Imitator Under the Night? (Seeking follow-up, collection, monthly passes, recommendations, investment!)

"Someone else is targeting us? Or is it because of the Brotherhood? I thought I didn't leave any clues?" Robet was invigorated by Clark's telepathic conversation, but quickly asked with some confusion.

"It's not you who left clues, it's the two assassins who left traces that were discovered..." Clark recounted his recent experiences through telepathic conversation.

"Wait! You said? Talisman? That masked man mentioned a Talisman? What Talisman?" Robet's eyes suddenly lit up as he listened to Clark's story, and he asked excitedly.

After Robet heard about the Talismans in this world from Kara, he had been wanting to find more clues about them. After all, Demon Sorcerer, the big boss, had already been internally designated by Robet as his opponent.

But unfortunately, Kara didn't know why recently, but she would leave in a huff after only saying a few words to him, and Robet couldn't find a suitable opportunity to ask for more information about the Talismans.

But Robet didn't expect that, as the saying goes, when one door closes, another opens, he actually heard about the Talismans from Clark again.

"What Talisman? He didn't say. Do you know about the Talismans?" Clark glanced at Bullseye again, but didn't get any more information.

"I don't know much either. I only know that there are twelve Talismans, corresponding to the twelve zodiac signs, and each Talisman has different powers. Oh, yes, one of the Talismans can even release lasers from its eyes!" Robet described it simply.

"Oh? Which one is it?" Clark also became interested at this time, and asked expectantly.

"Pig!" Robet said the answer, waiting for Clark's reaction.

"..." Clark's face darkened when he heard this, and after a long while, he said unhappily, "You should set off. This trip is a bit far!"

"Tch! As expected, the brains of Kryptonians are different from ordinary people!" Robet muttered, preemptively accusing, and then his figure flashed and flew into the sky, "It doesn't matter if the journey is far, anyway I can fly!"

"It's not like anyone can't fly!" The corners of Clark's mouth raised slightly, but he pretended to say calmly, "How about we have a competition another day to see who flies faster?"

"You can fly?" Robet was stunned when he heard this, and quickly shifted his firepower, saying, "Your cousin Kara can't fly! Well, she probably can't fly yet, otherwise she should have flown away before..."

"Ahchoo!" At the same time, Kara sneezed, with a look of doubt flashing in her eyes. She had never caught a cold before, so why would she sneeze?

"Wait! Come back first, there's no need to rush!" Clark, who was giving Robet directions, suddenly thought of something and hurriedly stopped Robet, saying, "You can't just go over like this. The previous textile factory was in a relatively remote place, and no one other than the people from the textile factory would have noticed you..."

"But this time is different. This time it's in a place like New York. If you are accidentally seen, it will be even more troublesome. It would be better not to deal with that Bullseye and wait for him to send people over!"

"This..." Robet scratched his head when he heard this. What Clark said this time made some sense. It was rare for Clark to agree with him to decide to eliminate the enemy outside. If Robet was discovered and caused even more trouble, it would undoubtedly be counterproductive. "Then what should I do? Should I put on makeup? Or wear a mask?"

But this question was really difficult for Robet. After all, Robet didn't learn the disguise skills from Master Roshi, nor did he learn Oolong and Puar's transformation techniques.

"I have a good idea! I've discovered some strange people, and their solution is very suitable for you!" While Clark was talking to Robet, he returned home, with a smile on his face as he quickly rummaged through the house. After a while, a top with a mask appeared in Clark's hand.

"What's a good idea?" Robet hovered in mid-air and blinked, waiting for Clark's reply, but he felt Clark's Ki flying towards him. Then the corners of Robet's eyes twitched slightly, and he stared at Clark, who appeared in front of him, and the dark clothes in his hand, and asked, "You wouldn't, let me wear something so ugly, would you?"

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Clark showed Robet the pure black hooded top in detail, "This is carefully sewn by me, are you questioning my craftsmanship?"

"Whether this dress has craftsmanship or not is not important, but I will definitely not wear such ugly clothes!" Robet said firmly.

"Then forget it, let's not go to such a distant place. I was originally planning to ask for two more days off for you..." Clark sighed regretfully, folded the clothes, and said softly, "We'll wait for them to send people over and then deal with them. After all, it's not good to take the initiative to attack when they haven't even made a move yet."

"..." Robet looked at the clothes in Clark's hand and fell into silence.

In the late night in New York, a figure was flying in the air. Because he was wearing black clothes all over, and even his head was covered by a mask, the whole person was completely integrated into the darkness, making it difficult to be discovered.

In Bullseye's gang, the blood stains on the ground had already been cleaned up, and the unlucky underling didn't know where he had been thrown, but it was already this late, and Bullseye hadn't rested yet, but was carefully polishing his exclusive weapon next to the workbench.

Previously, when Bullseye dealt with ordinary people, he could kill people with flying flowers and fallen leaves. Playing cards, toothpicks and other items that ordinary people could not imagine could become his weapons for killing people, but when facing the existence of the extraordinary level, these methods could not achieve the desired effect, especially Bullseye's next target, who was the existence that Bullseye had always been most afraid of, the underground emperor Kingpin!

"Not enough! Still not enough!" Soon, Bullseye threw all the weapons in his hand out in a rage. He knew that these weapons were far from enough to deal with Kingpin!

Just as Bullseye was losing his temper, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, because after he lost his temper, the underlings outside didn't react at all. Although it was already very late, Bullseye's temper was here, and his underlings didn't dare to be lazy and doze off under his command!

"Remo!" Subconsciously, a cautious light flashed in Bullseye's eyes, and he stepped back to the side, picked up the weapons he had just thrown out with his exclusive technique, and shouted loudly outside, "Well... no, Remo was just killed by me, Huey... huh?!"

As soon as Bullseye finished speaking, he saw a figure wearing a mask and black clothes walking in. When he saw this figure, Bullseye couldn't help but be stunned, because the mask of this figure, except that the top of its head didn't have the same target pattern as him, was exactly the same style as him!

"Are you imitating me?!" Bullseye, who had misunderstood something, was instantly furious, and several silver lights flew out from his body, pointing directly at the figure who came in, "Are you Kingpin's replacement for me? Want to replace me, how can it be so easy?!"

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