The onlookers and even Daredevil collectively sucked in a breath.
"He's brutal… way too brutal."
"He just snapped that guy's leg with one kick. The power behind that…"
In his suit, Senator Eisen studied Maguire thoughtfully from a distance. The young woman in the silver evening dress beside him wore a look of outright fear—Maguire's ruthlessness had clearly left its mark on her.
Daredevil silently offered a prayer for the assassin.
*Hope he at least gives you a quick death.*
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Maguire stared down at Bullseye with mock confusion.
"Why aren't you running? I told you to run."
Bullseye almost wished he could end his own life right there. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation.
His temper flared.
"Damn it—if you're gonna kill me, then do it now! Enough with the—"
SLAP.
The sharp crack echoed across the street. Bullseye's head snapped sideways, the world spinning. A beat later, the sting and burning ache on his cheek hit him, and blood welled in five jagged lines where Maguire's fingers had landed.
Maguire's eyes hardened.
"You just curse at me? Go ahead—try it again."
Bullseye panted through the pain, glaring at him in defiance.
Maguire smirked.
"Oh, I get it—you're not convinced. Why are you staring at me like that?"
He flicked his finger forward, striking Bullseye's right eye.
The scream was instant and bloodcurdling.
"My eye! My eye!" Bullseye clutched at it, blood seeping between his fingers. Even with only a finger's worth of Maguire's power, the damage was catastrophic—the eye shattered.
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The crowd, Eisen, and the woman beside him all looked on in shock.
"He's a monster. This is cruelty."
"God, never let me end up in his hands… there's no dying clean with him."
---
Bullseye, writhing on the ground, forced himself to speak through the pain.
"Please… I'm begging you… kill me."
Maguire chuckled.
"You're joking, right? Why would I kill you? Then I'd be a murderer. You think I'm stupid? I'm not the FBI—why would I kill you?"
People nearby exchanged looks.
*Buddy, you're worse than the FBI.*
*If I had to choose, I'd surrender to the Feds before I'd let this guy touch me.*
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Half his cigar burned away, Maguire glanced down at Bullseye's distinctive branded target.
"Gotta admit, nice piece of work. Suits me."
He pressed the glowing tip of the cigar directly to the center of the mark.
Bullseye screamed again.
Maguire raised an eyebrow.
"What's with the noise? Got a problem with me?"
The killer snapped his mouth shut instantly, terrified that another wrong move might cost him his tongue.
Maguire pulled out his phone and called the NYPD.
"Yeah, NYPD? Thirteenth District—got an attempted hit here. Suspect's in custody. Come pick him up."
For the first time in his life, Bullseye desperately wanted the police to arrive.
Maguire stood and walked toward Daredevil—happening to plant his heel on Bullseye's injured hand on the way, drawing another shriek.
He stopped in front of the red-suited vigilante.
"Why are you still here? Planning to steal my 'Citizen of the Year' award?"
Daredevil exhaled sharply.
"Fine. I'm leaving."
He vanished into a side alley.
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The young woman in the silver dress approached.
"Thank you… for saving my father. I'm Erica. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Eisen stepped forward with a smile.
"I can't thank you enough. May I have your name? And… would you consider becoming my personal bodyguard? Name your price."
Maguire's reply was a cold snort.
"You? Not a chance. Get lost."
He knew exactly who Eisen was—and exactly how much blood was on his hands from working with the Kingpin.
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