Bullseye's Exit

"Any other questions?"

Harry looked at the two of them.

"Oh, right, you're not fighting alone either. My father, remember? Norman Osborn. He's already built connections with the Prosecutor's Office. In fact, there have always been plenty of prosecutions against Kingpin—for drug trafficking, murder, and the like. Prosecutors dealing with cases like these get taken care of every year, but new hotheads always come in."

Bribery, kidnapping, coercion, even murder—Kingpin's criminal empire was a kingdom built on violence and lies. In this society, all of it was the sort of business that could not stand the light.

That was why Kingpin rarely provoked legitimate major players. Compared to one or two lone-wolf superheroes, an openly established force could deal him far more lethal damage.

And this time, Harry had already signaled Norman to fund the Prosecutor's Office's prosecution of certain crimes in Hell's Kitchen.

"Also, the Osborn Group and my father have reached an agreement with New York City Police Commissioner George Stacy. It's about increasing the police presence in Hell's Kitchen and setting up temporary witness protection zones. If you need to protect a witness, remember to contact him."

Harry took out a business card with George Stacy's phone number on it.

The police commissioner was Gwen's father, Spider-Man's future girlfriend. He was a very upright police officer. Introducing him to Matt was also part of Harry's plan—a plan to build the Osborn family's political influence.

"Well then, that's it for today."

Harry stood up, preparing to leave, but Matt grabbed him.

"You didn't bring bodyguards, did you? Someone's coming for you."

The moment he finished speaking, the office door was kicked open. The decrepit wooden door creaked before crashing to the floor with a bang.

It was Bullseye—a bald Irishman with a target carved into his forehead.

"Uh... who's this guy?" Foggy looked at Bullseye, then at Matt, who was on high alert.

"A Professional Killer, one of Kingpin's men. Remember the grocery store owner killed with a paper clip?"

"He doesn't look like a boss."

"He's a killer. Find somewhere to hide."

Harry almost laughed. At the same time, he was glad that he had completed the Spartan Project enhancement.

It was time to test his current strength, and the system seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry.

[Temporary Mission Issued: A Trial Run]

[Mission Objective: Subdue/Kill Bullseye Alone]

[Mission Reward: Spartan Warrior Training Program, Titanfall Training Program]

"Looks like someone's getting desperate. What did Kingpin tell you? Kill me, or kidnap me?" Harry slowly took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "Matt, step aside too."

Bullseye said nothing, but his expression made him look like a lunatic. And the way he took out a paper clip and straightened it made him seem like a performance artist—the particularly bizarre kind.

"Warming up first, huh?"

As Harry spoke, Bullseye flicked out the wire made from the straightened paper clip. Once thrown, it shot like a bullet from a gun, flying straight for Harry's throat!

"Urgh—"

Harry clutched his neck and collapsed limply onto the sofa. Bullseye swaggered inside, smugly swinging his coat.

Only Matt noticed something was wrong. Half helpless, half shocked, he took two steps back.

Just as Bullseye was about to speak, Harry sprang up with a bang!

"You didn't really think you hit me, did you, you bald freak?" With that, Harry forcefully flung the wire back. But lacking skill, his throw was neither accurate nor stable, and Bullseye easily caught it.

"You... you made me miss?!" Bullseye truly was an obsessive lunatic. When he got angry, he looked like he was having an asthma attack.

"Looks like someone else is getting desperate."

Harry shrugged. Bullseye's technique was indeed flawless, but after undergoing the Spartan Project enhancement, Harry could see every one of his movements clearly. He had even calculated the trajectories of those little things the instant Bullseye released the paper clip!

"See, I don't throw things around like a child just because I'm throwing a tantrum. So can we settle this faster, in a more manly way?" Harry said with a headache, watching Bullseye pull out a huge pile of darts and playing cards.

"I never miss!" The enraged Bullseye violently hurled the projectiles in his hands. A barrage of deadly weapons shot forth, and Harry knew he could not evade every hidden weapon this time.

Harry reached for the sofa and effortlessly lifted it as though it were a toy, holding it in front of himself as he charged Bullseye!

Matt, standing nearby, was already dumbfounded—it was a three-seater sofa!

Bang!

The tremendous impact rammed the sofa straight into the wall. Bullseye stared in disbelief as well. Luckily, he had dodged quickly, or he would probably have been embedded in the wall right now!

That collision not only cut off Bullseye's retreat, but also brought the two of them extremely close!

"Come on, let's settle this the old-fashioned way."

Harry threw a punch, but his amateurish boxing was always narrowly evaded by Bullseye. Bullseye quickly realized that this immensely strong Mr. Osborn seemed to have no fighting experience. He grabbed Harry's arm and, taking advantage of the moment when Harry's old strength had faded and new strength had yet to rise, used a joint lock to trap Harry's arm.

But as everyone knew, you could use a joint lock to restrain someone ten pounds heavier than you, twenty pounds heavier, or even more. But you could never restrain a tiger or an elephant, let alone when Harry's joints were harder than steel.

"Had enough?" Harry violently swung his arm, smashing Bullseye into the floor. Bullseye spat blood, and cracks even split across the ground. The old building swayed as glass fell and shattered with crisp sounds.

Matt felt a chill run through him as he sensed the scene—Mr. Osborn had been as weak as a chick just a month ago. How had he become Captain America today?

Harry frowned as he examined Bullseye lying on the ground, then viciously followed up with a kick, properly sending him into the wall. The onlookers trembled.

Of course, Harry did not deliver that extra kick because he had sadistic tendencies. The system simply had not yet notified him that the mission was complete.

[Mission Complete. Bullseye has been subdued.]

[Reward distributed.]

Only after seeing the system notification did Harry satisfactorily pull Bullseye out of the wall.

"I couldn't tell before, but you really... hit hard," Matt said.

Of course he did. Looking at Bullseye's twisted state, he was probably hanging on by only a thread. If they left him alone, he would likely die before long.

"Can this guy serve as an opening to prosecute Kingpin?" Harry asked.

"That would be difficult... As a Professional Killer, his identity information was erased long ago. And this pervert's mental state makes him unsuitable as a witness."

"Mm... true. Then why not just kill him?" Bullseye was still just an ordinary person at this point. Killing him would not take much effort.

"What? But..."

Matt was shocked again. He seemed about to say something, but Harry interrupted him.

"Please, are you really going to put on an act with me? How long could this guy stay locked up if we sent him to the station? Oh, right—with his mental state, it's questionable whether he could even go to prison. Think about how many people he's killed."

Matt fell silent. He knew Harry was right; he was simply uneasy.

"...Aren't you worried about your image?" Matt avoided discussing whether Bullseye should be killed and instead asked.

"Me? What do I have to worry about?" Harry put his clothes back on and took a sip of water. "An undocumented foreign Professional Killer attacks a successful millionaire devoted to improving citizens' lives, then gets killed by me in self-defense. I think that's a positive image."

"A tough businessman capable of protecting himself and others—is that negative? Leave this case to you. If you want to pin a few crimes on him, I support that too. It shouldn't be hard to dig up this guy's record."

Without waiting for Matt's response, Harry walked straight out of the office, giving Bullseye on the floor another kick on his way out.

"This time, the law is on our side. Go all out, Matt."