Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the Marvel Universe, supervillains have 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Starting from the Red Skull during World War II, all kinds of super villains have never withdrawn from the stage of history, but they have never been active in the eyes of the public.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 possesses incredible throwing abilities, and any inconspicuous item in his hands can unleash potential destructive power.

Slit someone's throat with an ordinary playing card, or throw a toothpick to kill. Things that ordinary people can't do are just routine operations here at Bullseye.

With top-level fighting and firearms skills, coupled with extraordinary throwing abilities, Bullseye can easily kill anyone who appears in his sight with incredible means.

Until he met Lincoln.

The specially made playing cards are flying in the air like butterflies. The sharp edges that can cut through human bones are hidden under the appearance. They look gorgeous, but are actually deadly.

The cards rotated in the air and drew beautiful arcs, slicing toward Lincoln from all directions like the hooks on a dragnet.

The sharp edges cut through the air and made a whooshing sound, like music playing under Bullseye's careful adjustment.

Impeccable!

This is Bullseye's evaluation of the trick he developed. He is surrounded by sharp edges from all directions. In his opinion, Lincoln's only fate is to be cut into a fragmented impressionist masterpiece by the cards!

Taking action means killing. Bullseye doesn't seem to have any idea of ​​having fun, but in his opinion, making masterpieces is entertainment!

"Is this your limit?" Lincoln looked at the bullseye calmly and shook his head slightly: "It seems that throwing is not suitable for you, so you should use a gun."

As he spoke, he moved his feet slightly, as if he was humiliating Bullseye. His body always rubbed the sharp edge of the poker and made dodge movements.

His movements were as graceful as a dance, and Lincoln showed Bullseye how to walk a tightrope on one side.

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

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

Seeing that the moves he had made with each experimental subject were so easily avoided by Lincoln, Bullseye's eyes were full of disbelief. He roared, and then linked his five fingers, and more hidden weapons were launched by him with a unique technique.

Got out.

Poker cards that draw graceful arcs, flying knives that pierce the air, or other strange hidden weapons that roll endlessly in the air...

Like a goddess scattering flowers, Bullseye took out a lot of hidden weapons from unexpected places on his body and swung them out. He just threw the hidden weapons all by himself into the scenery that blocked the sky and the sun.

A large black shadow shuttled through, either by force or by surprise, launching the most violent attack on Lincoln from various unexpected angles.

Bullseye's gaze was firmly locked on Lincoln, and the flashing madness seemed to be about to completely tear Lincoln apart and devour him.

The movements in his hands became more rapid and sharp, and the frequency and speed of throwing hidden weapons also increased.

Countless cold lights flickered in the sky like stars, but walking among the stars, Lincoln, who seemed to be in danger, managed to walk away from the knife edge without being injured at all.

This act of walking close to the edge of the knife, which was almost provocative, made Bullseye's eyes clench. When he was angry, his murderous intention towards Lincoln was far stronger than at any time before.

"Too slow, too slow, too slow!"

Lincoln danced in front of Bullseye and kept saying, "Is this the strength of the top killer Bullseye? It's just this little. I thought it was so powerful."

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

"Shut up!" Hearing Lincoln despise himself and compare himself to a prostitute, the anger in Bullseye's heart erupted like a stored volcano.

Tactics? No more tactics!

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

In an instant, more cold light almost formed a dense net, covering the time in front of Lincoln's eyes, but... it was still not enough!

With a few light steps, Lincoln broke free from the encirclement of the sword light at an almost teleporting speed, and then looked at Bullseye, whose mental state had completely changed: "Is this all you have?"

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

Bullseye didn't speak, just stared straight at Lincoln, and the chaotic voices in his mind kept ringing: 'He is very fast, fast enough to dodge all hidden weapons, but his body must still be that of an ordinary person, otherwise

There's no need to dodge my attacks!'

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

'Once, once is enough!'

Mental illness prevented Bullseye from becoming a normal person, but it helped him carry out unfinished thinking at this time.

His body was still mechanically throwing out hidden weapons like a machine, but the hidden weapons that originally looked a little messy due to his rage now became full of rules.

He was guiding and testing Lincoln's position, and trying to strike 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 the sound of a gunshot.

As a throwing master, but taking the initiative to use a gun when the concealed weapon is not used up, you can imagine the situation Bullseye has been forced into.

Seeing his obsession, Lincoln did not dodge the bullet that he could have easily dodged. Instead, he turned into a statue and looked motionless at the part where he was hit by the bullet.

Seeing Lincoln motionless and on the verge of mental collapse, Bullseye finally showed a crazy smile. He moved his hands and more gunshots rang out.

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

The tinkling sound of the bullet shells colliding with the ground was masked by his wild laughter, but just as he was crazy about his masterpiece, Lincoln moved.

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

Looking at 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 on the spot: "You, why are you okay? I was obviously hit..."

"Oh, you're right, you did hit it, but unfortunately, the power was just a tiny bit less powerful."

As he spoke, Lincoln made a slight gesture with his thumb and index finger. There seemed to be no gaps between the fingers, but it seemed like a mockery of Bullseye.

"Why..."