Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

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Rat-a-tat-tat—tongues of flame spewed from heavy weapons as dense ammunition poured toward Lin Yan.

Boom, boom, boom—smoke and dust rose everywhere, shrouding the surroundings in a hazy blur.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the surrounding houses were reduced to ruins.

"He's not dead."

The mercenary spoke in a low voice. He was Crossbones, whose real name was Brock Rumlow. Trained by the Taskmaster, he was Red Skull's right-hand man. He had remained fiercely loyal for many years, was also a Hydra member, and ranked among the world's top mercenaries. He had defeated Captain America several times.

A fierce glint flashed in Crossbones's eyes.

A figure flickered through his field of vision.

"Target locked."

The bomb exploded with pinpoint accuracy. With such destructive power, even someone on Hulk's or Stark's level would not be able to emerge unscathed.

"Perfect."

Viper sighed.

Though she found it a pity that such a perfect man as Lin Yan had died, he had been the greatest obstacle.

Brock Rumlow, Crossbones, had carried out countless missions without ever failing. Naturally, this time would be no exception.

He remained neither arrogant nor impatient.

It was merely an ordinary mission.

"Retreat."

Crossbones spoke.

Then a chill suddenly ran down his spine as a sense of danger washed over him.

At the critical moment, Crossbones swiftly took cover.

Bang—at the same time.

A bullet broke the sound barrier at a speed invisible to the naked eye, tracing a blue comet-like streak through the air as it tore toward Lin Yan with unstoppable force.

It hadn't hit him? How was that possible?

He stared in shock as Lin Yan walked down the street as if nothing had happened. How could he have missed? Damn it.

Could the other man have accurately dodged his