Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Bullseye is a mentally ill man with outstanding abilities. This is something that everyone agrees on, whether Kingpin or doctors think so.

This kind of powerful madman is not something that ordinary people can master, so Bullseye is also a very powerful opinion weapon in Kingpin's hand, a weapon that can make New York's Continental Hotel fearful.

But it's just fear.

The power of the Continental Hotel is so huge that it can collide head-on with Kingpin. A bullseye who is still within the boundaries of ordinary people can be eliminated if it is really necessary.

Kingpin knew this, so he told Bullseye not to confront the Continental Hotel.

Bullseye also knows this, so his unscrupulous behavior in this hotel will always only happen verbally, but never put into practice.

It is true that he is mentally ill, but he is not a fool. He still has basic cognition and thinking.

Charon stared at Bullseye quietly, and Bullseye didn't care about it. He just dropped a few gold coins and pointed to the phone inside: "Fight, tell that guy, let him come out to die, I might let him

Feel better."

"Don't you know what happens in the dark alley?"

"Dark alley?" Bullseye frowned, a little confused. He was in a hurry on the way and didn't have time to check his phone, so he didn't know the news about the dark alley.

Seeing Bullseye's appearance, Charon immediately felt confident. Without hesitation, he picked up the phone and pressed the connect button: "Hello, someone is looking for you."

"Someone is looking for me?"

In the room, a black man in Lincoln's clothes was swirling among four colorful clouds with a question mark face: "Isn't this endless, and they are lining up to die?"

With that said, he hung up the phone, looked back at the people on the Big Mac bed who had scraped truce signs, shook his head and put on his clothes: "You guys have a rest first, and when I come back, we can continue playing."

After walking out of the room and closing the door, Lincoln's clothes and expression instantly became upright.

Lianyu Siyu requires a lot of physical strength, and the more test is on skills. He needs some time to think about new tactics, and by the way, kill the guy who doesn't open his eyes.

In the lobby, Charondo's question made Bullseye realize that something seemed wrong.

He immediately became vigilant and began to try to understand what happened in the dark alley. However, a period of time had passed since Lincoln massacred the four women in the dark alley.

Anyone who knew about the incident in the dark alley was already hiding away like the god of plague. Even those who hadn't left would never dare to say a word about it, just pretending that they didn't know what to do.

The more people he asked, the more Bullseye felt that something was wrong. Looking at Charon's calm eyes, he knew that he might have been careless.

But... being careless means being careless!

Even after realizing that things had changed, Bullseye still didn't think Lincoln could escape from his hands.

The existence of Abomination and Hulk is a scandal for the military. Coupled with the existence of Lincoln, information about them is strictly blocked. Under the joint blockade of Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the military, Bullseye has no idea about this.

Kind of top secret.

Super villains don’t exist, and naturally, superheroes don’t exist either.

Within the range of normal people in the Marvel world, Bullseye is actually at the top level. This is the conclusion he came to after testing one human life after another.

Bullseye may not be able to withstand random shooting, but when it comes to single-on-one combat, he has enough confidence in his abilities that as long as he can see the target, he can definitely win!

Strong self-confidence and mental illness made Bullseye stay, standing on the sidewalk outside the Continental Hotel, waiting for Lincoln to appear.

Lincoln felt unhappy with the people who disturbed him, but when he saw Bullseye, the situation changed somewhat.

Those cannon fodder-level killers weren't worth his time, but Bullseye was different.

Not to mention the character behind him, Kingpin, but Bullseye's bug-like ability to point where to hit is enough for Lincoln to spend some time playing with him.

Ignoring Charon's reminder, Lincoln opened the door and walked out. The moment he stepped out of the hotel door, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes that were as quiet as a statue.

The arms that were hanging quietly on both sides of the body suddenly waved, like a soft long whip, bursting out with terrifying power and speed.

Under the influence of talent and training, the five fingers flexibly popped out the two playing cards, spinning them quickly like cutting blades and slashing towards Lincoln.

Whoosh whoosh!

The playing cards cut through the air with a sharp sound of wind, and Bullseye couldn't help but smile. The playing cards he fired using a special technique were as fast as bullets, and it was beyond the ability of ordinary people to react!

However, at the moment when the bullet that could cut open the bones touched Lincoln's forehead, Lincoln, who was originally "dumbfounded", suddenly moved.

Just like a script, there was no extra movement, just a slight tilt of the head, and the two playing cards rushed past his face with the sound of wind, piercing the high-strength glass behind Lincoln.

The special poker failed to penetrate the high-strength glass of the Continental Hotel, and the weapon Bullseye prepared for himself was held in Lincoln's hand.

Seeing this scene, Bullseye couldn't help but widen his eyes.

First time! This was the first time he saw someone being able to dodge his own poker with extraordinary reflexes and speed!

Bullseye's body couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement, the excitement of meeting an "evenly matched" opponent.

Killing those helpless trash can satisfy his need for killing, but a strong man like Lincoln can stimulate what is hidden deep in his blood and consciousness.

The smile at the corner of Bullseye's mouth froze at first, then became wilder, until it finally grew completely.

His eyes were locked on Lincoln tightly like radar. With a slight movement of the fingers of his hands, more playing cards were caught in his hands from invisible places as if by magic.

Holding the playing cards between your fingertips, the playing cards with designs and colors were like flying knives with numbers engraved on them. Before they were taken, they had already locked onto Lincoln.

"You satisfy me very much, so... I will have fun with you!" Bullseye looked at Lincoln, smiled evilly, and shook his arms.

With a whoosh, it was almost impossible to see clearly the movements in his hands. Playing cards rushed out in all directions on different trajectories. After reaching a certain point, they instantly changed and knelt down and flew towards Lincoln.

The cards were thrown wildly by Bullseye, like a goddess scattering flowers. The colors printed on the cards flickered with afterimages in the sunlight, full of bloodshed.

"What a coincidence." Surrounded by countless sharp edges, Lincoln's face remained unhurried and he smiled: "I thought so too."