Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 193 The Glory the Villain Truly Pursues!

The search on Earth continues.

Bullseye stayed in a corner, while simultaneously directing the doctor next to him to remove the tracking chip from his mechanical eye.

How should I put this?

Originally, he did work for Red Skull. After all, he had done his fair share of things like being a gangster assassin. Didn't he used to work for Kingpin?

It's just a change of leadership now; it doesn't make any difference to him.

Unfortunately, in this almost decaying world, as superheroes gradually begin to die and disappear, these supervillains who have ruled for countless years seem to have become a little mentally unstable.

Once upon a time, they were still reveling in their great victory of completely wiping out the heroes. They were living a life of wild indulgence and began to please themselves in every way they could think of, doing things they could never have done before.

But then what?

and then?

When they successfully fulfilled their lifelong dream, and when they hoped to stay as before, they were surprised to find that this time the superheroes seemed to be really dead.

They will no longer spring up again like they used to, only to be defeated, imprisoned, and then burst out again, using their superior intelligence or immense strength to incite another uprising.

That's how it should have been.

Superheroes defeat supervillains, then the villains come back and defeat the heroes, and then the heroes come back again—that's how it should be.

Instead of now.

If the heroes are gone, what value do the villains have?

As rulers, they were undoubtedly incompetent.

When they discovered that their shameful lives had been spent in such a meaningless way, they all went somewhat insane.

They desperately need some rivals, some enemies, some familiar faces to pop up again so they can find meaning in their lives.

But there was nothing, absolutely nothing.

The immense sense of emptiness instantly made all the supervillains feel anxious and uncertain.

Of course, this only applies to those with lofty wills, like Red Skull, who sometimes even goes so far as to wear Captain America's uniform and helmet, stand in front of the glass, and quietly look at himself, trying to relive the moment when he defeated Captain America again. .

Unfortunately, after doing something too many times, he became completely bored with it.

More than anything else, Bullseye was already getting excited while carrying out this task.

This is a kind of...

A feeling of excitement that he had once felt immensely joyful.

A new hero has appeared!!

He greeted his old friend, Ms. Claire Tape, who was once nicknamed the Midnight Doctor, and asked her to remove all the bullets fired from his body by the assassins sent by Red Skull for disobeying his orders. He originally wanted her to remove the tracking chip from his mechanical eye as well.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do it.

The mechanical prosthetic eye called Necrolock was a highly sophisticated technology possessed by Red Skull, but for the woman before him, the two were worlds apart.

The bullseye, whose surgery was performed without any anesthesia to ensure his mind was clear, was now moving, his body completely healed.

As a gangster, he knew that there were some guys he shouldn't mess with, like doctors, because you never know when you might need their help, like right now.

Bullseye, unusually elegant and gentlemanly, took away the scalpels one by one, then smiled and thanked the old woman in front of him.

"Bulleye, come out! We know you're in there. Let us give you a quick death!"

Amidst the neighing of hooves, Jiang Cheng, with his sharp eyes, slightly opened the window covered by a white cloth, watching the assassins who were already armed and pursuing him.

Bullseye grinned menacingly; that Red Skull was clearly looking down on him.

"Oh, exhilarating? What's the fun in that?"

He casually grabbed a scalpel from the plate.

"You've already helped me enough, Dr. Tep."

Don't worry, I will take care of these troubles. I will try my best to keep death and destruction outside.

I'm very grateful for your help, but now I need to go do something meaningful.

Bullseye is out.

This was a senseless massacre.

He didn't take these top-tier warriors, each personally trained by a master of imitation, seriously at all.

Even when he gets old!

Even if he only has one eye left!

But he is still the bullseye who can hit anything with pinpoint accuracy!

But he is still the bullseye who can hit anything with pinpoint accuracy!

As all his enemies fell one by one, he felt as if his body had been revitalized. Even though he was panting heavily, he felt as if he had never felt so satisfied before.

He had a goal.

No, they are a group of targets.

Bullseye leaned against his motorcycle and took out a bottle of beer that was already frozen.

The chilled food made him feel incredibly refreshed.

"If you're here to cause trouble too, then hurry up and make your move. I don't mind killing another guy."

"No, I just came to see you, not to fight you."

The Taskmaster, also wearing a skull mask, slowly walked out.

In this universe, he is definitely not a woman, but a genuine man.

But similarly, the voice emanating from that somewhat weathered throat also signifies that he, too, is old.

Meanwhile, looking at his old friend who seemed to have regained his youth, he was very puzzled. He didn't understand what had gotten into this guy, why he would disobey Red Skull's order to continue the pursuit and instead go off alone to track down another group.

"Then get back to where you came from and tell Red Skull! I quit."

Lao Tzu has a new target, and don't mess with him, or I'll kill them all.

Bullseye threw the empty beer bottle on the ground, the sound of it shattering accompanied by flying shards of glass.

In the blink of an eye, he hopped on the motorcycle, pressed the throttle, and sped off into the distance, leaving the imitator standing there.

He's not the kind of villain with a strong sense of pursuit that Bullseye portrays; he's more like a bounty hunter, doing whatever pays him.

He was just a mercenary; he didn't have any grand ambitions.

He could probably tell that the other person had guessed something, but he didn't want to care.

He just wants to enjoy his retirement and then retire peacefully.

Although he doesn't think he'll be able to retire properly.

He glanced one last time at an elderly woman in the medical room in the distance, then tossed his cloak and left.

He didn't need to fight that damned dog to the end; he just needed to go back and report to Red Skull.

Are you kidding me? How much money is it? You'd risk your life for that?

On the boundless Gobi Desert, the dust kicked up began to spread wildly into the air, as if a sandstorm had been unleashed, and all of this was because of the man riding the motorcycle.

A maniacal smile played on Bullseye's lips.

Based on his experience, he can assure you that Hawkeye is indeed on this team, along with other younger players.

Including Hawkeye, there were four men and two women.

The three men among them were quite skilled.

The girl's movements became somewhat stiff.

The fleeting figure woke up the Tyrannosaurus Rex that was resting in the Gobi Desert.

It roared, trying to catch up with the thing that was disturbing its sleep, but Bullseye simply ignored it.

He simply pulled a dagger from his motorcycle and casually tossed it behind him.

The dagger, spinning wildly in the air, struck the Tyrannosaurus Rex directly in the eye, just like a top-level Olympic javelin thrower.

Blood splattered, the Tyrannosaurus Rex roared, and then collapsed to the ground. The huge cloud of dust it kicked up began to tremble slightly, as if an earthquake had struck.

Bullseye continued to advance.

He wanted to achieve a perfect victory, a struggle, a fight, a battle with the heroes of the past, a fight to the death.

He deserves it!

He deserved to die like that!