At this moment, grains of sand were floating everywhere in his field of vision, and a giant hand made of sand was grabbing at him.
Bullseye quickly retreated, and after narrowly avoiding it, his skin was still cut by some grains of sand. He touched the blood flowing out of his face and said with a sad smile: "It seems we should say goodbye."<
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"Want to leave? It's not that easy! You haven't really seen the strength of the Iron Patriots yet?!" James expressed his opinion seriously, at least on the face of it, it would look better.
Baker condensed into a human form. He looked at Bullseye and sneered: "You'd better keep your life here."
"Hey, hey, hey! That's a laser, not mine!" Bullseye waved.
"Bang!"
The Punisher raised his hand and shot him.
"Hey, hey, this is not a polite thing to do." Bullseye laughed and backed away.
Baker moved forward step by step, raising the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter whether you shot the laser, what's important is that I am going to beat you now, at this moment, right now!"
Sand and soil are flying, the deafening sound of breaking through the air resounds throughout the world, and the sound of bullets being fired is endless.
But things were obviously not that simple. Robert discovered that there was a bigger explosion after the three people's combined attack.
Rob and the other three felt particularly strongly because one of the explosive packets was buried in the garbage directly below them.
I saw that the nearby garbage mountains seemed to have erupted "magma", and all this impurity-rich "magma" rushed toward the "basin".
"Let's go!" Robert left the observation point and turned towards the living area of Hell's Kitchen.
Peter and Akers also struggled to keep up with Robert. Peter was surprised: "They actually installed explosives near here. Isn't this crazy?!"
"I was not joking when I said they would bury explosives in every inch of land in Queens. This means that they have already made preparations for this garbage dump that has no jurisdiction." Robert said.
He said while rushing in the direction where Bullseye retreated.
Climbing high and looking from afar, Robert and the three of them could clearly see the situation below, including Bullseye's retreating figure.
And Baker's side is going crazy. Mountains of garbage are pouring towards them from all directions. You can imagine the extent of their psychological shadow at this time.
If you look at the fact that the motherland retreated within five seconds of joining the battlefield, you can understand the horror of the local environment.
Now coupled with the horror of movement, it’s really a surprise.
When several people evacuated the area, not to mention Bullseye, not even the shadow of Bullseye was seen.
"James, can't the Iron Patriot fly?" Reyes looked gloomy.
The Iron Patriot's helmet automatically moved down, revealing James' thick eyebrows and big eyes. James raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm really sorry, but the Iron Patriot doesn't seem to be able to fly yet."
Reyes was holding back a sense of resentment in her heart, and now she could only say in a cold voice: "Mission failed, retreat."
Is this the end of the matter?
After hearing the order, Baker and Frank looked at each other. One of them fired a round of bullets, and the other yelled a few words.
I'm just using the two of them as bait.
Let’s not talk about the mood of this group of people for now.
At least Robert is in a much better mood now, because the three of them finally found Bullseye's temporary hiding place.
It's not easy to say this. Bullseye seems to be a lone wolf in the wilderness. He is very vigilant about everything. As long as they follow them all the way, they will not know the turns they have taken and the paths they have taken.
Fanji.
If it weren't for Peter's ability to fly spider threads, the three of them might be staring at a certain alley extending in all directions.
The three of them squatted on the top of a rental house in Hell's Kitchen, using a parapet to block most of their bodies, leaving only three faces of different looks exposed.
Peter looked at Bullseye who was making a call in the rental house next door: "You still have to call now, do you want to call Kingpin?"
"It's obvious." Robert's eyes signaled the two of them to listen quietly to Bullseye and Kingpin's conversation.
"How are things going?" A rich and rough voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I've already taken care of it. They're just two bugs that lured me to the bait. They have some strength."
"Oh? That means you didn't deal with them?"
Bullseye said: "A guy who is immune to bullets and lasers, a recently famous Punisher, and even a bullshit mecha used by the police. I don't have the ability to deal with these three tough guys together.