Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 33

“Ratatat!!!”

A burst of carbine gunfire echoed as empty shell casings rattled to the ground. Matt had emptied his magazine and quickly stepped back to reload. Alejandro advanced, raising his rifle and pulling the trigger. After Alejandro emptied his magazine, Wade took over.

The three of them coordinated their fire almost without interruption.

Bullets struck the wall, nearly dulling a large hole, and rubble scattered.

“You guys are enthusiastic.”

Bullseye stood at the corner of the corridor, flipping a billiard ball in his hand, and suddenly hurled it with force. The billiard ball bounced off the wall twice and struck Wade’s hand, breaking his fingers.

“Fuck, how did he do that!”

Wade, clutching his hand in pain, cursed loudly as a pencil suddenly flew towards him, embedding itself in his calf.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

Matt held his gun with one hand and continued to shoot down the hallway while dragging Wade back with the other hand.

“We’ve held him off for as long as we could. Let’s retreat.”

He was very calm. Wade was injured, and he and Alejandro couldn’t stop Bullseye. Continuing to fight would only lead to certain death. Moreover, Broly had communicated that he had already taken down Goro Daimon.

“You guys think you can escape without my permission?”

Bullseye fiddled with a pen in his hand. Just as he was about to throw it, his cell phone suddenly rang from his pocket.

“What now?”

He said impatiently.

“Mr. Bullseye, where exactly are you? Goro Daimon can’t hold on much longer.”

Carlos’s somewhat panicked voice came through the phone.

“Such a waste!”

Bullseye spoke and casually threw the pen in his hand. A muffled groan came from the other end of the hallway. Kinbami’s orders were irrefutable; he had to help Goro Daimon take down the Green Demon.

Picking up the gun case beside him, he hobbled into a room in the mansion, opened the gun case, and took out the massive item inside.

Stored in the gun case was a 20mm anti-tank rifle produced by Stark Industries, with cables leading from the case to the gun. This used the batteries inside the case to power the rifle’s electromagnetic rail.

This rifle, which pursued extreme destructive power, was one of Tony Stark’s creations from his thirties. It was designed for airborne troops, giving paratroopers anti-tank capabilities even without heavy vehicles.

The rifle weighed twenty-five kilograms and used special gold-titanium alloy armor-piercing rounds. Accelerated by the electromagnetic rail, the muzzle velocity reached a stunning 2876 m/s, eight times the speed of sound, capable of penetrating the front armor of most main battle tanks in service with potential enemy countries. However, due to its high cost and the high demands it placed on operators, it failed in the bidding process and produced only three prototypes.

Even Kinbami, with all his connections and wealth, had spent a lot to acquire this monstrous weapon.

Mounting the rifle on a tripod, Bullseye took a deep breath and aimed at the courtyard below. He didn’t believe the Green Demon could withstand this level of attack.

However, Broly’s figure was not in the courtyard; he only saw Goro Daimon lying on the ground, alive or dead, and Carlos standing by with a phone.

“What the hell, where did the Green Demon go?”

As he puzzled over the situation, Carlos suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke, transforming into Broly. The call just now hadn’t come from Carlos but had been made by Broly instead.

The actual body of Carlos lay lifelessly on the ground, already dead from a single punch.

“I hear you’re a sharpshooter. Let’s see about that. We’re thirty meters apart now. Let’s see whether you hit me first or I kill you,” Broly said somewhat excitedly.

Alejandro and the others were not far away.

“What in the world is Broly doing? Even he can’t survive a hit from that kind of weapon.”

Matt frowned. He had told Broly to stay out of the yard, recognizing the rifle model from the custom gun case at a glance.

“Exciting! Too exciting!” Bullseye licked his lips eagerly, his finger resting on the trigger: “Let me blow your head off.”

He almost instantly completed his aim.

“Bang!”

Due to the lack of gunpowder, the sound of this rifle firing was much duller than a regular rifle, mainly from the bullet breaking the sound barrier.

The rifle jerked violently, the blast flipping everything in the room. Almost simultaneously, Broly’s body exploded, the bullet drilling into the ground, creating a red-hot crater and causing the ground to bulge and then collapse, revealing a three-meter-wide depression.

Wisps of white smoke billowed from underground.

Even the gold-titanium alloy melted into the fluid, penetrating the soil layers at this speed. The white smoke vaporized water vapor.

“Dead? No! Not yet!”

The pierced Broly slowly dissipated into the air, his figure reappearing ten meters away.

After executing Carlos, Broly completed the “Enemy’s Fear” mission and exchanged his revival points for the Turtle School martial arts.

With a foundation in Satan-style fighting and Wolf Fang Fist, he had mastered the Turtle School’s basic Afterimage Strike upon exchanging for Turtle School techniques.

Although his personality had become somewhat arrogant and belligerent due to the physical changes, he was not yet so reckless as to lose his reason to battle lust under normal circumstances.

“This power, a hit to a vital spot, would be fatal.”

Broly assessed, looking at the crater. It would have been dangerous if Goro Daimon had entangled him, allowing Bullseye to shoot calmly. He was still unsure if his enraged form could withstand such a powerful shot.

“Bang!”

Bullseye hit the afterimage again, not appearing as relaxed as before, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose. Even the strongest soldiers could only fire this rifle three times.

The recoil might damage more than three shots and their internal organs.

“Bang! Bang!…”

It was the first time he had pulled the trigger so many times without hitting his target.

“I’m used to this speed now.”

Broly squinted his eyes; he could faintly see the trajectory of the bullets, though it was highly blurred, almost like an illusion, still allowing him to dodge the shots without relying on the Afterimage Strike.

“I’ll give you a chance; next, I won’t use the Afterimage.”

He shouted at Bullseye.

At this moment, Bullseye was bloodied by the recoil, not having killed Broly but nearly shaking himself to death. Yet his hand remained steady, with no tremor on the trigger.

“Bang!”

Before he could pull the trigger a second time, an iron-cast hand was already pressed against the back of his head.

“I won!”

“Boom!”

An explosion destroyed everything in the room, leaving no trace of Bullseye.

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