high school, but he could not escape the fifteenth grade. He had been severely injured, and he would not be able to escape Bullseye's pursuit. In that case, why should he waste his time?

Maria, I'm sorry that I couldn't help you get revenge. I'm really sorry.

Just when the Punisher closed his eyes and waited for death, and Bullseye was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, an arrow appeared between the two of them, nailing the iron rod that was spiraling towards the passenger's head into the Punisher's head. The ground in front of you.

"Who?" Several long sticks slipped from his sleeves and fell into his hands. Bullseye couldn't help but be on guard and asked in the direction of the bow and arrow.

"Eagle Eye, Level 7 Agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Logistics Support Agency." On an aircraft in the distance that was approaching to the side, Eagle Eye, who was carrying a quiver, said calmly.

"Are you an agent?" Bullseye's eyes flashed as he said, "This is the first time I've met an agent who announced his identity just after we met."

"You are different." Hawkeye looked at him deeply and said, "With your strength, you are qualified to know my name and identity. Moreover, I have always been kind to the dead. I don't want you to die without knowing how to kill." who are you."

"Kill Me" Bullseye's taste: "Many people have said this, but never been able to do it."

"That's because you haven't met me, Hawkeye."