Bullseye Became One-Eyed (Update 1/3)

Shazo earned the widest respect in the Hell's Kitchen gang primarily because he was an exceptional fighter.

Whether it's hand-to-hand combat or marksmanship, no one in Hell's Kitchen can beat Shazo.

Shazo massive fists, inspired fear, but the key to earning the gang's respect lay in adhering to one rule: never firing the first shot.

This is absolute confidence, and also the greatest kindness.

This rule means that none of those sent away by Shazo were innocent.

So instead of emptying the Punisher's magazine, Shazo lunged at it.

He first knocked the ricocheting Dagger away, then slammed the butt of his Pistol into the Punisher's forehead.

With Shazo's strength, he knocked him unconscious in one blow.

Shazo Zuo turned the unconscious Punisher over, handcuffed his hands behind his back, removed all the weapons from his body, and then threw him into his trunk.

He didn't want this guy, covered in gunpowder and blood, to contaminate the carriage.

After all this was done, the people hunting down the Punisher appeared.

They were a group of gangsters.

They drove pickup trucks or rode motorcycles, equipped with all sorts of guns; one gangster even had an RPG slung over his shoulder in the back of a pickup truck.

Shazo looked closely and found that these guys were all unfamiliar faces, and even the identification badges were brand new.

Old man Shazo Dawson grinned maliciously. "I knew it! Which gang had the guts to fire a shot on my turf?"

"So it turns out they're a newcomer, and a complete outsider at that."

"Tsk, even a newcomer from out of town should at least do their research beforehand, right? To brazenly openly shoot and kill people in Hell's Kitchen, is this a deliberate provocation against the rules I set?"

"Shift!! It's only been a few days since anyone shed blood, and some bastard dares to challenge my authority, Shazo Zuo."

"Heh, you're all Bad Luck. Your lives will have to add some color to my name."

Shazo made up his mind to kill, but he did not forget that as a police officer, he should follow the legal procedures.

He raised his gun and shouted, "Halt! Drop your weapons! Submit for inspection!"

The gangsters were stunned, realizing that they had 32 people on their side, while the other side only had one plainclothes policeman.

We have 38 guns and pistols, plus an RPG, while the police on the other side only have a Glock Pistol.

Unaware that they were about to face dire consequences, the foreign gangsters burst into laughter after a few seconds of silence.

"Good heavens, how can there be such a fool?"

"Is he blind? Can't he see how many people and guns we have?"

"He probably wants to die."

Sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, with most of his body sticking out of the window, the leader raised his gun.

Just before he fired, he yelled to his henchmen in the truck bed, "Hey, Mike, give him a shock, kill him with an RPG!"

"Haha, great!"

The guy carrying the Rocket shouted as he lowered the RPG from his shoulder.

The next moment, the gang leader pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Unsurprisingly, his bullet missed.

The gang leader fired first, and before he could pull the trigger a second time, Shazo shot him in the right eye.

Before the gang leader could even lower his head, and the burly man who had just laid down his RPG and squinted his left eye to aim, his tightly closed left eye became a bloody hole.

The backs of the two people's heads exploded almost simultaneously, scattering large splatters of red oil and tofu pudding.

After shooting down the two guys, Shazo didn't stop. He first used [Magnetic Control] to draw magnetic targets on the heads of each unfortunate Bad Luck wielding a high-powered weapon.

Then he pulled the trigger repeatedly, shooting out the eye in the center of the target and blowing off the Bad Luck head in the process.

Shazo indeed adheres to the principle of "not firing the first shot".

However, he also insisted on the principle of "not giving the enemy a second chance to fire a shot".

These two principles complement each other, together establishing the authority of the King of Hell's Kitchen.

Therefore, once Shazo opens fire, he will not stop shooting until all the enemies have fallen.

Shazo's firing rate is much faster than that of an average person, capable of firing 5 shots per second, and every shot can blow someone's head off.

In an instant, the 13 bullets in the original magazine of the Glock Pistol were emptied, and the 13 heads at the front of the convoy Shattering like watermelons.

Red and white tofu pudding was splashed by the wind, covering the gangsters behind it from head to toe.

These hideous-looking creatures froze, then felt an unprecedented wave of nausea.

Some of them were gagging, while others vomited.

The smell in the air became even more unpleasant.

Although gangsters live a life of violence and bloodshed, in most cases they only create a show of force and rarely actually fight or kill people.

After all, no matter what kind of business a gang does, its main purpose is to make money, not to kill.

Their ferocity and ruthlessness are mostly an act.

If more than a third of the people had their heads blown off in an instant like today, even a battle-hardened and well-trained army would experience a collapse in morale.

For these gangsters, it was a terrifying attack on a completely different level; everyone was terrified.

The gangsters were completely unable to recover from their fear and shock, watching helplessly as Shazo walked towards the center of the road, changed his magazine, and raised his gun again.

Seeing the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at them, the gangsters were terrified and let out howls like dying Beast.

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Shoot!"

In a desperate struggle, the gangsters raised their guns and began firing wildly.

Shazo was stunned by the gangsters' performance. He couldn't help but exclaim, "They lost a third of their men instantly under my gun, yet instead of collapsing in morale and immediately laying down their weapons to surrender, they even dared to attack me?"

"Which gang is this?"

"So incredibly brave!"

In reality, Shazo misunderstood these gangsters; they didn't possess any unwavering fighting spirit.

These guys were completely terrified. They couldn't even remember that they had the option of running away or surrendering, and they even forgot where they came from or who they were hunting down.

Among these gangsters driven mad by fear, a good portion of them forgot to disengage the safety from their guns, standing there dumbfounded, frantically pulling the trigger, unaware that no bullets were being fired.

But this kind of fool survived to the end.

Shazo dodged and weaved through the hail of bullets, not by dodging bullets, but by dodging the direction of the guns of the 19 enemy soldiers, which wasn't too difficult.

In the first round of attacks, he took down gangsters armed with assault rifles and Rocket.

The remaining Pistol and submachine guns were much weaker; even if they hit vital organs directly, they wouldn't threaten Shazo's life.

As Shazo loaded his bullets, he arranged the order in which to shoot the remaining 19 men.

The first person shot was the one who was able to fire a gun and point it at his own car.

His car is very expensive; even just getting it repainted would cost several thousand dollars.

Moreover, Skye, the future genius hacker, was sitting in the car; Shazo absolutely could not allow the girl to be harmed by stray bullets.

Then, several guys who had accurately pointed their guns at Shazo were shot dead.

Although you won't be truly harmed by submachine guns, bullets will hurt a lot when they hit you, so such threatening people should naturally be eliminated first.

Finally, those who can fire normally but without any strategy, letting bullets fly wildly, are the ones to be shot down.

After Shazo emptied his second magazine, another 13 heads exploded.

Only six gang members remained alive.

Three of them were idiots who forgot to disengage their guns' safety, and three were idiots who only had one gun and forgot to reload after firing it empty.

Seeing that the threat had been completely eliminated, Shazo stopped moving and slowly changed his bullets, putting psychological pressure on the six idiots.

Seeing that the six men opposite him had turned pale, Shazo Zuo shouted one last time, "Drop your weapons! Lie down on the ground! Put your hands where I can see you!"

This time, the gangsters took it to heart.

The six men hurriedly dropped their guns, ignoring the bloodstains on the ground, and quickly lay down, placing their hands on the back of their heads.

Shazo was very satisfied with their obedience, so he put away his Pistol, went back to his car, took out a bundle of plastic cable ties, and prepared to tie up the gangsters.

Before leaving, he instructed, "Skye, call 911 for me and tell them there are a lot of people shot."

Skye was no longer afraid; her eyes were bright and full of curiosity about Shazo.

Upon hearing Shazo's instructions, she agreed without hesitation, "Yes, boss."

As Shazo walked toward the six gangsters with the zip tie, six Dagger suddenly flew from the street corner, accurately hitting the necks of the six Bad Luck.

Because their nerves were severed, the six men immediately began experiencing convulsions in their hands and feet, and foaming at the mouth.

Within seconds, they lost consciousness, their heart rates soared to 220, and they would die completely within a minute or two.

Shazo tossed aside the cable ties, drew his Glock Pistol again, and aimed at the spot where the six Dagger had been thrown.

He shouted, "Who's there?"

A man wearing a plaid overcoat and a black soft hat walked out from the street corner.

He had a toothpick dangling from his mouth, a mocking smile on his face, and his eyes were full of disdain as he looked at Shazo.

The man with the thick gold chain shook his head, seemingly in a daze from the drugs.

He staggered towards Shazo, his steps unsteady, and said, "I know you, Officer Shazo Dawson."

"I heard you're the New York Police Department's Number One Sharpshooter, but I always thought it was just the cops bragging."

"But seeing your battle today, taking down 32 gunmen all by yourself with just one gun, is truly remarkable. The title of Shinsō is well-deserved."

"I also heard that you killed that perverted woman, Typhoid Mary. That's even more remarkable."

Shazo asked again, "Who are you?"

The man shook his head, causing his neck to crack, and the large gold chain around his neck to swing from side to side.

He took a deep breath, removed his soft hat, revealing a large, white bald head and the target in the center of his forehead.

Shazo chuckled, "So it's you, Bullseye."

Bullseye, the master of weapon throwing, is said to be able to kill his target no matter what he throws.

It is said that he once used playing cards to tear apart an enemy's throat, spat out broken teeth that pierced an enemy's skull, and even managed to throw a paper airplane far away, blinding the target.

The most outrageous rumor is that he once shot and killed an enemy 90 meters away with a toothpick in his mouth.

Shazo recognized Bullseye's identity, and he relaxed completely, letting his guard down.

He turned off the body camera on his chest, unloaded the bullet from the gun, engaged the safety, and put the Pistol back in its holster.

Are you kidding me? No matter how good Bullseye's throwing skills are, can they be better than Shisui Uchiha's?

Shazo was nervous because he didn't know who he was facing. There were just too many big shots in the Marvel Universe, and they were all clustered together on Earth.

If you happen to run into a big shot, using Pistol can at least make them relax and give you a little bit of the initiative.

But facing Bullseye, Shazo had absolutely nothing to worry about. He casually joked, "You're just a piece of trash with a combat power of only 5. You're not worthy of me using my deadly weapon."

Bullseye didn't understand the Dragon Ball reference, but he could sense Shazo's disdain and contempt.

Feeling that he was being looked down upon, this arrogant mental patient immediately flared up.

Killing intent overwhelmed Bullseye's reason; he pulled all sorts of random things from his pockets and threw them at Shazo.

Nails, hairpins, paperclips, buttons, toothpicks, and Dagger traced straight lines in the air, flying toward Shazo's eyes, throat, heart, liver, and kidneys.

Shazo smiled and shook his head, then pulled out six 25-cent Washington from his pocket and tossed them out in a rather casual manner.

The coin spun rapidly, reflecting a shimmering silver light, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before accurately striking the Bullseye.

All of u's projectiles.

Afterward, the coin's speed did not decrease at all, but it changed its trajectory and continued flying, following a different arc path, before disappearing into the stunned right Bullseye.

Six coins were neatly stacked and embedded in his eye socket, like a kryptonite electronic eye.

The Bullseye screamed in agony, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry the coin out; it only brought him more pain.

He screamed and writhed in agony until reinforcements arrived, at which point he managed to break free from the intense pain.

Unable to struggle, Bullseye was arrested. He ignored the police who arrested him, staring intently at Shazo and repeatedly asking questions.

"What kind of throwing technique is this?"

How did you develop such throwing skills?

Where can I learn this throwing technique?

Please, tell me----

Shazo ignored him, and he didn't have time to pay attention to this newly emerged One-Eyed Dragon. His colleagues enthusiastically surrounded him, praising his achievements this time.

As the elderly person who takes the most administrative leave, Shazo is very familiar with the relevant procedures and quickly completed the certificate collection process.

He handed over the dashcam in his car and the memory card from the body camera on his person, and drove away from the scene amidst applause and cheers from his colleagues.