American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

143. Bullseye’s Special Mission.

Outside of Hammerfall, the scenery was chaotic and confusing.

The Eye Candy Nightclub had an unusual guest today. Clouds obscured the full moon, and the stars had vanished from the sky. In this eerie atmosphere, an elderly man in a trench coat and fedora approached in the darkness.

He was once a mercenary employed by the Kingpin, having battled numerous superheroes. Forty-five years had passed, but his skills hadn't dulled. Now, he was a marshal under Red Skull and a feared executioner across the wasteland.

He was Bullseye.

Following Old Barton's trail, Bullseye arrived at the Orb's Nightclub. Staring at the building before him, Bullseye's lips trembled slightly, and his single eye felt dry. He exhaled a long breath, calming his rapid heartbeat.

He had had enough!

He was a warrior, one who yearned to challenge the strong.

He was tired of decades of mediocrity, of assisting Red Skull with trivial matters, and of a world without superheroes.

Years had passed with no superheroes rising to challenge evil. No one had lifted Thor's hammer to declare war on wickedness. Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman hadn't emerged from the time stream, and the offspring of superheroes had become less than stray dogs. His rampant actions went unchallenged. All he got was emptiness after his frenzy.

But!

It was all about to end.

After observing Hawkeye's elimination of the Clone Man, Bullseye's heart began to burn with excitement. Finally, a superhero had emerged, someone who could let him relive the past. This was a crucial moment for Bullseye, the most important battle of his life.

Slowly approaching the door of the Orb's Nightclub, Bullseye could clearly hear the music and laughter inside. He believed that the Orb Man would tell him Hawkeye's whereabouts. Pushing open the door, the noisy music and blinding lights made Bullseye smile involuntarily.

"Hello, welcome to the Eye Candy, please come in."

A friendly waitress approached. She was dressed as the Scarlet Witch, her figure was stunning, and her every move was incredibly enticing, like a soul-stealing enchantress. However, Bullseye was unaffected.

He raised his head, about to speak.

The next moment, Bullseye froze, his expression stiffening.

In the light, the waitress's face, slightly darkened, was covered in blood. Her enthusiastic smile now looked like a meticulously crafted death mask, with viscous blood dried into a blackish crust, clinging to her skin.

Bullseye's mind blanked. He instinctively prepared to seize her, but his gut told him there was no danger here. Blinking rapidly, Bullseye took two discreet steps back.

"Sir?" The waitress tilted her head, puzzled by Bullseye's actions.

Bullseye didn't respond. He raised his hand, covering his mechanical eye, and the girl's bloodstains vanished, replaced by the image of a normal woman, waiting eagerly for his response. Then, Bullseye lowered his hand and closed his eye.

In an instant, the girl vanished. Through his mechanical eye's night vision, the once brightly lit hall became pitch-dark, everything draped in black. Though the music was still loud, Bullseye felt an eerie silence. Moving forward, he walked into the hall unimpeded.

The hall was pitch-black, but Bullseye's mechanical eye with night vision kept his sight intact. The hall of the Orb Nightclub was strewn with dozens of corpses, frozen in their last poses, lifeless.

Covering his mechanical eye again, the glaring lights returned, and the stage was filled with beautiful girls dancing to the beat, flaunting their charms. In the audience, drunken mercenaries gathered in groups, occasionally bursting into laughter. The entire nightclub was steeped in a cheerful atmosphere.

Removing his hand, the scene of corpses reappeared.

Bullseye's heart stirred. He realized he was in an illusion. Someone had slaughtered everyone present and left a magical rune to maintain the pre-existing illusion. He had initially suspected it might be the work of Mysterio's illusion machine but quickly dismissed the thought.

Fearing Mysterio might use the same trick against Wolverine, Red Skull had secretly executed Mysterio long ago, and all his devices were destroyed, leaving no trace behind. Moreover, Mysterio's illusions were technological, capable of deceiving his mechanical eye. But this environment wasn't like that. The illusion affecting ordinary people was more akin to magic or witchcraft.

"Magic, huh?"

Bullseye played with a coin he found on a table, feeling a tinge of curiosity.

Under Red Skull's rule, magic shouldn't exist. Even those who practiced dark magic hid in remote areas, not daring to act so boldly near the city. Bullseye's steps moved, surveying the blood-soaked scene, his mind racing to reconstruct the murder.

"Empty eyes, vacant expressions, they were killed suddenly. The method was slashing, not shooting, indicating the attacker was fast, too fast for them to react. And the attacker's path was..."

Bullseye turned his head, following the blood trail to a table in the corner.

"That's the attacker's position."

Looking down, he saw a burly man torn in half. The upper body lay near the door, but the lower body was five meters away.

"The attacker is strong, stronger than I expected. This might not be the work of one person, but it's hard to say. Maybe they possess exceptional abilities."

The clues were more abundant than Bullseye had anticipated. The attacker seemed to have left the scene openly, perhaps believing the magic was enough to deal with anyone else, given the low foot traffic.

Pausing, Bullseye stood by a charred corpse.

Touching the surface lightly, he crushed some black material, bringing it to his nose. The pungent odor cleared his mind.

"High-voltage electricity... but not natural lightning, ruling out Mjolnir or magic. This seems more like... a technological product?"

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