Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

"I told you I don't want this garbage!!"

In a spacious and bright office decorated entirely with solid wood, after a roaring roar and two bangs, two people with a lot of white flour sprinkled on their bodies fled from the office in embarrassment.

"Pierre! How's it going?"

There were more people guarding the door. From the looks of the people coming out and the sounds just now, it was not difficult to guess what happened inside.

"Humph!"

The strong man named Pierre shook the flour on his clothes, grinded his teeth and wiped the flour off his face. He turned around and glanced at the closed office door bitterly. His mouth was already open, but in the end I still didn’t dare to speak loudly and express my feelings directly.

"What else can I do? That's it!"

After saying this, Pierre looked around at everyone, gestured to the side with his hand, and winked. Everyone understood and followed Pierre towards the other side.

in the office.

More flour was scattered on the huge desk, some of which had just been removed from the yellow tape.

A bald man lay softly on a huge leather armchair, his eyes were blurred, his limbs were sore, and his nose twitched from time to time.

After a long time, the bald man got up from the chair, looking sluggish. After searching around the table and not finding what he wanted, he crawled directly to the bottom of the table, only to find two broken wine glasses and an equally broken wine bottle.

"Fake!"

He casually picked up the phone on the table and called the internal line: "Jenny, bring me some wine. Jenny? Jenny? Farke!"

He slammed the phone on the table, and the beeping sound was particularly harsh.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

He grabbed the phone and tore the cord directly. The movement was so big that he knocked over the two-standing retro lamp. The bald man kept doing nothing and threw the phone in his hand against the door. After smashing it to pieces, he cursed angrily. He picked up the baseball bat placed next to the table and smashed everything in the room.

Finally, it wasn't until the baseball bat hit the desk and broke into two pieces that his slumped legs softened and he sat back on the chair, letting the chair rock and bring him to the window.

Bullseye felt very lost.

It shouldn't be like this.

Since many years ago, Bullseye, as a killer, lost to Kingpin when he assassinated Kingpin. After being defeated, he was taken under his command and became Kingpin's secret killer. Bullseye has almost never been disappointed or regretful for any reason. A confusing experience.

He was content with those days.

Kingpin is a good "boss", he is cruel, powerful in combat, has endless desire for destruction and a high level of thoughts and ideas to annex everything.

Bullseye likes guys like Kingpin very much and is very willing to become Kingpin's subordinate. Although Kingpin doesn't often let him kill people, which somewhat suppresses Bullseye's nature, Bullseye usually secretly goes out to other cities to kill people. Kingpin also kept pretending not to know.

During the years of following Kingpin, Bullseye has witnessed the entire process of Kingpin's rise, watching him grow from a small gang in Hell's Kitchen to a super boss who can annex a city and make rules.

This was in line with his expectations and in line with Kingpin's original promise to him.

That's fine.

It would be better if it could continue.

but……

The Kingpin is dead.

He died in the hands of that madman who ran out of nowhere.

Bullseye didn't know how Kingpin arranged these things, but he knew that it was indeed Kingpin's order. He personally said that he wanted Erica to go on a mission with him.

The results of it.

Kingpin definitely guessed what the lunatic was going to do, but at such a critical moment, Kingpin gave him some damn mission and sent him away.

Is this some kind of mercy? Some kind of...compassion?

Bullseye didn't feel any relief, he only felt humiliated because his strength was neither recognized nor trusted.

More importantly, he knew in his heart that at least in terms of strength, Kingpin was right.

A battle like that, with or without the participation of his Bullseye, has no additional meaning.

As a result, he lost his boss, lost the feeling of being trusted, lost the feeling of being entrusted with important responsibilities, and also lost the courage to kill people.

Bullseye has lost the meaning of his life.

He is lost.

In the days after Kingpin's death, Bullseye didn't go anywhere. He came to Kingpin's office, sat on Kingpin's chair, and waited for three days.

He is waiting for someone to kill him. Wait for the madman who killed Kingpin to come over.

Perhaps because there was no agreement, the lunatic did not come.

This undoubtedly made Bullseye feel even more shameful and angry.

That lunatic didn't even think about killing him. Bullseye realized the most embarrassing truth: from beginning to end, that Roland had never taken him seriously.

This is undoubtedly a very sad thing.

So, should I take the initiative to find him?

Bullseye sadly discovered that he didn't think so. Because he didn't dare.

So he lay on the chair for another day.

This time, he finally found someone.

Wesley.

Wesley is here to pack his things. He looked very surprised when he saw the half-dead Bullseye lying here, which made Bullseye very happy, because Wesley came to pack up and run away. He was afraid of death. He couldn't understand my behavior and couldn't understand me. That kind of people.

This gave Bullseye some twisted sense of superiority.

But people like Wesley don't appreciate such a sense of superiority, which makes Bullseye very angry, and he suddenly wants to kill again.

However, Wesley told him another layer of his understanding.

He said: You are right, Kingpin needs a successor, someone who will inherit him.

Yup!

Bullseye woke up from a dream and quickly inherited almost all of Jin Bin's remaining local forces based on his advice.

However, this is harder than Bullseye imagined.

Things that seemed simple in Kingpin's hands were messy in Bullseye's hands.

He was besieged by other gangs, besieged by superiors, and beaten by freaks in tights. Even his subordinates were openly and secretly dissatisfied with him.

Bullseye was very disappointed because he suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing but killing people.

But now, he is even hesitant about killing people. He would hesitate, wondering whether it was right to do so, whether this person should be killed, whether he could kill him...

"It's a complete mess, it's a mess..."

After letting out a long sigh, he crawled back under the table, picked up the bottle of wine with only half the bottom left and a lot of ashes on it, raised the broken bottle, poured the wine into his mouth, and Bullseye clicked his tongue. , raised his hand and threw away the broken bottle.

"Maybe I'm not suitable for this. Maybe I should have killed that Roland then. Well, maybe it doesn't matter if I was killed by Roland. Maybe...

Tsk, maybe I should kill a few people or something right now. "

So what am I waiting for? There are a lot of people outside.

Lifting the broken half of the baseball bat on the side, Bullseye sniffed hard, and his face regained a bit of ferocity.

"Go kill people! Ha! I'm still the best at this!"

The state recovered a little again, Bullseye walked to the door aggressively, and pulled the door open! !

...and closed the door again.

"What the hell! What's going on!"

Leaning against the door, Bullseye was sober from the wine and energetic.

"What's going on outside! How...

Everyone is dead! ! ! "