Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Correspondingly, Roland and Captain America, who were busy working at this time, also looked confused.

"Did that door open just now?"

Captain America nodded: "Yes. Moreover, I think I saw the person you mentioned with the target ring tattooed on his forehead."

"is it?"

Roland also became more energetic: "Then what is going on? We are outside...right? He is inside and just pretends not to know?

Then why did he open the door and come out to take a look? Didn't that expose himself again? This doesn’t make sense? "

Captain America looked at Roland trying to figure out a reasonable plot line as if he had a logical obsessive-compulsive disorder, and felt that he might also suffer from this logical obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Roland, are you embarrassed to say this?

Who suddenly made the decision to come here?

Who made the sudden move without even asking a few words?

Who clearly has the ability to eliminate everyone neatly at once, but chooses to use a slow and cruel method to eliminate them one by one?

Who promised someone to spare his life and then asked himself to kill him?

who is it……

It's you, it's you! Roland, it’s all you! You are not a logical and reasonable person at all!

"Eh?"

Captain America suddenly had a strange realization. Is it true... that only people like Roland can understand those who are like him?

He's the kind of person who... is not in a good state of mind. For example, that Bullseye just now?

"Ah! I see!"

At this time, Captain America, who was deep in thought, heard Roland's voice of realization.

When he looked up, he saw Roland holding out a finger with a happy and surprised look on his face: "Bullseye must be roasting meat for us in there, but he was burnt, so he didn't dare to see anyone! It must be like this, I saw smoke!"

"Roland..."

Captain America hesitated to speak.

"how?"

"……fine."

"Well, it's already like this outside anyway, and I'm indeed a little hungry."

Roland, who was smiling, turned around and ran over there. When he came to the door, a big flying kick kicked out a big hole in the door, and his leg was stuck in it.

"Bullseye! I'm here to collect the debt... No! What did you do to my barbecue...!!!"

With great strength, Roland used his hands to pick at the edge of the hole in the door and "tear" the door open completely.

Breaking into the office, Roland happened to see Bullseye jumping out of the window.

Roland, who was yelling, and Bullseye, who looked back, looked at each other for a moment, with a hint of surprise and confusion in both of their eyes.

But the next second, Bullseye's eyes became firm, and he turned back to look at where he landed.

This place is more than ten floors high. Even if he is prepared, he still needs to be careful, otherwise he may fall to his death here.

"Hmph! It's not that easy to escape!"

Of course, Roland would not let Bullseye escape right under his nose. He raised his arm and curled his middle finger out: "ROOM!"

The cyan transparent light curtain that was propped up in an instant expanded rapidly, covering the bullseye that was gradually falling.

Under the gaze of Bullseye's weak pupils, the scene he saw changed almost instantly, and his feet no longer felt like they were falling, but stepped on the ground. When he regained consciousness, he had already appeared at the door, and he Outside the opposite window, where he was just now, Roland, wearing black armor and a ferocious smile, was there.

There’s no mistake, that guy is Roland! Bullseye has seen Roland's "transformation" trick!

"Hehehehe, Bullseye, you didn't think about it...eh? Hey! Why did this happen...Help-!!"

After almost hovering for less than a second, Roland outside the window was defeated by the power of physical inertia and fell downwards at a faster speed than normal.

The long tail sound echoed rapidly in his ears, but Bullseye restrained himself and ran to the window to enjoy the wonderful scene of Roland falling to his death.

This damn guy is a psycho, how could he fall to death like that! Maybe this guy is waiting on the edge of the window sill to sneak up on you!

Bullseye believed that Roland definitely had some strange ability to escape such a shameful fate of being thrown to death.

Gritting his teeth secretly, Bullseye turned around and ran towards the door. It was no longer safe over there, but now it was safer here...

"Why are you so fast!!!"

Just as Bullseye turned around and stepped out with his legs, the familiar black armor reflected in his pupils.

Pointed and erect ears, dark color, huge cloak...

It's exactly the same!

Roland is already waiting for him behind him!

This damn bastard! You're really kidding me!

For a moment, Bullseye regretted it.

He knew that Roland had completely seen every step he made, all his worries and fears, his cautious attempts to escape, his cowardice and fear...

He must be very happy and enjoying it all.

"Ah."

After thinking about all this, Bullseye not only did not feel frightened by the person standing in front of him who had fooled him, but instead felt a sense of clarity in his heart.

It's as if all this has been predestined.

Everyone is mortal. Bullseye recalled in a daze that he seemed to have understood this truth many years ago, but he later forgot it.

When did you forget it? It's blurry, but that's not important. What's important is that I remember it now.

That's good.

Bullseye just felt that his whole body became relaxed.

Therefore, when Bullseye figured out these things in an instant, he became extremely calm when he once again set his sights on the man in black armor in front of him.

Taking the first step, Bullseye pulled out his own weapon, a special handleless steel nail, from his cuffs.

There was no communication or any indication. Both sides facing each other knew each other's intentions and acted at the same time.

Bullseye threw out two steel nails and moved quickly laterally, trying to distance himself from the opponent and establish his advantage in mid-range combat.

And of course his opponent would not let him succeed easily. He quickly raised his arm and placed it across the outside of his only exposed skin, blocking the two steel nails that were attacking his mouth and eyes. At the same time, he quickly ran towards the opponent. .

During this process, Captain America felt three more steel nails thrown by the opponent hitting him. They were thrown at the seam between the breastplate and abdominal armor, at the gap between the armor of the elbow, and at the crotch area.

Captain America has always been a defensive player. Although he no longer has the convenient round shield in his hand, the defensive strength of this full-body armor is not as good as the red, white and blue star shield, but the defensive area is larger than that small one. The shield is more than a little bigger.

But even so, Captain America was not careless and did not defend at all. He slightly changed his movement trajectory, trying to face the enemy with his body joints and the oncoming armor. The hand in front of his face never dropped. With the other hand, he pulled out the steel nail stuck in his elbow, and Captain America threw it away, forcing Bullseye to get out of the way.