"Frank, you never said we'd run into something like this!"
Clint Barton couldn't help throwing out a jab. No matter how he looked at the centipede in front of him, it looked nothing like a vampire, and it even made him doubt the ultraviolet arrows he had prepared.
"I'd like to know the answer to that too. After I escaped, what the hell did that bastard Muzan Kibutsuji do?"
Forget Barton—even Frank himself was starting to wonder whether ultraviolet light would still work.
"When you were there, you're sure he hadn't made anything this insane?"
Barton nocked an arrow, sounding doubtful.
This thing was bigger than a truck. That wasn't a size something could eat its way into in a short time.
"I swear, the most he did was dissect a few living vampires!" Frank replied with a bitter smile.
"Right. That already sounds brutal enough!"
"That's what I thought too."
The two of them stayed on guard, yet their mouths never stopped moving. The enormous centipede's body hung in midair, as if it had not expected these two guys to be so arrogant.
As though provoked by their attitude, it let out a hiss in midair, then came charging toward them at high speed with a rumbling roar.
Its movements were both swift and extremely strange. Its walking legs were made up of dozens of dark greenish-black arms on either side, those arms supporting its body. When its entire body moved, it was even more ferocious than a heavy truck slamming head-on into them.
Bang!
Naturally, Frank was not going to sit around and wait to die. His pistol was the first to fire, sending a bullet out.
Hawkeye's exceptional dynamic vision let him clearly see the bullet's effect. The instant the bullet pierced one of the centipede's arms,