Marvel's Chronicle of Multiverse Warfare

Lying on the hospital bed, Bullseye finally turned his head slightly and looked at his father's completely disfigured face: "These attempts that don't pay attention to details really make me crazy. To be honest, those idiots wearing Bullseye costumes It looks a little fake, even by your standards."

You have to admit that although those fake bullseyes are powerful in numbers, in fact they are not powerful at all.

There was only one who was flying alone. After Bullseye defeated all the others, he launched a surprise attack and finally succeeded in capturing Bullseye.

Bullseye's dad nodded in a rare moment: "But these are enough to pull you out of your game, and then keep you away from your sphere of influence, allowing you to blindly get into this trap I designed specifically for you. , I need you to be alive and uninjured, and your body to be in perfect condition, which will help me transplant my brain into it, and you will be with me, my son who never does bad things."

Bullseye's father turned his head sideways, and a large white skeleton was exposed behind his head. No one knew how he survived.

But I can imagine that it must have been Bullseye who gave him this blow, and only he could let his demonic father see him die.

"But again, doctor, there won't be any organ rejection or the like if you do this, right?" Dad turned to look at the three doctors who were already preparing scalpels, and the sharp knife light flashed in instantly. into his eyes.

It was a sharp blade the size of a palm, with a serration in the middle. The doctor nodded calmly to his father and continued to focus on the work at hand.

"What do you think about a very good doctor who's going to be drilling holes in your scalp here, and you're going to feel the pain every second, and then taking your still-living brain out of your furnace?" , dear son?" Bullseye's father's voice came from hell like the devil's laughter.

Bullseye's eyes were calm, with a hint of weirdness in them, but at this time, the old man had already been completely overwhelmed by the pleasure of revenge.

"I thought everyone's parenting skills could be used in simple tasks, but unfortunately, you don't have that." Bullseye was lying on the experimental table, motionless, his eyes seemed to be full of disdain.

His eyes fell on the camera in the corner above his head, as if he could see through the figure behind the camera, and this person turned out to be Solo.

Solo Fei has been sitting in the control room for some time. In front of him are more than a dozen different LCD screens. The screens clearly show everything in the laboratory from every corner, including Bullseye, Bullseye's father, and three other people. Doctor, everything they said and all the actions they were doing fell into Solo Fei's eyes.

As well as their previous conversations, the truth about PTSF, and "poor and stupid fools", all were stopped in Solo Fei's ears. One of his hands was tightly held, and he kept listening to the words over and over again. A "poor, stupid fool."

In the laboratory, the surgeon has climbed onto Bullseye's head, and is about to make a cut on his forehead with a sharp scalpel.

"Wait a moment, doctor." Bullseye turned his head slightly, looked at the doctor who was completely protected in the protective suit, and said softly: "I want to ask, doctor, is your scalpel made of vibranium?"

"Vibranium, do you need to use a vibranium scalpel?" The doctor was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at his father who had a bullseye on his side.

"You see, he doesn't either. There are some things he doesn't know at all." Bullseye showed a proud smile on his lips, and then said to the doctor: "There are two reasons. First, my bones are reinforced with Adamant metal. Second, Adamantium will block your neuroleptics."

In the astonished eyes of the surgeon, Bullseye slowly sat up from the operating table, and all control over him failed.

"What?" For a moment, everyone in the laboratory screamed in fright, and things were completely out of control at this moment.

Bullseye's father was the first to react: "Quick, give him a sedative."

"It's too late." Bullseye didn't know when a scalpel appeared in his hand. He flicked it hard and it was thrown directly into the head of the doctor opposite. It penetrated deeply and blood spattered everywhere in an instant. The assistant next to him It was even splashed all over.

But the doctor's two assistants didn't have the slightest fear at this time. After being surprised, they immediately grabbed the syringe next to them and stabbed it fiercely towards the bullseye. Their movements were crisp and agile, as if they had experienced many similar things. Same thing.

This is not surprising. Doctors like this usually perform such shameful underground operations. If they did not have a strong heart and strong nerves to cope with the sudden change of witchcraft, I am afraid these people would have died countless times.

Unfortunately, what they were facing was Bullseye. With just a slight step forward, they had already flashed to the side of the female assistant. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and hit her directly with the other hand. There was a "click" on the back of her elbow, and her elbow was directly broken.

Bullseye's right middle finger gently swept the other person's throat, and in an instant, the female nurse fell to the ground.

With a tip of her toe, Bullseye picked up the syringe that had fallen on the ground and kicked the remaining female nurse in the back.

The medicine in the syringe was injected directly, and in a blink of an eye, the female assistant was already weak and limp on the ground.

Bullseye walked towards his father expressionlessly step by step. At this time, his father struggled to push the wheelchair back with his own hands.

Bullseye bent down and pulled out the scalpel from the surgeon's throat, a cold light flashing from the corner of his mouth.

At this glance, he scared his father. He pressed the intercom at the door and shouted loudly: "Solo, teleport to the medical room quickly, come and save me!"

Bullseye stood there without moving, looking at his father with a half-smile, while looking at the camera above.

Sitting in the monitoring room, Shan Fei clearly saw Bullseye's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were pursed tightly.

"Why on earth do you want me to do this? Everything you told me is a lie." Shan Fei pressed the communicator with one hand, and his resentful voice clearly passed into the ears of Father Bullseye. For a moment, Bullseye's father immediately knew that he was in a deeper crisis.

He quickly explained: "These lies are all for Bullseye. Flying solo is part of a big plan. You should be able to understand all of this."

"That's so nice to say." Bullseye clapped his hands gently, flicked the sharp scalpel in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he stabbed his own father's throat fiercely, that is, at this moment In an instant, a figure appeared in an instant, and he grabbed the scalpel in mid-air. It turned out to be Solo Fei who had left before.

"Sorry, I can't let you kill him." Shan Fei glanced deeply at Bullseye, but at this time, he suddenly took a step back and pushed to Bullseye's father.

"It seems that these habits have penetrated deeply into your body." Bullseye shook his head with emotion: "What a pitiful idiot. You haven't figured it out yet. He has been playing with you all the time."

"No, I understand." At this time, Shanfei unexpectedly turned his head to look at Bullseye's father, with a faint light in his eyes: "This is exactly why he is still alive now, because I want to know That’s the damn answer.”

Shan Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed Bullseye's father's neck fiercely, his eyes full of ferocity.

"Ah!" Dad couldn't help but screamed, looked at Shan Fei pleadingly and said: "Believe me, what I said is true, he will kill both of us, I will tell you, you want to know Everything, but first you have to kill Bullseye.”

"You won't be believed in such a clumsy trick, right?" Bullseye looked at Shan Fei in surprise: "Do you believe it, if you kill me, he will commit suicide immediately, and he will not have anything you want. I'll tell you...I know him, that's who he is."

The corners of Shan Fei's mouth twitched fiercely, and he nodded with an ugly face: "You are right, he is just such a person, so I can't let you kill him, and I can't let him die, so...goodbye Bullseye.”

After saying this, Shan Fei grabbed his father with one hand and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Damn space movement." Although Bullseye's tone was vicious, his expression had already calmed down.