Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Bullseye couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.

In his imagination, Lincoln should just be a man with extraordinary speed, just like himself who throws extraordinary things.

Just as he himself could not withstand the force of a bullet, he believed that Lincoln could not withstand the force of a bullet.

For the last bullet, he carefully analyzed, studied and predicted Lincoln's movement, and finally succeeded in letting the bullet hit Lincoln in that moment!

But now looking at Lincoln who was safe and sound, he was very confused.

He wanted to rush up and grab Lincoln's collar and question him loudly, asking him why he pretended to be unable to block bullets to tease him even though he could physically block bullets!

It shouldn't be like this!

He spent so long training and honing his talent, but the end result was that he was defeated like a clown?

It shouldn't be like this!

Bullseye's world collapsed, his body shook, he looked at Lincoln blankly, and asked a question he already knew the answer to: "Can you stop a bullet?"

"That's right."

"Then why were you hiding from my hidden weapon before?"

"Of course it's to see how far you can use concealed weapons." Lincoln said, turning his head and looking behind him.

In the battle that lasted for tens of seconds, Bullseye threw not only the hidden weapons he carried, but also all the things that could be caught in his hands were fired as hidden weapons.

Stones, glass, iron sheets and even a wooden stick can be used as deadly hidden weapons. Bullseye's control of throwing ability is the strongest among humans that Lincoln has ever seen.

"Just to see..."

After hearing Lincoln's answer, Bullseye's voice gradually became deeper, his head slowly lowered, and his expression was obscured by the shadow.

After the silence lasted for just a few breaths, Bullseye raised his head again with blood-red eyes, looking at Lincoln with violence in his eyes. He kicked his feet and rushed towards Lincoln: "It's just for such a ridiculous reason!

I can't accept it!"

As he roared angrily, he clenched his fingers into fists and punched Lincoln: "I can't accept it!"

"You can't withstand the blow, are you crazy..." Lincoln looked at Bullseye, who was completely out of shape, with a look of pity on his face.

He took a wrong step to avoid Bullseye's fist, and then pressed his backhand on the back of his head, with a bang like hitting the wall next to him.

Bang!

Bones made of calcium are no different from fragile bullet shells in the face of hard reinforced concrete, and they completely shatter after a muffled sound.

The broken skull fragments were mixed with red and white blood and brain matter, and Bullseye's body slowly moved against the wall.

Lincoln let go of the skull, which was mixed with blood and brain matter, and let it fall to the ground next to Bullseye's corpse. He looked calm, as if he had just killed a dispensable social animal.

The blood splashing on the ground was like a blooming orchid, but unfortunately one corner was missing, and the area where Lincoln was was not dyed red.

Taking out a piece of paper towel and wiping the non-existent accidental dirt on his hands, Lincoln turned around and left Bullseye's burial place, looking thoughtfully in the direction of Hell's Kitchen.

"Following the usual routine of beating the younger ones to get the older ones, and coupled with his strong character as a gang boss, the next person who should appear next should be Kingpin, right?"

"Should we go and deal with him in advance..."

(Jinpin:???)

Lincoln had the intention to nip the trouble in the bud, but he walked back to the hotel honestly.

This time, Charon was no longer the only one waiting in front of the counter, there was also an old man wearing a linen windbreaker.

Lincoln recognized him as Winston, the manager of New York's Continental Hotel. In this hotel, as long as the people at the high-top tables didn't come, he basically had the final say.

Even if someone from the high table comes, if he wants to resist, he still has the strength to do so.

It can be seen that this man must have been a ruthless person when he was young, otherwise he would not be able to conquer this hotel, but now that he is older, he seems to have switched to a civilian job.

It's the same as Fury, who is who-knows-how-old, and moved from the front line to a civilian job to become the director of Snake and Shield.

Originally, Winston came out to solve the problem of Bullseye, but when he heard the gunshot, he knew that things might become simpler.

By the time he saw Lincoln pushing the door in from the outside, he was fully convinced that Bullseye was dead.

Winston was very sure of Lincoln's style, because it took him a lot of effort to clean up the corpses in the dark alley. This time, when the gunfire rang out, he didn't believe that Bullseye could leave alive.

Lincoln did not come forward to speak, and Winston just watched Lincoln go upstairs, then shook off his windbreaker, opened the door and walked out.

After a while, while standing on the street, looking at the headless corpse at the base of the wall and the fallen skull beside it, Winston and his assistant fell silent.

After a while, he raised his head and said sadly: "It seems that this newcomer is more violent than we thought."

"Bullseye is dead, which is a good thing." Charon said, "It's just that Kingpin might be very angry."

"He will indeed be very angry, but what does this have to do with us." Winston chuckled and watched the scavenger pack Bullseye's body into a bag: "We did not kill him, he just died on the mainland by coincidence.

Outside the hotel.”

"If it really matters, he should be grateful that I hired a scavenger at my own expense to give him Bullseye's body so that he could win people's hearts."

Winston smiled, very cunningly, like an old fox alive.

You can think of it with your buttocks. Kingpin will never enmity with Lincoln at this time. He will most likely endure Bullseye being killed, but that was before.

Things changed a bit when Winston asked the scavenger to collect Bullseye's body and deliver it to Kingpin.

He would definitely let everyone know in a big way that Jin Bin's right-hand man Bullseye was killed, especially Jin Bin's other men.

I don’t know if Kingpin will choose to take revenge on Winston at that time, but it will definitely disgust Kingpin, and that’s enough!

In fact, just as Winston planned, Bullseye's body was seen by many people. Within one day, the entire black organization in New York City knew about Bullseye's death, and the news continued to spread.

In the dim room, a majestic and burly figure sat on the huge sofa. Jin Bin looked at the body bag on the ground with a sullen expression.

Inside was Bullseye's corpse with his head smashed, as well as a piece of skull that was lucky enough to be preserved.

He was angry in his heart, not because of Winston's disgusting behavior, which was very common in the underground society.

Kingpin's atmosphere is that Bullseye did not completely act according to his own will. He foolishly and presumptuously provoked a powerful enemy, which led to his own death.

In turn, Kingpin lost a very useful tool and killer. This is what is really worth being angry about. Bullseye betrayed him!

The room was filled with anger and solemnity, and Kingpin finally stood up and left after a long time.

Bullseye betrayed him, but he didn't intend to hold Bullseye accountable. There was no need to hold a dead man accountable if he had no relatives.

Kingpin planned to blame Bullseye's death on his own stupidity, which would make his equally stupid subordinates more honest.

Before he understood Lincoln's origins, he was unwilling to make an enemy of Lincoln, even if the enemy was just an Asian who seemed easy to mess with.

He was very cautious, otherwise he would be dead by now.

But just as Winston could be a source of fire, he could also be a source of fire and let others deal with Lincoln.