Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"You are Bullseye, and all this is your behavior." After the shock, Hawkeye could not help but sullenly said to the figure who had just stepped out of the shadows.

"How about surprise or surprise?" Bullseye grinned and played with the taste.

"No," Hawkeye suddenly realized when he looked at the person in front of him. The person in front of him was indeed powerful, but he was just a killer. How could he have the ability to mobilize so many transformed people with special abilities: "Send these people It's not you who's here, it should be your boss Antony Stein, right?"

"What's the difference?" Bullseye said with a smile: "And instead of thinking about that problem, you should consider one thing now, which is how to die from my hands."

"It seemed like you were the one who escaped death last time, right?" Hawkeye taunted as he stared at the opponent with tensed nerves.

Bullseye couldn't help but flash a fierce look in his eyes when he heard this, sneered, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that you are very proud of your participation in besieging me last time."

"No, I'm sorry," Hawkeye said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry that I didn't add a few more arrows to kill you."

"Hehehe" Bullseye laughed sinisterly a few times, stretched his muscles slightly and said fiercely: "Originally I was planning to give you a decent way to die, but now I have changed my mind. I think that in our boss's laboratory We need strong experimental subjects like you.”

After Bullseye said that, without waiting for what Hawkeye said, his arms shook slightly. The two flying needles were similar to the ones used by Jiro, the acupuncture master, to save Aru in the food world. The acupuncture gun bounced from his wrist guard into his hands.

"Go to hell, Clinton Francis Patton." Bullseye roared, and the thin needles like cow hair drew various arcs like a long river of thin needles and rushed directly towards Hawkeye at a fast speed. It didn't even give Hawkeye a chance to fire a second arrow, so he just drowned him and turned him into a hedgehog.

Bullseye casually shot the arrow fired by Hawkeye. Bullseye turned on the heat insulation function of the combat suit. Facing the fire caused by the explosion of Hawkeye's exploding arrow, he walked towards Hawkeye, who had fallen to the ground.

Lowering his head to detect the other person's breath and related physiological characteristics, Bullseye stood up with a smile and said: "It's really troublesome. I planned to let you enter Esquire's laboratory alive, but it seems that I can only let you and Entered dead with the Punisher for company.”

Using a special magnet to retract all the flying needles on his body, the emaciated Bullseye picked up the corpse of Hawkeye and came to a shadowed corner in a few steps. There is a car in the corner with several corpses in the car, including the Punisher Frank Custer.

"Boss, traces of Nick Fury have been found," Gin reported to Anthony, who was admiring his masterpiece on a high-rise building.

"Oh," Anthony couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this: "Such a big shot has come to New York, and we don't even know about it. It seems that our intelligence capabilities are going to be strengthened."

"Okay boss," Dick, who was also standing next to him, quickly stepped forward and said, "I will increase my investment in this aspect tomorrow."

"Why don't you take this opportunity to deal with this guy," Gin interjected expressionlessly.

"It's not necessary," Anthony said calmly, "He still has some uses. If he dies, I'm afraid Hydra will really take complete control of SHIELD. This will be detrimental to my future control of Hydra. What's more, This guy has as many substitutes as Kingpin. If he survives, he may cause us more trouble than we imagine."

"Understood," Gin nodded.

"Boss," Dick, who had just received a call, went forward again to report: "People from the police station will be here soon, and it seems that someone has also mobilized the New York State National Guard."

"It seems that some of the top executives of SHIELD have escaped from our signal shielding range." Anthony glanced at the burning building with constant explosions again, and walked towards the helicopter parked on the top floor of the building: "Then This building is an eyesore, blow it up.”

"clear"

The helicopter flew high and flew towards Caesar's Palace. At this moment, a violent explosion sounded, and the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York branch fell to the ground and shattered into ruins.

"Who is it?" The one-eyed director who had fled to a safe area looked fiercely at the SHIELD branch in the distance that fell to the ground as if it had been blasted.

"Director," Hill arranged all the relevant matters and quickly came to the one-eyed director to wait for his orders.

"What are our losses?" the one-eyed director asked coldly.

"The losses were serious," Hill's face was equally ugly: "Fewer than 20 people from the New York branch escaped alive, and the same was true for our headquarters. In addition, there is no news about Barton, but we don't know that he is entangled in something. Still staying”

"Bastard" the one-eyed director gritted his teeth after hearing the news. After a moment of silence, he began to ask another question he was more concerned about: "What about Frank?"

"Sorry, Director," Hill couldn't help lowering his head after hearing this and replied: "Due to the rush of evacuation, I only had time to dispatch a small team to transfer the wounded and the prisoners we held in the New York branch, and the members of this team also On the missing list."

"Shit" The one-eyed director couldn't find any other words to describe his mood except cursing. What a shame. This is the first time he has suffered such a big loss on American soil since he became the head of an intelligence agency.

Is this still the United States he knows? Is this still the S.H.I.E.L.D. he leads? You know, when he was the director of the CIA, he never suffered such heavy losses while performing foreign missions, let alone in his own country. Inside.

"Hill, use all your connections to investigate." After venting, the one-eyed director said fiercely: "The other party has used so many people and weapons, it is absolutely impossible not to leave any clues. You must investigate the matter for me. Clearly, I must make them regret their actions today and regret offending our Homeland Defense Strategy and Logistics Support Agency."

"clear"

"Boss," in Anthony's office at Caesar's Palace, anyone could open the door and come in when they saw Anthony, and Bullseye hurriedly greeted him.

"Well," Anthony nodded, handed the trench coat, hat, cane, etc. to the subordinates on the side and began to ask: "How did things go?"

"The target has been killed, and all the bodies have been transported to Esquire's laboratory and received by Mr. Crown." Bullseye responded.

"Well," Anthony took the red wine that Gin poured for himself, took a sip, then sat on his office chair and continued to ask, "Did you find anything valuable?"

"Sorry, boss," Bullseye, who had sneaked in early, replied: "The other side was very alert. They seemed to have started destroying and transferring information and items as soon as the battle started. I just brought back a few corpses to divert their attention and let them go. Some of the prisoners they imprisoned. Oh, by the way, there was also a living sample of their modified human that I brought back with a freezing device."

"The harvest is good," Anthony said with a smile. In fact, Anthony was very satisfied with this result. After all, Anthony did not expect that their opponent would be Nick Fury, an old fox.

"Fashion, since the person has been entrusted to you, you have to make good use of him," Anthony turned to Dr. Fashion and said: "The name Punisher is very exciting, and there are many things that are not convenient for us to do. You can let him do anything."

"What do you mean, boss?" Dick on the side couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"Although the pond in New York City is big, if there are too many idle fish, it will always dry up. If some gangs are not cleaned up, we will not be able to develop outwards, right?" Anthony sipped the cup lightly The red wine said.

"Understood," Dick instantly understood what Anthony meant.

If Anthony personally takes action to clean up the gangs in New York City for the sake of development, it may cause groups to attack. Although the angry gang may not be afraid of them with their current strength, they will definitely suffer corresponding losses. But if the Punisher, who is notorious among underground forces, is allowed to clean up, then there will be no such concerns. After all, this kind of conflict between anti-heroes and gangsters is natural.

When the Punisher side cleans out a certain gangster and Anthony takes a share of the pie, no one will say anything. Because other gangsters will take action in the same way. Isn’t that how gangsters eat gangsters?

"So, boss, who is the first target?" After Dick finished asking, he felt that his words seemed a bit abrupt, even a bit transgressive. Fortunately, Anthony has always been tolerant of his own people. As long as he doesn't make some mistakes in principle, Anthony usually won't blame them easily.

"Mr. Schrader seems to be a little anxious recently. I heard that he seems to be in a very miserable state without thinking about food or drink. Let's do some good deeds and help him out." Anthony said with a smile.

"clear."