Bullseye (First Update)

Bullseye cursed inwardly.

Why was he so damn unlucky?!

He had originally been discussing cooperation with Owl today. Calling it cooperation was really just following Kingpin's orders to screw Owl over. Given the unequal balance of power between them, Owl's approach could be considered clever.

At least he could keep the title of boss.

Even if it was an empty title.

Bullseye had never been good at negotiations, intrigue, calculations, or anything like that. What he was good at was killing people.

Fortunately, Kingpin was powerful enough, so Bullseye only had to show his face. This had originally been Wesley's job, but for some reason, he had not shown up today.

He had barely managed not to botch the job. He returned home in a foul mood, but before his ass had even warmed his seat, a call from one of his men summoned him again.

Just as he was about to start cursing, the person on the other end gave him an address and hung up.

Bullseye froze for a moment, then suddenly realized: that was the secret address Kingpin had told him about—Wesley's residence!

Come to think of it, living in a place like this clearly did not suit Bullseye's tastes or needs. In fact, Kingpin had specifically ordered him to live here. Even the house purchase had been handled personally by Kingpin.

All to "protect Wesley's safety."

Bullseye understood perfectly well that Kingpin had placed him so close to Wesley not merely to protect him. There was probably more of an intent to monitor him...

It was just that such things could never be said openly.

Bullseye guessed that Wesley must have known full well that he was being watched, yet he still pretended not to know and went about every day as though nothing had happened.

The actual situation was this: Wesley knew he was being watched. Bullseye knew Wesley knew he was being watched, and he also knew Kingpin wanted him to do it. And Kingpin knew Wesley knew Bullseye knew he knew Wesley knew his intentions.

It sounded like a tongue twister, but it was actually very simple: Kingpin knew Wesley had exposed his weakness, and Wesley knew his act had been seen through.

Yet none of them had tacitly chosen to expose the others.

Because all of them understood that from the moment Kingpin became the king of the underworld, their relationship could no longer be merely friendship.

A king did not need friends. What he needed was absolute submission!

Bullseye headed straight for Wesley's residence after hanging up. Kingpin had indeed made him live here mainly to watch Wesley, but Bullseye also knew that if Wesley really died, he would not meet a good end either.

He soon arrived outside Wesley's door, but after observing the place, Bullseye found that there was not the slightest movement inside!

A few minutes later, some of Kingpin's other men arrived, fully armed.

Now he could not pretend to be unconcerned. Who knew whether Kingpin would ask these guys any questions!

To Bullseye, these people might have been more like overseers than anything else!

He casually threw a Nail he had picked up from the ground into the house. There was no expected sound of impact, no cries of injury, no sounds of someone dodging.

Seeing all the men staring at him, Bullseye felt a little embarrassed.

But no matter how embarrassed he was, Bullseye would absolutely not enter that house.

He was a homicidal maniac, but he was also a clever coward. If he knew someone was beyond his ability to provoke, he would never offend them. That was the best explanation for how he had committed countless crimes over so many years yet still lived so well.

Kingpin was an example.

After Kingpin approached him, Bullseye determined that he absolutely could not beat Kingpin. Once he also determined that Kingpin would never let him leave alive, he decisively pledged his loyalty!

Business was business. Nothing shameful about it~

Bullseye's hand-to-hand combat skills had never been particularly strong, merely stronger than those of ordinary people. Besides, his greatest strength lay in his genius-level marksmanship and throwing ability.

There was no doubt that rushing into a house where the enemy was hidden and he was exposed, without knowing what preparations the enemy had made, then engaging in close combat within a cramped space against an enemy who could withstand bullets, was practically suicide!

Kingpin will understand me.

Bullseye explained it to himself that way.

Anyway, he did not dare... No! It was not that he did not dare; he simply could not go inside. But he could not just stand outside and watch, either!

Kingpin might come personally before long!

His waving hand left afterimages!

Under the stunned gazes of the nameless henchmen, Bullseye threw all sorts of concealed weapons into Wesley's house!

At that moment, he alone was equivalent to a machine gun!

Then he heard that shout.

"Which damned bastard threw nails and stabbed Mr. Wesley to death?!"

If he could do it over again...

Bullseye's first thought was not to rush in and kill that guy, but rather...

Silence the witnesses!

He turned to look at the henchmen around him. Their eyes met, they whispered among themselves, and they avoided his gaze...

This was bad! If Wesley survived in the end, it would still be manageable. But if he really died, and if there were truly wounds from Bullseye's attacks on his body when he died...

Whether or not his attacks had killed Wesley, Kingpin would first learn that he had launched indiscriminate attacks without confirming whether Wesley was alive or dead!

Silence the witnesses?

He estimated the time, then counted the number of people present...

No!

Bullseye suddenly realized: all of that was meaningless!

Whether or not he could silence them all, Kingpin would deal with him in the end anyway. Instead of wasting time silencing witnesses, he might as well start running for his life now!

But what should he do?

Did he really have to run?!

Even if he successfully escaped, even if Kingpin did not hunt him down, was he supposed to live a life in hiding? Give up his current comfortable, respected life and wander everywhere like a stray dog?

In the span of a few seconds, countless thoughts churned through Bullseye's mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth: he might as well go all the way!

Destroy the evidence!

As long as no one actually saw that Wesley had died by his hand, everything could still be worked out!

"Damn it! What kind of idiot comes knocking and still can't kill a skinny bookworm after all this time?!"

How the hell do you even become a villain?!

When those nameless henchmen had arrived earlier, Bullseye had seen one piece of equipment they carried that was perfect for his plan...

He had managed to bluff his way through, but Kingpin's silent demeanor after arriving at the scene had been truly terrifying.

When he left, Kingpin sat in his car and glanced back at him. That look in his eyes...

Damn it!

What the hell was this?!

Bullseye returned home in a distracted state. He was now seriously considering leaving the Big Apple.

He was certain that he had not imagined Kingpin's undisguised look at the end!

Maybe... leave overnight?

But Bullseye could not be sure that he was not being watched!

Especially after what had happened today.

Just as he was thinking about it, the jumpy Bullseye noticed that someone seemed to be emerging from the woods outside his window!