Bullseye Arrives

An assassin was coming, but instead of panicking, Bai Jing was downright excited.

What were life's three greatest joys?

She likes me, and I can kill in self-defense!

Pulling out a two-meter-long sniper rifle, Bai Jing immediately began scanning it.

It didn't matter that he had never used one before. Young people learned quickly, and the PTRD-41's structure and workings were extremely simple. Bai Jing scanned it once, figured out its construction, and knew how to fire it!

The PTRD-41 was single-shot and manually loaded. Though that made it much slower than modern sniper rifles, that authentic feel was even more exhilarating for a military enthusiast.

Did proper sniper rifles even have automatic fire?

If it could fire automatically, was it still a proper sniper rifle?

Disgraceful!

Loading the round and pulling the bolt could have been done with gravity, but that would have ruined the feeling. Bai Jing still chose to use his hands.

He could use gravity while aiming, though, lifting the rifle and holding it steadily in midair as he sensed the rifling and threads within the barrel.

After a simple calculation, a trajectory appeared in his mind.

Cracking the window open, Bai Jing aimed at a seagull flying through the sky and abruptly pulled the trigger!

The thunderous blast startled him. Then his eyes lit up as he clearly watched the bullet leave the barrel, carve a ripple through the air, and brush past the seagull!

Awesome!

So this was that exciting? Just watching felt incredible, and doing it himself felt even better!

No wonder snipers were everyone's favorite role in all kinds of shooting games!

Some calculations were off! Bai Jing adjusted the trajectory in his mind. Comparing it with the previous shot gave him more accurate data. The trajectory he simulated now was the most precise possible.

There was no need for a second shot!

Other snipers relied on experience and instinct.

Bai Jing relied on exceptional eyesight and mathematics!

A person's condition fluctuated, and experience and instincts declined if left unused for too long.

But mathematics never did.

More importantly, the gunshot seemed to have drawn the neighbors' attention. One after another, they crouched behind their windows and cautiously looked outside.

Even the constant wail of police sirens outside was getting closer.

In an alleyway, a figure was caught the instant he fell, then tossed into a nearby dumpster. The lid was carefully closed afterward.

A middle-aged man in a suit, with a receding hairline, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Amid swirling smoke, he walked out of the alley and even shot a flirtatious look at the two girls approaching him.

The two girls clutched their chests and excitedly turned around, but unfortunately, the man did not stop.

Otherwise, the hotel beside them would inevitably have hosted quite a battle!

The man entered a café and sat down at an empty table.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Black coffee. No sugar," the man said with a smile.

"Certainly!" The waitress nodded and turned to leave. When she returned, she brought not only a cup of coffee but also a note tucked beneath it.

A string of numbers was written on it.

The man smiled, raised the coffee for a sip, then leaned back against the sofa and looked toward the distant street.

"He can drain someone's blood just by touching them, and he can catch bullets barehanded." The man took out a single round and rolled it across his fingertips.

"Colt Python. Four-inch barrel, 102 millimeters long, 240 millimeters overall length, weighs 1.1 kilograms, uses nine-millimeter rounds, muzzle velocity 320 meters per second!"

And he could catch a bullet traveling at that speed with his hand.

If it was not a magic trick, then how did he do it?

Since he was asian, perhaps he used qi?

Like those shadowy ninjas?

Then some of the preparations he had made earlier would be useless. He needed something more powerful!

He sat by the window, nursing a cup of coffee for an entire afternoon. Yet his behavior did not seem out of place. There were plenty of mental workers on this street, and no shortage of people drinking coffee while thinking up scripts.

But after night fell, those people gradually left as well.

The city lights came on. Crowds flowed through the streets, until everything eventually settled back into silence.

"Hello, we're closing now." It was the same waitress, gently tapping the table.

"Oh, okay!" The man nodded. "The coffee was delicious. Thank you!"

"It was nothing!" The waitress blushed. "If... I mean, if you don't have anywhere to go, I can temporarily offer you a place to stay?"

"No need." The man shook his head and picked up the clothes draped over the chair. "If there's another chance, I'll come again."

He stepped outside and stood in the shadows. It was as if he had melted into them, vanishing without a trace.

Yet the street that should have quieted down began to gather more and more people.

They carried guns and machetes, their faces vicious. They did not look like decent people.

Soon after, an asian man emerged amid the crowd.

Short hair, a white tracksuit, deep eyes—every feature matched!

"Sure enough, he has no respect for Kingpin at all!" Sitting on a rooftop, the man watched the crowd below and sneered. "An ignorant fool. Does he think taking down one little gang makes him something special?"

Honestly, I finally got some time off, and this guy had to waste it!

He opened the silver-white case he had placed on the balcony beforehand and quietly assembled his weapon. This place was nearly four hundred meters above the ground, and the crowd below was making such a racket that no one could possibly hear him!

Then he braced the rifle against the wall, and the asian man's head appeared in his scope!

He pulled the trigger.

It was that simple!

Smiling, the man looked at the asian man—then saw him turn around in the magnified scope and flash him a brilliant smile.

"Huh?" A chill ran through the man's heart. He immediately jerked his head aside as the sniper rifle in his hands exploded with a deafening blast!

A bullet had shot into the muzzle, but because its diameter was too large, the muzzle of his sniper rifle could not contain it and burst apart!

"How is that possible?!" Though he was an assassin, assassins in the Marvel Universe were hardly conventional assassins. After his attempt failed, instead of fleeing for miles, he cried out in shock.

"Isn't it windy up there?" the asian man below called. "Why not come down and talk?"

"Hmph!" The man shook his head. He was not stupid. There were over a hundred people down there. Going down would be suicide!

"If you won't come down, I'm going to hit the Viper Gang. You can't kill me, so how are you going to explain that to Kingpin later?" the asian man below shouted again.

"Hmph." The man said nothing. I'll just follow you to the Viper Gang. Keep your guard up if you can!

The moment you relax for even a second, I'll kill you!

After all, did he really think the Viper Gang would be easy to deal with?

"Boss!" Only then did the gang members below realize that their boss seemed to have been targeted for assassination. They hurriedly formed a protective formation around him.

"Enough, enough!" Bai Jing waved a hand. "Focus on business. He's just a petty thief, nothing to worry about!"

"Really..." Ryan did not understand, but an assassin who had not even gotten the chance to act before their boss forced him to reveal his position probably was just some insignificant crook!

"Attack!" Reassured, Ryan raised his hand and shouted.

The Viper Gang was just next door, only one street away. It was only a few hundred meters, and they reached it in a run!

Bai Jing fell to the rear, narrowing his eyes and listening closely!

This was no insignificant crook!

Even when Bai Jing fired suddenly while moving at double speed and lifting the rifle with gravity, that man had managed to dodge!

And the sound of assembling the rifle had been extremely faint. If Bai Jing had not been alert, he might very well have overlooked it!

Even now, as the man ran across the rooftop, the sounds he made were barely perceptible!

"Kingpin doesn't have many capable subordinates, if I remember correctly. Could this be Bullseye?" Bai Jing frowned.

He was not afraid of anyone fighting him at close range, but someone like Bullseye was troublesome at long distance.

Any bullet he noticed could be stopped by Gravity Field, but the ones he did not notice were dangerous!

After all, sniper rounds traveled at nearly three times the speed of sound. By the time his gravity sensed them, they would be less than a meter away, leaving him only 0.0001 seconds to react!

But on the surface, Bai Jing remained calm, his steps unhurried, as if he did not care about that assassin at all!

In just a few dozen seconds, the group had crossed 46th Street and arrived at 45th Street.

Ahead, the Viper Gang's men were already waiting in full battle formation!