Have They All Gone Too Far?

A four-star hotel: three people, three chairs, three glasses, a bottle of whiskey, and five male corpses on the floor, reeking of blood.

After taking a sip of his drink, Jack confirmed once again, "Mary, it really wasn't one of your personalities who brought Bullseye here?"

Mary, who was gulping down her drink, rolled her eyes at Jack. She did have three personalities, but they all shared memories with one another!

So none of them could fool the others!

Seeing that Mary was getting impatient, Jack wisely stopped pressing the issue and instead drank with Bullseye.

"Big bro, stop sighing. There's no hurdle in life you can't get over, right?"

Bullseye, who was drinking alone and lamenting life's unpredictability, turned his head away. He had no desire to deal with the guy who had put him in such a dilemma.

It all started two minutes ago.

After confirming that Jack was indeed the employer from his previous job—the one who had paid the deposit but whose job had not yet begun—Bullseye was dumbfounded on the spot!

Bullseye aspired to make a name for himself in the assassin business and even wanted to maintain a 100% success rate. Faced with such an exceptionally thorny situation, he nearly broke down right there.

If someone hired him to kill his own employer, that was not hard to resolve.

But if someone hired him to kill an employer whose job he had not even started yet, that was a problem!

And a huge one at that!

The best solution would have been to turn the fake attack at Jack's wedding into a real one and kill him on the spot.

But Jack wanted a fake attack, while that bastard Director House wanted Jack dead tonight.

The two demands directly conflicted.

If Jack died tonight, then his previous job would be a complete failure, and he would no longer have a 100% success rate.

If Jack did not die tonight, then his current job would fail, and he still would not have a 100% success rate.

So Bullseye, a top-tier assassin who had always kept alcohol at arm's length, had unusually downed a few drinks as he lamented just how difficult the long road of life could be...

Looking at the dispirited Bullseye, Jack felt that his own life had been pretty hard too.

For the first three years, he had worked himself to the bone before finally getting promoted to Level Six.

He had thought that, as a mid-level officer now, he could coast into retirement as a Level Six Agent. Then the system showed up!

The absurd part was that after enduring a month, not only had he failed to level up, he now owed the system more than thirty million Evil Points.

The most absurd thing was this DEBUFF, which turned every person Jack encountered into a fragile youth extremely prone to losing their fighting spirit.

Daredevil did not count!

That guy simply had poor psychological resilience!

Bullseye, though... forget it... absurd... truly absurd... absurd beyond words...

A dignified top-tier assassin, the future number one assassin in Hell's Kitchen, had two jobs collide and immediately drowned his sorrows in alcohol instead of trying to solve the problem.

And you want to be the number one assassin looking like that?!

Jack snapped!

He smashed his glass, grabbed Bullseye by his bodysuit, yanked him up, and started berating him.

"Get your ass together! You worthless piece of shit! Get it together!!!"

"Do you understand me?! Get it together!!!"

"Get it together!!! Get it together!!!"

Mary said, "If you want to encourage someone, you can't just keep repeating the same phrase."

Jack said, "You bloody-scene ML pervert, shut the hell up!!!"

Bullseye said, "How about you cancel the job?"

Jack said, "No! If I cancel it, you can kill me!"

In the end, at eleven that night, after a brainstorming session, a brainstorming consultation meeting, a brainstorming debate, and a brainstorming vote, the three finally reached a conclusion.

They should just kill Director House!

That was what he got for issuing this damn assignment!

But at that exact moment, a call from Hawkeye brought everything that followed to a halt.

"Jack! Something happened!"

"The intel was wrong! The Hunter fought his way out of the encirclement! He's heading toward you now!"

Hearing that the Hunter was coming for him, Jack's body jolted before he asked in confusion, "You didn't put a GPS on me, did you? And the Hunter just happened to get the tracker?"

Though Hawkeye was reluctant to admit it, he had no choice but to say over the phone, "Yes. Your agency badge is a GPS. Every Level Nine Agent knows that. You... hurry up and leave it somewhere. We're on our way too!"

After hanging up on Hawkeye, Jack took out his S.H.I.E.L.D. badge.

After examining the palm-sized item for a while, Jack tossed it onto the ground and crushed it beneath his foot.

"Didn't your friend tell you to leave it somewhere?" Mary asked with interest.

Jack slowly looked at Mary. "If you two don't want to get caught and I don't want to die, then this thing has to be destroyed. I ran some tests before... forget it, it's not important..."

Stopping halfway through made Mary somewhat unhappy, but how could Jack tell her that he had known the badge contained a tracking device from the moment he joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Fury had considered installing recording devices.

But some missions carried out by certain agents involved conversations that could trigger regional unrest...

So even though S.H.I.E.L.D. had entered the high-tech era, no agent's badge had ever been fitted with a recording device.

Jack had deliberately asked Hawkeye earlier to imply that he did not know the badge contained a tracking device.

As for whether Hawkeye believed him, that was up to him!

"Bullseye! Take me hostage!"

"Once we get into Hell's Kitchen, we'll split up!"

After saying that, Jack immediately held his hands out to Bullseye. The latter thought for a second, then took out a rope from his waist and tied up Jack.

In the end, everyone in the hotel watched as a man and a woman took a man in a black suit hostage and left the hotel.

After getting into Jack's car, Bullseye drove, Jack played the hostage, and Mary... whistled and winked at muscular men by the roadside.

Jack said, "Act properly!!!"

Once Bullseye started the car, Jack watched the window warily. Having already pulled a dagger from his pant leg, he was ready to cut the rope and enter combat at any moment.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way to Hell's Kitchen.

There was not even the sound of a police siren, let alone anyone flying around in the sky.

Once they arrived, Bullseye pulled the car over and asked, "What do we do next?"

"I'm going to kill House. You two are coming upstairs with me to end his life. Tonight, your... Bullseye, your matter will be settled."

After cutting the rope, Jack led the two straight toward the Hell's Kitchen Precinct.