"Are you...... Bullseye, it's all your behavior. Hawkeye was horrified, and couldn't help but say in a gloomy voice to the figure who had just come out of the shadows.

"How? Surprised? Not surprised? Bullseye grinned and played with taste.

"No," Hawkeye looked at the person in front of him and suddenly reacted, 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 transformers with special abilities: "It's not you who sent these people, it should be your boss Antony Stan, right!" ”

"What's the difference?" Bullseye said with a smile: "And you should think about one more thing now than thinking about that problem, that is, by what means to die from my hands!" ”

"It seems that you were the one who escaped death last time, right?" Hawkeye sneered as he tensed his nerves and stared at the other party.

Hearing this, Bullseye couldn't help but have a fierce light in his eyes, sneered, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that you seem to be very proud of your participation in the siege of me last time." ”

"No, I'm sorry," Hawkeye said expressionlessly, "I regret why I didn't kill you with a few more arrows." ”

"Hehehe~" Bullseye Yin laughed a few times, moved his muscles slightly, and said fiercely: "Originally, I was going to give you a decent way to die, but now I have changed my mind, I think our boss's laboratory needs a strong experimental subject like you." ”

After saying that, Bullseye didn't wait for Hawkeye to say something, his arms shook slightly, and two point-pointing guns similar to the flying needle-type points used by Jiro, the master of acupuncture in the food world, to save Ah Yu in the food world, ricocheted from his bracers and into his hands.

"Die! Clinton Francis Patton! Bullseye let out a long roar, and the thin needles like cow's hair drew various arcs, like a long river composed of thin needles, and rushed directly towards Hawkeye, so fast that Hawkeye didn't even have a chance to send a second arrow, so he directly drowned him and became a hedgehog.

Shot the arrow from Hawkeye, and the bullseye turned on the heat insulation function of the combat suit, and walked towards Hawkeye, who had already fallen to the ground, in the light of the fire caused by the explosion of Hawkeye's exploding arrow.

Lowering his head to probe the other party's snort and related physiological characteristics, the bullseye eyelid stood up with a smile and said: "It's really nerve-wracking, I was going to let you enter Mr. Fashion's laboratory alive, but it seems that you can only enter with the punisher and die." ”

Using a special magnet to take back all these bullish flying needles on his body, the emaciated bullseye carried the eagle eye that had become a corpse, and came to a shadowy corner in a few steps. There is a car in the corner, and there are several corpses in it, including the punisher Frank Custer.

"Boss, find Nick Fury," Gin reported to Anthony, who was admiring his masterpiece from the tall building.

"Oh," Anthony couldn't help frowning when he heard this: "We didn't even know that such a big man had come to New York, it seems that our intelligence capabilities have been strengthened." ”

"Okay boss," Dick, who was also standing next to him, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'll increase my investment in this area tomorrow." ”

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

"There's no need," Anthony said lightly: "He still has some use, if he dies, I'm afraid Hydra will really have to completely control S.H.I.E.L.D., which will not be good for me to control Hydra in the future." What's more, this guy's substitution death is no less than that guy of Kim and that guy, and if he doesn't die after beating the snake, he may bring us unimaginable trouble. ”

"Understood," Gin nodded.

"Boss," Dick, who had just answered a phone call, stepped forward again to report, "the police department is coming soon, and it seems that someone has mobilized the New York State National Guard." ”

"It looks like the top of S.H.I.E.L.D. has escaped from our signal block," Anthony glanced at the burning building again, and walked towards the helicopter parked on the top floor of the building, "That building is an eyesore, blow it up!" ”

"Understood!"

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

"Who the hell is it?!" The one-eyed chief, who had fled to safety, looked fiercely at the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the distance as if it had been blown to the ground.

"Director," Hill arranged everything and hurried over to the One-Eyed Director to await his orders.

"What about our losses?" The One-Eyed Director asked coldly.

"The damage is severe," Hill's face was equally unpleasant, "Less than 20 people from the New York branch escaped alive, and the same is true for our side of the bureau." Other than that...... There's no news from Barton, I just don't know if he's got entangled or ......"

"Bastard!" When the one-eyed director heard the news, he gritted his teeth, and after a moment of silence, he began to ask another question that he was more concerned about: "What about Frank?" ”

"I'm sorry, Director," Hill replied, bowing his head, "due to the haste of the evacuation, I only had time to send a squad to evacuate the wounded and the prisoners we were holding at the New York Bureau, and the members of this squad were also on the missing list. ”

"Shit!" At this time, the one-eyed director could not find any other words to describe his mood than scolding the street. Shame on you! This is the first time he has suffered such a big loss in the territory of the United States since he became the head of the intelligence agency!

Is this still the rice country he knows? Is this still the S.H.I.E.L.D. he leads? You must know that even when he was the director of the CIA before, he never suffered such a big loss when he carried out that kind of foreign mission, let alone in his own country.

"Ciel, check it out! Use all your connections to check me! The one-eyed director who had finished venting said fiercely: "The other party has used so many people and weapons, it is absolutely impossible not to leave any clues. Be sure to get things to me clear, and I'll make them regret what they did today! I regret offending our Territorial Defense Strategy and Logistics Support Agency! ”

"Understood!"

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

"Well," Anthony nodded, handing his trench coat, top hat, cane, etc., to his subordinates and began to ask, "How's it going?" ”

"The target has been killed, and the body has all been transported to Esquire's lab, where it was received by Mr. Crown." Bullseye answers.

"Hmm," Anthony took the red wine he had poured for himself from the side of Gin, took a sip, and then sat down in his office chair and continued, "Did you find anything valuable?" ”

"Sorry boss," replied the bullseye who had infiltrated in advance, "the other side is very vigilant, it seems that the destruction and transfer of materials and items began at the beginning of the battle, and my side only brought back a few corpses to divert their attention and released some of the prisoners they were holding. Oh, and by the way, there's also a living sample of their transhuman, which I brought back with a freezing device. ”

"The harvest is good," Anthony said with a light smile, for this result, in fact, Anthony was already very satisfied, after all, Anthony's side did not expect their opponent to be the old fox Nick Fury at first.

"Fashion, since the man has been handed over to you, you have to make good use of him," Anthony turned to Dr. Fashion and said, "The name of the Punisher is very funny, and there are many things that we are inconvenient to do, we can let him come." ”

"What does the boss mean?" Dick, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"The pond in New York City is big, but if you raise too many idle fish, there will always be a time when it will run out. If some gangs are not cleaned up, we will not be able to develop outward, will we? Anthony sipped the wine in his glass.

"Understood," Dick instantly understood what Anthony meant.

If Anthony had taken matters into his own hands to clean up the gangs in New York City for the sake of development, it could have provoked a mass attack. Although with the current strength of the Nu Gang, they may not be afraid of them, but they will definitely suffer corresponding losses. But if the punishers, who are themselves notorious among the underground forces, take care of it, then there will be no such concerns. After all, this kind of anti-hero and gangster conflict is a matter of course.

When the Punisher gets rid of a gang, and Anthony gets a piece of the pie, then no one will say anything. Because other gangsters will do the same, isn't that how black eats black?

"So, boss, who's the first target?" Dick finished asking before he felt that his words seemed a little abrupt, even a little transgressive. Fortunately, Anthony has always been tolerant of his own people, as long as he does not make some mistakes in principle, Anthony generally does not easily blame them.

"Mr. Schrader seems to have been a little anxious lately, and I heard that he seems to be in a miserable state of not wanting to eat. So let's do good deeds and help him to be free. Anthony chuckled.

"Understood."