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Chapter 163 From Bullseye to One-Eyed (Updated 1/3)

Xia Zuo earned the widest respect in the Hell's Kitchen gang primarily because he was an exceptional fighter.

Whether it's fists or gun skills, no one in Hell's Kitchen can beat Shazo.

Shazo, with his massive fist, was fearsome, but the key to earning the gang's respect lay in adhering to one rule: never firing the first shot.

This is absolute confidence, and also the greatest kindness.

This rule means that none of the people sent away by Xia Zuo were innocent.

So instead of emptying the Punisher's magazine, Xia Zuo lunged at it.

He first knocked the ricocheting dagger away, then slammed the butt of his pistol into the Punisher's forehead.

With Xia Zuo's strength, he knocked him unconscious in one blow.

Xia Zuo turned the unconscious Punisher over, handcuffed his hands behind his back, removed all the weapons from his body, and then threw him into his trunk.

He didn't want this guy covered in gunpowder and blood to contaminate the carriage.

After all this was done, the people hunting down the Punisher appeared.

They were a group of gangsters.

They drove pickup trucks or rode motorcycles, equipped with all sorts of guns; one gangster even had an RPG slung over his shoulder in the back of a pickup truck.

Xia Zuo looked closely and found that these guys were all unfamiliar faces, and even the signs identifying them were brand new.

Old man Shazo Dawson grinned maliciously: "I knew it! Which gang has the guts to fire a shot on my turf?"

"So it turns out they're a newcomer, and a complete outsider at that."

"Tsk, even a newcomer from out of town should at least do their research beforehand. To brazenly openly shoot and kill people in Hell's Kitchen—is this a deliberate provocation of the rules I set?"

"Shift!! It's only been a few days since I've seen bloodshed, and some bastard dares to challenge my authority, Xia Zuo!"

"Heh, you're out of luck. Your lives will have to add some color to my name."

Xia Zuo made up his mind to kill, but he did not forget that as a police officer, he should follow the legal procedures.

He raised his gun and shouted, "Stop advancing! Drop your weapons! Submit for inspection!"

The gangsters were stunned, realizing that they had 32 people on their side, while the other side only had one plainclothes policeman.

We have 38 guns and pistols, plus an RPG, while the police on the other side only have a Glock pistol.

Unaware that they were about to face dire consequences, the foreign gangsters burst into laughter after a few seconds of silence.

"Good heavens, how can there be such a fool?"

"Is he blind? Can't he see how many people and guns we have?"

"He probably wants to die."

Sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, with most of his body sticking out of the window, the leader raised his gun.

Just before he fired, he yelled to his henchmen in the truck bed, "Hey, Mike, give him a shock, kill him with an RPG!"

"Haha, great!"

The guy carrying the rocket launcher shouted loudly and laid the RPG flat on his shoulder.

The next moment, the gang leader pulled the trigger.

boom!

Unsurprisingly, his bullet missed.

The gang leader fired first, and before he could pull the trigger a second time, Xia Zuo shot him in the right eye.

Before the gang leader could even lower his head, and the muscular man who had just laid down his RPG had barely squinted his left eye to aim, his tightly closed left eye became a bloody hole.

The backs of the two people's heads exploded almost simultaneously, scattering large splatters of red oil and tofu pudding.

After shooting down the two guys, Xia Zuo didn't stop. He first used [Magnetic Control] to draw magnetic targets on the heads of each unlucky guy holding a high-powered weapon.

Then he pulled the trigger repeatedly, shooting out the eye in the center of the target and blowing off the unfortunate brain in the process.

Xia Zuo indeed adheres to the principle of "not firing the first shot".

However, he also insisted on the principle of "not giving the enemy a second chance to fire a shot".

The two principles complement each other, together constructing the authority of the King of Hell's Kitchen.

Therefore, once Xia Zuo opens fire, he will not stop shooting until all the enemies have fallen.

Xia Zuo's shooting speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, and he can fire 5 shots per second, and every shot can blow someone's head off.

In an instant, the 13 bullets in the original magazine of the Glock pistol were emptied, and the 13 heads at the front of the convoy were smashed like watermelons.

Red and white tofu pudding was splashed by the wind, covering the gangsters behind it from head to toe.

These hideous-looking creatures froze, then felt an unprecedented nausea.

Some of them were dry heaving, while others vomited directly.

The smell in the air became even more unpleasant.

Although gangsters live a life of violence and bloodshed, in most cases they only create a show of force and rarely actually fight or kill people.

After all, no matter what business a gang does, its main purpose is to make money, not to kill.

Their ferocity and ruthlessness are mostly an act.

If more than a third of the people had their heads blown off in an instant like today, even a battle-hardened and well-trained army would suffer a collapse in morale.

For these gangsters, it was a level of terror that was completely beyond measure; everyone was terrified.

The gangsters were completely unable to recover from their fear and shock, watching helplessly as Xia Zuo walked towards the center of the road, changed his magazine, and raised his gun again.

Seeing the dark gun barrels pointed at them, the gangsters were terrified and let out howls like dying beasts.

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

"Fire! Fire!"

"Shoot!"

The gangsters, in a desperate struggle, raised their guns and began firing wildly.

Xia Zuo was stunned by the gangsters' performance. He couldn't help but exclaim, "They lost a third of their men instantly under my gun, yet instead of collapsing in morale and immediately laying down their weapons to surrender, they still dared to attack me?"

"Which gang is this?"

"So incredibly brave!"

In fact, Xia Zuo misunderstood these gangsters; they had no unwavering fighting spirit whatsoever.

These guys were completely terrified. Not only did they forget that they had the option of running away or surrendering, they even forgot where they came from or who they were hunting down.

Among these gangsters driven mad by fear, a significant portion of them forgot to disengage the safety from their guns, standing there dumbfounded, frantically pulling the trigger without realizing that no bullets were being fired.

But this kind of fool survived to the end.

Xia Zuo dodged and weaved through the hail of bullets. He wasn't dodging bullets, but rather the direction the guns of the 19 enemy soldiers were pointing. It wasn't too difficult.

In the first round of attacks, he took down gangsters armed with assault rifles and RPG rocket launchers.

The remaining pistols and submachine guns were much weaker; even if they hit vital organs directly, they could not threaten Xia Zuo's life.

As Xia Zuo loaded his bullets, he arranged the order in which to shoot the remaining 19 men.

The first person shot was the one who was able to fire a gun and point it at his own car.

His car is very expensive; even just getting it repainted would cost several thousand dollars.

Moreover, Skye, the future genius hacker, was sitting in the car, and Xia Zuo absolutely could not allow the girl to be harmed by stray bullets.

Then, several guys who had accurately pointed their guns at Xia Zuo were shot dead.

Although you won't be truly harmed by submachine guns, bullets will hurt a lot when they hit you, so such threatening people should naturally be eliminated first.

Finally, those who can fire normally but without any strategy, letting bullets fly wildly, are the ones to be killed.

After Xia Zuo emptied his second magazine, another 13 heads exploded.

Only six gang members remained alive.

Three of them were idiots who forgot to disengage their gun safety, and three were idiots who only had one gun and forgot to reload after firing it empty.

Seeing that the threat had been completely eliminated, Xia Zuo stopped moving and slowly changed his bullets, putting psychological pressure on the six idiots.

Seeing that the six men opposite him had turned pale, Xia Zuo shouted one last time, "Drop your weapons! Lie down on the ground! Put your hands where I can see you!"

This time, the gangsters took it to heart.

The six men hurriedly dropped their guns, ignoring the bloodstains on the ground, and quickly lay down on the ground, placing their hands on the back of their heads.

Xia Zuo was very satisfied with their obedience, so he put away his pistol, went back to his car, took out a bundle of plastic cable ties, and prepared to tie up the gangsters.

Before leaving, he instructed, "Skye, call 911 and tell them there are a lot of people shot."

Skye was no longer afraid; her eyes were bright and full of curiosity about Shazo.

Upon hearing Xia Zuo's instructions, she agreed without hesitation: "Okay, boss."

As Xia Zuo led the zip tie toward the six gangsters, six daggers suddenly flew from the street corner, accurately hitting the necks of the six unfortunate men.

Because their nerves were severed, the six men immediately began experiencing twitching in their hands and feet and foaming at the mouth.

Within seconds, they lost consciousness, their heart rate soared to 220, and they would die completely within a minute or two.

Xia Zuo dropped the cable ties, pulled out his Glock pistol again, and aimed at the spot where the six daggers had been thrown.

He shouted, "Who's there?"

A man wearing a plaid coat and a black soft hat walked out from the street corner.

He had a toothpick dangling from his mouth, a mocking smile on his face, and his eyes were full of disdain as he looked at Xia Zuo.

The man with the large gold chain shook his head, as if he were in a daze from the drug.

He staggered toward Shazo, saying, "I know you, Officer Shazo Dawson."

"I heard you're the NYPD's top marksman, but I always thought it was just the cops bragging."

"But seeing your battle today, taking down 32 gunmen all by yourself with just one gun, is truly remarkable. The title of sharpshooter is well-deserved."

"I also heard that you killed that perverted woman, Typhoid Mary, which is even more remarkable."

Xia Zuo asked again, "Who are you?"

The man shook his head, causing his neck to crack, and the large gold chain around his neck swayed from side to side.

He took a deep breath, removed his soft hat, revealing a large, white bald head and the target in the center of his forehead.

Xia Zuo chuckled and said, "So it was you, Bullseye."

Bullseye, the master of weapon throwing, is said to be able to kill his target no matter what he throws.

It is said that he once used playing cards to tear apart an enemy's throat, spat out broken teeth that pierced an enemy's skull, and even managed to throw a paper airplane far away, blinding the target.

The most outrageous rumor is that he once shot and killed an enemy 90 meters away with a toothpick in his mouth.

Xia Zuo recognized Bullseye's identity and relaxed completely, letting down his guard.

He turned off the body camera on his chest, unloaded the bullet from the gun, locked the safety on his pistol, and put it back in its holster.

Just kidding, no matter how good Bullseye's throwing skills are, can they be better than Uchiha Shisui?

Shazo was nervous because he didn't know who he was facing. There were just too many big shots in the Marvel Universe, and they were all hiding on Earth.

If you happen to run into a big shot, using a pistol can at least make them relax and give you a little bit of the initiative.

But Xia Zuo had nothing to worry about when facing Bullseye. He joked casually, "You're just a piece of trash with a combat power of only 5. You're not worthy of my use of deadly weapons."

Bullseye didn't understand the Dragon Ball reference, but he could sense Shaza's disdain and contempt.

Feeling that he was being looked down upon, this arrogant mental patient immediately flared up.

Killing intent overwhelmed Bullseye's reason. He pulled all sorts of random things out of his pockets and threw them at Xia Zuo.

Nails, hairpins, paperclips, buttons, toothpicks, and daggers traced straight lines in the air, flying toward Xia Zuo's eyes, throat, heart, liver, and kidneys.

Xia Zuo smiled and shook his head, then took out six 25-cent Washingtons from his pocket and tossed them out in a rather casual manner.

The coin spun rapidly, reflecting a shimmering silver light, tracing a beautiful arc in the air, and accurately struck the target.

All u's projectiles.

Afterward, the coin's speed did not decrease at all, but it changed its trajectory and continued to fly, following a different arc path, and disappeared into the stunned right eye of the bullseye.

Six coins were neatly stacked and embedded in his eye socket, like a kryptonite electronic eye.

Bullseye screamed in agony, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry the coin out, only causing him more pain.

He screamed and rolled around in agony until reinforcements arrived, at which point he barely managed to pull himself out of the intense pain.

Unable to struggle, Bullseye was arrested. He ignored the police who arrested him and just stared intently at Xia Zuo, asking questions repeatedly.

"What kind of throwing technique is this?"

"How did you develop such throwing skills?"

"Where can I learn this throwing technique?"

Please, tell me—

Xia Zuo ignored him, and he didn't have time to pay attention to this newly emerged one-eyed man. His colleagues enthusiastically surrounded him, praising his achievements this time.

As the elderly person who takes the most administrative leave, Xia Zuo is very familiar with the relevant procedures and quickly completed the certificate collection process.

He handed over the dashcam in his car and the memory card from the body camera on his person, and drove away from the scene amidst applause and cheers from his colleagues.