American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

162. Bullseye’s Log – Part One.

Bullseye's Log—

I've been tracking that particular superhero team for some time now. What's intriguing is that I still haven't figured out their target. It seems like they're wandering aimlessly. Initially, I thought these heroes would be more flamboyant, like my old acquaintances, but to my surprise, they are extremely cautious. This strengthens my belief that they have a long-term plan.

I can't yet confirm their identities or assess their strength, but the fact that they possess the Watcher's Eye is a clear signal that they are preparing to counter-attack Red Skull. What surprised me was my earlier misjudgment; their number is not four, but three.

But isn't that the exciting part? It means their potential is even greater, and their strength must be more formidable. The thought of their expressions when I kill them makes me tremble with excitement.

Five days ago, I tracked their steps to a small village. It was a very backward place, out of Red Skull's reach, like ants forgotten by a higher power, struggling to survive in an isolated and impoverished corner of the world.

They might not differ much from other ants, but they were so backward that they didn't even recognize me. I am, after all, a marshal of the New Order! At least, I was before. I kindly tried to ask if they had seen any strangers passing through recently. A little girl served me, and I noticed her gravely ill brother and the poisoned spring water she brought out.

The poison was 'Rattlesnake's' special concoction, which reminded me of past encounters in Hell's Kitchen. However, after that battle, I hadn't heard from them again; they must be dead by now.

If I hadn't encountered their relics here, I might not have remembered them. These foolish ants had been out of touch with the outside world for years. They were hostile towards me and unwilling to divulge any information. But I am patient.

After dealing with most of them, I finally got what I wanted. My targets are three people, indistinguishable from normal humans, two men and one woman, all appearing young. I can't determine how much useful information this is. They might have split up before coming here. I am confident I found no extra traces while tracking them, but I can't rule out the possibility that one of them can fly.

I don't have enough useful information yet, but for now...

They've deviated from their route again.

This doesn't surprise me, as they've done so multiple times already. They seem like headless chickens; I don't know their goal, but I don't think I've been exposed. They are not trying to shake me off; they're just lost. They've veered off the main road again, this time plunging into deep mountains. I am increasingly curious about what they are up to. Aha, harmful beasts, I should have thought of that.

They are superheroes, embodiments of justice. This is the answer.

I saw the corpse of a harmful beast, seemingly drained of blood or something else. My understanding of magic is vague, especially after Red Skull burned nearly all the books and artifacts of sorcery.

I have to wonder if there is a vampire among them. Those filthy creatures were once our allies, but that was a long time ago. Now, they are just a pack of wild dogs that only dare to hunt at night. In fact, I was somewhat mistaken. I carefully examined the beast's lair and found a clearly defined fist mark deep inside. Unsurprisingly, it was a girl's hand. The immense destructive power was striking.

Similar to Jennifer's strength, but I know it's not her. Things are getting more interesting. I hadn't received any reports of missing persons from the Hulk's gang before. Maybe this is something new. Though I have no concrete evidence, I suspect they might have had contact with that old fool Hawkeye. They set out from the Watcher's Eye, not far from Hammerfall City.

A day ago, my informant brought me intriguing news: a horrific massacre had occurred in the 'Murder Park.'

The victim was Eric Josten, also known as Atlas. I knew his identity; he was a soldier under Baron Zemo, a member of the Thunderbolts. His death didn't surprise me. Hawkeye finally walked this path. If not for these new Avengers, I might have put Hawkeye on my list, but now, he will have to wait.

I have reason to believe there might be some connection between these two groups. Hawkeye has been silent for over forty years, and Baron Zemo claimed to have destroyed him. If he is still alive, he would have no reason to act now unless it's for these young heroes. I'm not sure, but the probability seems high.

If the actions of these heroes are exposed, criminals worldwide will not let them go. They are the best delicacy, something that hasn't been tasted for decades.

'Too many wolves, too little meat.'

I don't intend to tell anyone about what's happening here, whether it's Skull or Doom. They are old, like me. They orchestrated that world-shaking battle back then, but the result dragged us all into the abyss. Now, I won't follow their path. These are my prey, mine alone. I won't let anyone else touch 'them,' not even Red Skull.

I can sense someone is tracking me. Their skills are excellent.

But to me, still too amateurish.

Writing this,

Bullseye suddenly stopped his pen, a dangerous smile curling his lips. In the next moment, he flung the pen from his hand. The pen flew through the air at such speed that only a fleeting black shadow could be seen. It then embedded itself in the foliage, pinning a woman's eye.

"If Red Skull really wants to send someone to kill me, he should send some real experts, not half-baked ones like you."

Bullseye sneered, pocketing his notebook and elegantly standing up.

"You shouldn't have interrupted me at my happiest moment. Besides, even your grandfather, Kraven the Hunter, wasn't worthy of facing me."

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