The "mimic" Bullseye had mentioned was none other than Robet, who had been forced to put on this ugly outfit and rush thousands of miles to New York, an unfamiliar place, to eliminate a future threat.
Robet had come in a fury. After all, he had been forced to wear such an ugly outfit, so naturally he was in a terrible mood. Even after killing the subordinate Bullseye had sent to Smallville and dealing with the rest of the gang, Robet's irritation still had not faded.
"Imitating me? Hm? This is a little interesting!" When Robet saw several needle-like hidden weapons flying toward him, he raised an eyebrow. Their lethality seemed even greater than bullets, which meant Bullseye was somewhat stronger than the Brotherhood!
But no matter how powerful a weapon was, it would be useless if it could not hit anyone. Bullseye's ability gave him extremely precise throwing skills, but that depended on him being able to lock onto his enemy's position first...
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Several silver needles passed through Robet's eyes, throat, heart, and other vital points. After piercing through his body, they also shot through the wall behind him. Yet a solemn look flashed through Bullseye's eyes, because years of experience told him that he had not hit his opponent—especially when Robet's body gradually faded away!
Almost instinctively, Bullseye's lips moved slightly as his fingers kept flicking. All kinds of hidden weapons flew from between his fingers, forming a torrent of weapons in front of him. Bullseye had predicted that after disappearing, Robet would inevitably launch an attack against him!
These were hidden weapons Bullseye had only just created to deal with Kingpin. Although he had not been satisfied with them before, when faced with the mysterious Robet's assault, he could only use them to counterattack...
In Bullseye's view, with so many hidden weapons thrown out at once, even Kingpin would have no choice but to take them seriously. He would even have to avoid their edge!
What Bullseye had not expected was that his hidden weapons had indeed forced Robet to temporarily avoid their edge, but Robet had never intended to appear in front of him and attack head-on. He had already arrived behind Bullseye and swung his fist at him!
With a whoosh, the powerful gust of wind startled Bullseye. His superhuman reflexes and agility let him turn around at the last possible moment. The several silver needles he had prepared in his mouth shot out at the same time, while he raised both arms to shield his chest.
Bullseye's performance at that moment was far superior to that of the Brotherhood's assassins. Even the Brotherhood's top assassins, Carlos and Fox, as well as its leader, were nowhere near Bullseye. The Brotherhood had merely touched the boundary of the supernatural, whereas Bullseye had truly entered the supernatural realm.
Unfortunately, Bullseye had still underestimated Robet's strength and reaction speed!
Faced with the silver needles Bullseye spat out, a look of disgust flashed through Robet's eyes. Borrowing the momentum of his right fist, he twisted his body and ducked low, completing a flip in an instant. Not only did he evade the needles stained with Bullseye's saliva, but he also delivered a backward kick with his left leg, striking Bullseye's arm.
With a bang, Bullseye went flying. His arm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Pain surged wildly through his brain, yet he realized that he could no longer control the arm.
"No! Impossible!" Bullseye lay sprawled on the ground. A trace of terror colored his voice as he shouted at Robet, "With strength like that, you can't possibly be Kingpin's subordinate! Who are you?!"
As a notorious figure in the underworld, Bullseye had encountered many supernatural ability users. Yet even Kingpin—the one who made Bullseye most wary, and who could take down ten top-tier fighters simultaneously within twenty seconds—could not possibly be this powerful!
"When did I ever say I was Kingpin's subordinate?" Robet shrugged and slowly walked toward Bullseye. He did not finish Bullseye off immediately, because he wanted to obtain information about Kingpin and the Talisman from him.
"Ptooey!" As Robet drew closer, Bullseye's mind frantically calculated the reaction speed Robet had displayed earlier. When Robet came within half a meter of him, Bullseye spat out another hidden weapon.
This hidden weapon was made of a different material from the previous ones. The earlier weapons had all possessed a silvery metallic sheen, but this one was completely black. Under the night sky, most people would not even notice it. This was Bullseye's final trump card!
With a hiss, Robet was utterly disgusted by someone who liked spraying others with his saliva. He condensed a ball of energy between his fingers and knocked the hidden weapon away, then pierced through Bullseye's body with it. He casually fired two more energy blasts, shattering both of Bullseye's legs.
"Ugh! Hng!" Bullseye cried out in pain, but quickly forced himself to let out only a muffled groan, refusing to make another sound.
"Forget it. Your attacks are too disgusting. I'd better be more careful..." Robet shook his head as he looked at Bullseye lying on the ground like a dead fish. He condensed another small energy blast and tossed it into Bullseye's mouth, directly preventing him from spitting out anything strange again. He also intended to use it to finish Bullseye off later.
The next moment, Robet pressed a hand against Bullseye's head. Soon, he withdrew it with some helplessness. The two most important memories in Bullseye's mind were, first, Kingpin persuading him to turn toward goodness, only for him to resist and be sent flying, and second, Bullseye contacting the Brotherhood to find someone to assassinate Kingpin.
Robet found no specific clues about the Talisman in those memories. Fortunately, he had discovered the location of Kingpin's building, so he could go there and investigate for himself...
"Hm?" Just after receiving the memory images and preparing to deal with Bullseye, Robet suddenly sensed a Ki far more powerful than an ordinary person's approaching.
Outside Bullseye's gang, a towering figure over two meters tall came to a stop. His nose twitched, and a trace of compassion and sorrow flashed across his fierce, fleshy face. He quickened his pace toward the gang and sighed mournfully, "Amitabha, what a sin!"
"Hm? Is that Kingpin? Is he really a monk?" As the aura drew closer, Robet soon saw the enormous figure. After recognizing Kingpin, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The visual impact created by the contrast between Kingpin's appearance and his identity was simply too overwhelming.
"Uuugh!" Kingpin's appearance also caught Bullseye's attention. Sounds came from his throat. If Robet had not placed an energy blast in his mouth, Bullseye would certainly have called out to Kingpin for help.
After all, Kingpin had only wanted him to turn toward goodness and become a monk before this, whereas Robet now wanted to kill him. Bullseye did not want to die. If Kingpin could save him from Robet, then what would it matter if Bullseye pretended to be a monk under Kingpin's command for a while and put on an act by doing some good deeds?
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