"Ratatatata!!!"
A burst of automatic gunfire from a carbine, the spent casings clattering to the ground. After emptying his magazine, Matt retreated to reload, and Alejandro stepped forward, pulling the trigger of his rifle. Wade took the lead after Alejandro emptied his magazine.
The three coordinated, their combined firepower nearly continuous.
The bullets slammed into the wall, almost gouging out a large hole, sending debris flying.
"You guys are really enthusiastic."
Bullseye stood in the hallway's corner, twirling a billiard ball in his hand, before suddenly flinging it with all his might. The ball bounced twice off the wall and slammed into Wade's hand, breaking his finger bones.
"Fuck, how did he do that!"
Wade clutched his hand in pain, cursing. Suddenly, a pencil flew and embedded itself in his calf.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Matt gripped his gun with one hand, continuing to fire down the corridor, while the other hand dragged Wade back.
"We've reached our limit holding him off. Let's retreat."
He was remarkably calm. Wade was injured, and he and Alejandro alone couldn't stop Bullseye. Continuing would only lead to their deaths. Furthermore, and more importantly, Broly had communicated that he'd dealt with Goro Daimon.
"You want to escape? Did you get my permission?"
Bullseye toyed with a pen. Just as he was about to throw it, his phone suddenly rang.
"What now?"
He said impatiently.
"Mr. Bullseye, where the hell are you? Goro Daimon can barely hold on."
Filipoto's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What a waste!"
Bullseye said, casually flicking the pen. A muffled grunt came from the other end of the hallway. He couldn't disobey Kingpin's orders, so he had to help Goro Daimon deal with the Green Goblin first.
He picked up the gun case placed beside him, walked into a room of the mansion, and opened it, taking out the behemoth inside.
Inside the case was a 20mm Anti-Tank Rifle produced by Stark Industries, with a cable extending from the case and connected to the rifle. This was using the batteries in the case to power the electromagnetic railgun.
This rifle, which prioritized extreme destructive power, was a design by Tony Stark in his thirties. It was specifically designed for airborne troops, allowing paratroopers who couldn't carry heavy vehicles to have anti-tank capabilities.
The gun weighed twenty-five kilograms and used special gold-titanium alloy armor-piercing rounds. Accelerated by the electromagnetic railgun, the muzzle velocity reached an astonishing 2876 m/s, or Mach 8. It could penetrate most main battle tanks in service with potential enemy countries. But due to the extremely high cost and the extremely demanding requirements for operators, it failed in the bidding process, and only three prototypes were produced.
Even with Kingpin's connections, acquiring this monstrous weapon of great power cost him a lot of connections and money.
Mounting the rifle on a tripod, Bullseye took a deep breath and aimed at the courtyard below. He didn't believe the Green Goblin could withstand this level of attack.
However, Broly's figure didn't appear in the courtyard. He only saw Goro Daimon lying on the ground, life or death unknown, and Filipoto standing to the side, holding a phone.
"What the hell is going on? Where did the Green Goblin go?"
While he was puzzled, Filipoto suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke and transformed into Broly. That phone call wasn't from Filipoto; it was Broly who made it.
Filipoto's body lay lifeless on the ground, already killed with a single punch.
"The distance is thirty meters now. Let's see if you hit me first, or if I kill you first?"
Broly said somewhat excitedly.
Alejandro and the other two were not far away.
"What the hell is Broly doing? Even he would be dead if hit by that weapon."
Matt's eyebrows furrowed. He had already told Broly not to stay in the courtyard. He'd recognized the model of the rifle from the special gun case at a glance.
"Interesting! How interesting!" Bullseye licked his lips excitedly, placing his finger on the trigger: "Let me blow your head off."
He completed his aim almost instantly.
"Boom!"
Because it didn't use propellant, the sound of this rifle firing was much more muffled than a regular rifle, mainly due to the sound of the bullet exceeding the sound barrier.
The gun jumped violently, and the air blast overturned everything in the room. Almost simultaneously, Broly's body exploded, and the bullet entered the ground. The impact site was red-hot, and the ground first bulged and then began to collapse, revealing a three-meter-wide depression.
Wisps of white smoke emerged from underground.
At this speed, even gold-titanium alloy melted into liquid as it penetrated the soil layers. The white smoke was vaporized water vapor.
"Dead? No! Not yet!"
The Broly that was shot through slowly dissipated into the air, his figure appearing more than ten meters away.
After taking out Filipoto, Broly had completed the [Enemy's Fear] task and exchanged the accumulated resurrection points for Kame Style techniques.
With the foundation of the Satan Fighting Style and the Wolf Fang Fist, when he exchanged for the Kame Style techniques, he mastered the most basic Afterimage Fist.
Although Broly had become somewhat arrogant and combative due to the influence of his body, he was far from being so arrogant as to be overwhelmed by the desire to fight in his normal state.
"This power, getting hit in a vital spot would mean death."
Broly looked at the crater and made a judgment. If he were entangled by Goro Daimon, allowing Bullseye to fire at will, he would indeed be in a very dangerous situation. He wasn't sure if Wrath Form could withstand such a powerful shot.
"Boom!"
Bullseye shot the afterimage again, and he no longer appeared as relaxed as before, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. Even extremely strong soldiers could only fire this rifle three times at most.
More than three times, and the internal organs could be injured by the recoil.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
It was the first time he had pulled the trigger so many times without hitting his target.
"This speed, I'm used to it."
Broly squinted; he could vaguely see the trajectory of the bullets, although it was extremely blurred and almost like a hallucination, but it still gave him the possibility of dodging the shots without relying on the Afterimage Fist.
"I'll give you a chance. Next, I won't use the afterimage."
He shouted to Bullseye.
At this moment, Bullseye was bleeding from seven orifices due to the recoil. He hadn't killed Broly, but he was about to shake himself to death. But his hand was still steady, not trembling in the slightest on the trigger.
"Boom!"
Before he could pull the trigger a second time, an iron-cast-like palm had already landed on the back of his head.
"I win!"
"Boom!"
A violent explosion destroyed everything in the room; Bullseye was annihilated.
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