Superman's Journey

Chapter 48 Why!
In the Marvel universe, the super villain has never really disappeared.

Starting from the Red Skull during World War II, all kinds of super villains have never withdrawn from the stage of history, but they have never been active in the eyes of the public.

Bullseye is one of them.

He has an incredible throwing ability, and any inconspicuous object can be unleashed with potential destructive power in his hands.

Slitting someone's throat with an ordinary card, or throwing a toothpick to kill people, things that ordinary people can't do are just routine operations here.

Top-notch fighting and firearms skills, coupled with extraordinary throwing ability, Bullseye can kill anyone who comes within his sight with incredible ease.

Until he met Lincoln.

The specially-made playing cards fluttered in the air like butterflies, and the sharp edge that could cut through human bones was hidden under the appearance. It looked gorgeous, but it was actually deadly.

The playing cards spun in the air and drew graceful arcs, like knives and hooks on the sky net, cutting towards Lincoln from all directions.

The sharp edges whizzed through the air, playing music as Bullseye carefully tuned it.

Impeccable!

This is Bullseye's evaluation of the trick he developed. Surrounded by sharp edges in all directions, in his opinion, Lincoln's only fate is to be cut into a fragmented impressionist masterpiece by the cards!
A shot is a kill, and Bullseye doesn't seem to have the slightest idea of ​​having fun, but in his opinion, creating a masterpiece is entertainment!
"Is this your limit?" Lincoln looked at Bullseye calmly, and shook his head slightly: "It seems that throwing is not suitable for you, you should use a gun."

As he said that, his steps moved slightly, as if he was humiliating Bullseye, and his figure often rubbed against the sharp edge of the poker to dodge.

Moving gracefully like a dance, Lincoln showed Bullseye how to walk a tightrope on one side.

The sharp edge of the poker cut through the wall and the cement, and the power hidden in the card body was fully released, but it never posed any threat to Lincoln.

"How is it possible? How is it possible!"

Seeing that the moves that he created with each experimental subject were so easily avoided by Lincoln, Bullseye was full of disbelief. He let out a loud roar, and then linked his five fingers to launch more hidden weapons in his unique way. out.

Poker cards that draw graceful arcs, flying knives that pierce the air straightly, or other strange hidden weapons that keep rolling in the air.
Like a goddess scattering flowers, Bullseye took out a large number of hidden weapons from unimaginable places on his body and swung them out. He just threw the hidden weapons out of the scenery that covered the sky and the sun by himself.

A large black shadow shuttled past, or made a strong attack, or made a surprise attack, launching the most violent attack on Lincoln from various unexpected angles.

Bullseye's gaze was firmly locked on Lincoln, and the flickering madness seemed to want to completely tear Lincoln up and devour him.

The movements in his hands became more swift and fierce, and the frequency and speed of throwing hidden weapons also accelerated.

Countless cold lights flickered in the sky like starlight, but walking in the starlight, Lincoln, who seemed to be in danger, just walked through the knife edge without getting hurt.

This almost provocative behavior of walking close to the edge of the knife made Bull's eyes tear open. When he was angry in his heart, his killing intent towards Lincoln was far stronger than at any time before.

"Too slow, too slow, too slow!"

Lincoln kept walking in front of Bullseye in the dance steps of the situation, and kept talking for a moment: "Is this the strength of the top killer Bullseye? It's so little, I thought it would be so powerful."

"If that's the only way, then I'm sorry, I may not have extra time to play house games with you. Those women in my room can drain my energy more than you."

"Shut up!" Hearing Lincoln's contempt for him and comparing himself to a prostitute, the anger in Bullseye's heart erupted like a pent-up volcano.

tactics?No more tactics!

Like a metal storm with full firepower, he threw out all the hidden weapons on his body in one go.

In an instant, more cold light almost connected into a dense net to cover the time in front of Lincoln, but it was still not enough!

Stepping lightly on his feet a few times, Lincoln broke free from the encirclement of the knife light at a near-teleporting speed, and then looked at Bullseye whose mental state had completely changed: "Is this all you can do?"

'I can kill him!I can kill him! '

Bullseye didn't speak, just stared straight at Lincoln, and the messy voice in his head kept ringing: "He's fast enough to avoid all hidden weapons, but his body must still be an ordinary person, otherwise There is no need to dodge my attack! '

'As long as you can hit him, as long as you can hit him once!I can make him hurt, make him bleed, and then slowly drain all his blood dry! '

'Once, once is enough! '

Mental illness prevents Bullseye from being a normal person, but this illness helps him to think unfinished at this time.

His body is still throwing out the hidden weapons mechanically like a machine, but the hidden weapons that were a bit messy due to the rage have now become full of rules.

He is guiding and testing Lincoln's position, and trying to make a fatal blow at the last moment.

The blade became more and more targeted, until a bright silver light pierced Lincoln's eyes, followed by a gunshot.

As a throwing master, he actively uses guns when the hidden weapons are not used up. One can imagine the situation that Bullseye has been forced into.

Seeing his obsession, Lincoln did not dodge the bullet that he could have easily dodged, but looked at the part of himself hit by the bullet as motionless as a sculpture.

Seeing that Lincoln was motionless, Bullseye, who was on the verge of collapse, finally showed a crazy smile on his face. His hands moved continuously, and more gunshots rang out.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Hahahaha!"

The jingle of the bullet casings against the ground was drowned out by his wild laughter, but just as he was mad at his masterpiece, Lincoln moved.

He reached out and took the bullets fixed in the air by the biological force field one by one, and then looked at the bullseye with great interest: "Is this the full force of the throwing master? With a gun?"

Seeing Lincoln who was safe and sound, the smile on Bullseye's face froze. His face was full of confusion and confusion, and his body froze in place: "You, why are you okay? I obviously hit it."

"Oh, you're right, you did hit it, but unfortunately, it's just a little bit less powerful."

While speaking, Lincoln made a slight gesture with his thumb and index finger. There seemed to be no gap between the fingers, but it seemed to be a mockery of Bullseye.

"why."

(End of this chapter)