In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

With each word he uttered, the sense of crisis that Ms. Bullseye felt intensified.

Did overreacting make things worse...? Damn it...

The next instant, she saw the monster that appeared out of nowhere walking towards her.

It was as if time had been cut out; the figure that was seven or eight meters away a second ago suddenly appeared in front of her and reached out his hand to her.

Based on her extensive knowledge and combat experience, Bullseye confirmed a conclusion she was reluctant to admit—it wasn't some kind of magic or technology, it was simply because this guy was too fast!

They're rushing over with this momentum, surely their purpose isn't just to say hello?

We have to do something, or... we'll die!!!

The hand, which looked as delicate as white porcelain, moved forward at a speed that even the Bullseye Lady, who was completely focused, could not keep up with. To this experienced assassin who had mastered hundreds of killing methods, it was likely that she was about to deliver a hand chop to the chest.

At that moment, Bullseye even experienced strange hallucinations.

She saw herself many years ago, when she was still called Matsumoto Maki.

At that time, she was just an ordinary student, but one day she was kidnapped by the local yakuza and imprisoned and abused at will. The humiliation and fear she experienced are still an important part of Bullseye's personality. From the day she escaped from those yakuza, she vowed to take control of her own destiny and never allow anyone to touch her like a toy again.

At this moment, although the nature of the situation is different, isn't the casual attitude this terrifying creature has towards me just a replica of those yakuza from back then? After all these years of hard work, am I really no different from that little girl in the prison cell back then?

No, no, absolutely not! Even if it means death, I will never allow myself to go back to that situation!

A certain fanaticism erupted from the depths of her spirit. In that instant, the Bullseye Lady unleashed a speed and power far greater than usual. She stretched out her hands, assuming an extremely exquisite stance to deflect the force. Faced with such superb martial arts skills, even if it were an elephant charging, she was confident that she could slightly deflect the direction of the force and then escape through the window in an instant by using the opponent's force against them.

This is the struggle to survive!

However, Mason had no idea that he had inexplicably created a scene reminiscent of someone else's life. With the help of Baksim's super dynamic vision, he clearly saw the strange pose that the Bullseye lady was striking—unfortunately, being completely ignorant of martial arts, he couldn't understand what she was doing at all.

As Mason stretched his palm forward, just before it touched Bullseye, he saw her meet him with a movement that was... similar to an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park, but ten or a hundred times faster.

Using the ground for leverage, as if transforming his entire body into a supple whip, he finally pushed Mason's hand away from the side—

A strange force came from my wrist, like a gentle breeze.

Mason: "?"

He blinked, then reached out and grabbed Bullseye's neck.

What...what did you do?

Is it some kind of acrobatic performance?

He didn't realize it, but it was actually a very simple question.

Concepts like deflecting force or using someone else's force against them can be found in martial arts around the world. Take Tai Chi as an example; it's known as using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, using the opponent's force to strike back. It's a very sophisticated technique, and a master who has mastered it can even use their seventy or eighty-year-old body to make a strong young man lose his bearings.

But martial arts, in the end, are just techniques used in combat between people. Even in the Marvel Universe, where miracles happen, those so-called martial arts masters, when unarmed, can at most fight things that are not too far beyond the human realm. They can't possibly smash a meteorite falling from the sky with their fists.

And what exactly is Baksim?

A super beast weighing tens of thousands of tons.

She is much heavier than a typical meteorite.

Although it is currently in a miniaturized state and its stats in all aspects have been weakened, it is definitely not an opponent that can be contended with by any martial arts.

So the result was that Mason didn't even understand what Bullseye was doing, and simply ignored her skills based on the numbers, grabbing her by the neck like a chick and lifting her up.

Flashy and fancy, but it was a quick kill (without mercy).

—By the way, what Ms. Bullseye thought was a chest-piercing chop was actually her imagination; Mason only intended to choke her.

He was still quite confused. He could understand if Ms. Bullseye turned and ran, but what did it mean that she would deliberately rush up to her death? Could it be that she was so distraught after seeing too many of her men die that she decided to end up dying herself?

Is this the Hand? It's so dark, we can't afford to mess with them.

"Although I don't understand what you're planning to do..."

Mason sighed. "But I've always respected people like you who are willing to die for their country."

Bullseye was devastated.

It was as if a raging storm had been brewing its strongest attack for ages, only to be instantly defeated a few frames later. She thought that in that instant, she had exhausted all her skills, mastered everything she had learned, and even briefly glimpsed a higher realm—shouldn't that have dealt some effective damage to the enemy? But the other party acted as if they didn't understand what she had done at all, and casually blasted her away.

This is an utterly humiliating disgrace, worse than death!

The hand gripping her neck felt like a mountain of steel, suspending her in mid-air. Her brain quickly went blank due to lack of oxygen, and the iron-like fingers were even tightening. The experienced Bullseye woman immediately imagined her neck being crushed into mangled flesh, dying a gruesome death.

What a tragic and laughable ending!

As her consciousness gradually faded into darkness, a scene from the past reappeared before Bullseye's eyes once again.

—Actually, she was overthinking it again. Mason just planned to choke her until she was half unconscious, so that she wouldn't cause any trouble during the negotiation process.

Cross-server communication is exactly what it is.

...Hmm, it seems they haven't even exchanged a few words, yet such a terrible chain of suspicion has formed. It's heartbreaking to see how thin the trust between people has become.

It seems there's no way to get any powerful characters from this guy to use as test targets for damage. In that case, let's try to get some money as compensation for emotional distress—as a famous assassin in the industry, she should be able to come up with a few million US dollars, right?

Unfortunately, it's a shame to waste Baksim's thirty minutes of control time, but one should know when to stop, and this is already quite impressive...

As Mason was silently contemplating and making up his mind, he suddenly felt a faint wave of heat.

Huh?

Mason blinked and immediately saw the skin on Bullseye's neck begin to turn a strange deep red, which then spread throughout her body.

The temperature measuring device inside Baksim's body clearly showed that his body temperature was 142 degrees Celsius and was still rising.

She even stopped struggling, and her whole body slumped down like a puppet that had lost its support, but her internal muscles and bones began to surge like waves, like a cutscene before the boss was about to start the second phase.

Eh?

How come... this is for real?

He was slightly stunned for a moment, then suppressed the urge to kill her immediately. Instead, he turned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. veteran who had been watching the battle from the hospital bed and said calmly, "Hey you over there, I need your help with something."

"?"

Carter was startled, but he didn't show it at all. He simply nodded calmly and asked with a smile, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Are there any large uninhabited areas around here?" Mason shook the Bullseye woman in his hand. "This guy seems to be about to use some powerful move. Just in case, it's best to keep her far away."

"Around here... there are a few apartment buildings being renovated about a block to the southwest. At this time, the workers should have already gone home, and there shouldn't be anyone within a few hundred meters."

Carter understood his role in this situation perfectly, so he readily gave a definite answer, and only after satisfying the other party's needs did he tentatively ask, "Who exactly are you...?"

Mason, carrying Bullseye, stepped onto the windowsill and, without turning back, gave a rather nonsensical answer: "A helpful citizen of New York City!"

Then, he found the southwest direction, pushed off with his foot—with a loud bang, half of the wall exploded into fragments under the violent reaction force, and he himself turned into a shooting star that rose into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.