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Shuen gave Clint a thumbs-up once again.

He had never seen a performance like Clint's, which perfectly blended human wisdom and skill with a touch of reckless madness to create possibilities in dire circumstances.

Whether it was Xiu En's second silent encouragement or the fact that he didn't speak, the obsessive gray-white flames of devotion burned steadily once again.

While in mid-air, Bullseye Lester, who had been forcibly pulled down from the sky, showed an excited smile after a brief moment of shock!

"Hawkeye! You certainly didn't disappoint me!"

He let out a wild laugh in mid-air, and using the momentum of his fall, he swung his arm, sending the razor-sharp Ace of Spades playing card flying out of his hand, heading straight for the thin steel cable tied to his ankle!

"Whoosh!"

The edge of the playing card rubs against the steel cable.

After tumbling more than a dozen times in the air, the steel cable snapped!

Freed from his restraints, Bullseye spread his arms, using his trench coat to slow his descent, while simultaneously pulling out several coins with extremely sharp edges from his pocket.

You only get one chance!

He intends to use these coins to take the life of Clint or that girl before he lands!

"Dream on."

On the rooftop, Clint watched his opponent regain his freedom in mid-air; he had long anticipated that Bullseye would find a way to break free.

Will count.

This is the true core of his entire tactic.

"Kate, get ready! Now, dance with me!"

He retrieved the grappling hook launcher from his hand, quickly wrapped the broken half of the cable around his arm a few times, and then leaped into the air!

He jumped directly from the edge of the rooftop into the alley below!

"What?!"

Kate gasped, but her body had already instinctively followed!

She followed Clint's example and bravely jumped down as well!

The process of falling is a torment where the senses are stretched out infinitely.

But Clint remained calm.

He used the staggered air conditioner units, protruding pipes, and window sills on the outside of the building to constantly change direction.

With each landing point and each push, he ensured the speed of his descent, preventing his body from suffering a fatal impact.

Kate struggled to keep up, nearly missing her target several times, but thanks to her excellent physical abilities and absolute trust in Clint's back, she managed to catch up without any major mishaps.

Their target was the bullseye in mid-air!

Having just broken free of his restraints, Lester was preparing to enjoy his hunt when he discovered that his two prey had unexpectedly descended from the sky and pounced on him!

"Madmen! They're all a bunch of madmen!"

He cursed, but the excitement on his face only intensified.

This was the most interesting fight he had ever had in his life!

He tossed the coin in his hand toward Clint and Kate below.

Clint smiled as he faced this deadly attack from a top assassin.

It's the smile of a hunter watching his prey, who has finally stepped into his last trap.

Just as the coins were about to touch the two of them, a shutter on the wall of the building next to them suddenly burst open with a bang!

Before Bullseye could react to what it was, a resilient net shot out from the window and completely enveloped him and all the coins he had thrown!

That's an emergency escape cushioning airbag made by S.H.I.E.L.D.!

This is Clint's last trump card hidden in this building!

The target eye, encased in air cushion, resembled a doll stuffed into a garbage bag, its downward momentum suddenly slowing down.

The airbag provided perfect cushioning, so he didn't even suffer the slightest abrasion.

Clint and Kate landed on the edge of the air cushion, performing a few graceful rolls to dissipate all the impact and land steadily on the alleyway floor.

The air cushion, carrying its spoils, finally crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A brief silence fell over the alley.

The dust has settled.

Clint stood up and dusted himself off.

Kate, with her hands on her knees, was breathing heavily, her face a mixture of fear and excitement.

Xiu En landed on the air cushion, poked it with his hand, and felt that it was very bouncy, like a giant jelly.

"Hmm, this insect net is far less efficient than my vines."

"Sunflower said softly."

"But the process was quite interesting, wasn't it?"

Xiu En replied.

Bullseye Lester was completely enveloped by the damned airbags. Before he could even stretch his muscles, he saw three figures blocking all his escape routes from three different directions.

Ahead of him stood Clint Barton, holding a broken bow, approaching step by step, his eyes as cold as knives.

On the left is Kate Bishop, who has drawn her bow and is aiming a very ordinary training arrow at her forehead.

Above him, the monster that had been watching the whole thing curiously looked down at him, its golden eyes gleaming with the light of studying ingredients.

Bullseye knew he had lost.

They lost completely.

Xiu En squatted down in front of Bullseye, his pupils focused on the bullseye tattoo on his forehead.

Then, he extended a glowing finger.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Bullseye Lester was startled by the movement. He tried to move, but the damn SHIELD air cushion wrapped him up tightly, making it impossible for him to move.

Clint, standing to the side, also frowned, wondering what kind of trouble this light-man was up to now.

With a hint of curiosity, Xiu En's fingertip poked at the red dot in the very center of the bullseye tattoo.

"It feels good."

He spoke in a tone that suggested he was assessing the wear resistance of tires, and then poked it again.

Tap it again.

stamp.

stamp.

Tap tap tap...

He kept poking the same spot on Bullseye's forehead with his finger.

It wasn't very strong; it was even a little itchy.

Bullseye is going crazy.

He would rather have Clint shoot an arrow through his heart than have this golden monster poke him like he's poking a phone screen!

"Stop! Stop!!"

"What do you want to know?! I'll tell you everything! Stop poking me! Please! It's so itchy!"

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiu En's eyes.

"I haven't even asked you anything, and you're already planning to surrender? Are the assassins in your world really that unprofessional?"

"To hell with professional ethics!"

Bullseye cursed loudly; all he wanted now was to keep that glowing finger away from him.

"Hurry up and ask! Then let me die a quick death! Or lock me up according to procedure, it's up to you!"

He was practically the most cooperative prisoner in history.

Clint and Kate looked at each other in bewilderment.

They came up with a bunch of plans, and even considered sending him to S.H.I.E.L.D. to have professionals pry him open if he remained stubborn.

result……

Less than a minute after the fight ended, the other party, unable to bear being poked in the face, offered to confess.

"Alright. Who sent you? Why are you attacking us?"

"Kingpin! Of course, it's Kingpin!"

Bullseye answered without hesitation.

"You, the Ronin, Clint Barton. Without your knowledge, you killed one of Kingpin's accountants and stole a watch Kingpin had hidden in a safe at a mob auction. That watch contained backups of all of Kingpin's crimes! Kingpin thought you'd taken it, so he had someone investigate, only to find out that some girl was wearing your clothes, so he sent us to retrieve the clothes and watch. It was all a misunderstanding, damn it! I mean, man!"

"Kingpin?"

Clint muttered the name.

"Wilson Fisk? Isn't he in the highest-security section of Lake Island prison?"

"Ha! You think you can keep him locked up in a place like that?"

Bullseye chuckled, as if showing off how awesome his boss was.

"That was just a show for you Avengers! That fat guy under heavy guard in prison was just an unlucky double he found! The real Kingpin escaped days ago!"

This intelligence carries far more weight than any trouble they've encountered before.

The emperor of New York's underworld has returned.

"Where is he?"

"Who knows? The boss doesn't care if I betray him, so I don't know where he is, but his new headquarters is definitely heavily guarded. I know the tracksuit gang is having a meeting tonight to report to him that tonight's operation failed. You can try your luck there."

Bullseye said in a shrewd and straightforward manner.

"address."

Bullseye immediately gave an address and time located in Queens.

"One last question."

Clint stared into his eyes.

What's the deal with Maya Lopez?

Upon hearing this name, Bullseye's face showed both contempt and apprehension.

"That crazy girl? She's here to see you, Hawkeye."

Bullseye said in a low voice.

"Or rather, you're looking for Ronin. You should remember when you were killing everyone in that black outfit, you accidentally took down her father, the former boss of the tracksuit gang. She's now in her father's place."

Clint certainly remembered.

In the five years he lost his family, became a wandering swordsman, and fought for justice around the world in his own way, the blood on his hands was far more than anyone could imagine. Behind every criminal who died by his sword, there was probably a family.

This is a sin he can never wash away, and it is also the reason why he chose to completely seal away this battle suit.

Unexpectedly, karma came knocking.

Silence fell over the alley once again.

"Oh, so it's a revenge killing drama."

Sunflower commented quietly.

"I like this; it's more interesting than those idiots who are just after money."

"What about my bow?"

Xiu En suddenly asked a question, poking the bullseye.

"What? Your bow? How would I know that?!"

Bullseye felt like he was about to cry.

"All right."

Xiu En withdrew his finger with some disappointment.

He had hoped to find some clues about the strongest bow from this top assassin.

It seems I was overthinking things.

Clint dialed Hill's number again.

"Then we should pack up this piece of trash and send him away."

He told Bullseye, "The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be here soon. You'll have a private room and won't have to share food with anyone. But if we find out that anything you just said was a lie!"

"I will go back and turn every single one of your bones into the finest toothpicks. Trust me, I have that skill."

"I believe it! I absolutely believe it!"

Bullseye nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Clint looked at Kyle, who was looking at him with a worried expression. She had also heard the conversation about the Ronin.

He let out a long sigh; it seemed he was destined to have no peace.

Kingpin returns, facing a new adversary with a blood feud over his father's murder, plus this golden plague by his side...

"We need to find a place to change out of these soaking wet clothes."

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