Bullseye had always been known for one thing, his lethal precision.
His throwing skills were so sharp, they practically counted as a superpower. After all, no ordinary man could kill soone with a paper airplane… or a toothpick.
But even with all his years of experience, even with all the lives he'd taken, he had never seen anything like this.
A man who could shoot searing beams of heat from his eyes?
That was straight out of comic books.
Still, there was no ti to be shocked.
All he could do… was scream.
Earlier, even with a knife and two throwing stars buried in his palm, Bullseye had forced himself to endure the pain without a word.
He was a hardened rcenary. An assassin used to torture and gunfire.
But this…
This was different.
Having his entire arm lted off was pain on a level he had never known.
Carl stopped the heat vision.
Then, without a word, he calmly stepped forward, planting his foot firmly against Bullseye's mouth and pinning him to the wall.
"Be quiet. Understand?" he said.
But this wasn't just an ordinary command.
This was a powerful form of [Super Hypnosis], one of Silver Superman's terrifying abilities, capable of rewriting a person's thoughts in an instant.
Bullseye's eyes widened.
His hostile glare faded… replaced by blank obedience.
Then reverence.
As if Carl were his god.
He nodded frantically, like a loyal hound.
Only then did Carl withdraw his foot.
"Now talk," Carl said coolly. "Why'd you co to my bar?"
Bullseye's body trembled.
He was in such agony he could barely breathe.
Still, through gritted teeth and ragged gasps, he answered, "It was… Kingpin. He sent ."
Carl raised an eyebrow. "Kingpin?"
"Y-Yeah… he said this bar would be his in two days. Told to bring the crew… and get familiar with the place…"
Carl chuckled softly, eyes narrowing with cold amusent.
"Then here's your last warning."
"Take your n… and get out."
"Now."
"Otherwise, next ti, I won't let you crawl away."
With that, Carl deactivated [Super Hypnosis] and turned his back.
He walked over to Skye.
And in the blink of an eye, they both vanished from the alley.
"Huff… huff…"
Bullseye collapsed against the cold wall, sliding down like a crumpled rag doll.
He gasped for breath, drenched in sweat, his entire body trembling.
His thoughts were a ss.
Nothing made sense anymore.
That rich boy he had mocked earlier?
He wasn't just rich.
He was a monster.
Catching throwing knives mid-air was already ridiculous…
But shooting laser beams from his eyes?
What kind of sci-fi joke was this?
Still, the pain radiating from his missing right arm made it all too real.
Worse than death was humiliation.
Carl hadn't even finished him off.
He just… walked away like he wasn't worth the effort.
"F*ck… What rotten luck," Bullseye hissed, after what felt like an eternity.
Gritting his teeth, he staggered to his feet.
With his remaining hand, he pulled out his phone and called the n still inside the bar.
"Get out," he growled. "NOW."
Because if they didn't obey Carl's warning?
Bullseye had no doubt, none of them would leave alive.
What Bullseye didn't know… was that the only reason he was still breathing
was Skye.
Had Carl been alone, Bullseye would have been reduced to ash.
But with Skye present…
An ordinary girl.
Not yet the SHIELD agent she was destined to beco.
No powers.
Just a woman caught up in sothing far beyond her understanding.
Carl didn't want her to witness a killing firsthand.
So, for her sake… he spared Bullseye.
For now.
But that didn't an he'd forgotten Kingpin.
That score would be settled, soon enough.
Carl and Skye returned to Smith's Tavern.
He casually ordered two drinks and leaned against the bar, watching the crowd sway and spin under the lights.
Skye, on the other hand, hadn't taken her eyes off him since they reappeared.
After a while, Carl turned with a smirk.
"What? Am I really that handso?"
"Ugh, don't flatter yourself."
Skye rolled her eyes and turned away, trying to act cool.
A few seconds passed… but she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Wait, seriously. Do you actually have superpowers?"
Carl teased, "You an the power of money? You already knew I was loaded."
Skye groaned. "No! I an the laser-beam-from-your-eyes thing!"
Carl shrugged. "Well, you saw it. What else would it be?"
"…That's fair."
She nodded slowly, still in disbelief.
She'd watched him lt a man's arm.
"ssed up" didn't even begin to describe it.
"What else can you do?" she asked, her curiosity finally bubbling over.
Carl thought for a mont. "Hmm… flight, super speed, super strength, heat vision, biological force field…"
He listed them like items on a grocery list.
Skye stared in awe.
"That's… literally Superman."
Carl smiled. "Pretty much."
She tilted her head.
"Can you… take flying?"
It was a simple request.
But deep down, Carl knew, every human dreams of flying.
So of course she would ask.
"Sure."
Carl finished his drink, then gently wrapped an arm around her waist.
In an instant, the two vanished again.
A mont later, they were soaring through the night sky.
Wind rushing past, city lights shimring below.
Skye clung to him at first, but then let go, spreading her arms wide as laughter filled the air.
They soon landed atop the Empire State Building.
Over 400 ters tall. One of Arica's most iconic landmarks.
The view was breathtaking.
The wind was cold.
But Skye's smile was warm and bright.
Carl looked at her with quiet satisfaction.
Then whispered, "How about we head sowhere more private?"
"Huh? Why?"
"You'll see."
He gently pulled her close.
And again, they vanished.
Now, they stood inside Carl's apartnt.
He grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.
And with another blink, they were back on the rooftop.
Carl popped the cork, poured the drinks, and handed her one.
Skye laughed and raised her glass. "Cheers!"
They drank beneath the stars.
Skye leaned in for a kiss.
Carl didn't hesitate to return it.
And just like that, their figures disappeared once more into the night.
Carl figured…
It was ti to properly test the new bed.
Three hours later.
Carl stepped out of the bedroom, leaving Skye peacefully asleep.
He went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Not bad. That bed really was worth the money.
After washing up, he activated [Supervision] to scan the city.
It didn't take long to locate Bullseye.
He was by the docks, surrounded by dozens of black-suited n.
Classic gangster vibes.
And not far from them… was a limousine.
Inside sat a towering man, nearly two ters tall, bald, and built like a walking tank.
A black suit barely contained his massive fra.
Kingpin.
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