Chapter 26: Hawkeye vs. Bullseye, Leo vs. Kingpin!

Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the pier.

It wasn't long before Leo Bright saw a convoy of luxurious vehicles approach.

The most striking of them was a reinforced presidential car, gold-plated and imposing, exuding luxury and weight.

Leo watched, swallowing hard.

The convoy came to a slow stop, and a line of serious, suited men emerged, their expressions cold, each wielding an M416 as they scanned the surroundings.

From the golden presidential car, protected by the suited men, emerged a giant of a man.

Indeed.

He resembled a mighty giant!

It was Kingpin!

Dressed in a pristine white suit, muscles bulging, he carried a dark golden cane.

"I didn't expect Kingpin to show up in person. He's not someone to take lightly," Hawkeye's voice came through the headset, unafraid of being overheard:

"This guy trains relentlessly, even as the underworld king.

Every day, he spars with top fighters from around the world, often taking on ten at once. Each session lasts less than 20 seconds, and his opponents frequently leave dead or injured."

"He can shatter a wall with a single punch, which is concerning."

"But if Kingpin's here personally, it means this shipment is significant."

Hawkeye paused, "Let's wait for Kingpin to leave before making a move. Facing him one-on-one is tough, but I have some confidence. The problem is he has too many men here."

"Got it," Leo replied.

Daredevil tapped the headset twice in acknowledgment.

The trio remained patient, but Kingpin showed no signs of leaving.

A cruise ship approached from the distance, docking swiftly at the port.

Two or three individuals disembarked. Judging by Kingpin's demeanor, they seemed like minor players in the cargo transport.

What truly pleased Kingpin were the numerous crates being unloaded from the ship.

"What's in there..." Hawkeye frowned, his vision blurry. Despite his eagle-eyed training, allowing him to shoot with such precision, he struggled to see clearly from his vantage point.

"That logo looks familiar," Leo spoke softly.

"You can see it?" Hawkeye asked, surprised.

From his higher position, his field of vision should have been better and closer than Leo's.

"Wait! I remember now. Isn't that the Stark Industries logo?" Leo suddenly recalled.

"Stark's munitions?"

"Impossible. Stark wouldn't sell arms to a gang," Hawkeye dismissed the notion.

"But that's definitely the Stark Industries logo. Stolen, maybe?" Leo was puzzled. Logically, Tony Stark wouldn't engage in such activities.

While many saw him as a playboy, few mentioned his extensive charity work each year.

Though the arms industry has murky ties, Stark Industries is government-backed, selling weapons only to national armies.

"Something's definitely wrong here."

"This involves Stark Industries. I need to report to HQ," Hawkeye quickly assessed.

He pressed the emergency button on his neck.

But all he got was a busy signal.

"Damn, the signal here is jammed. That car Kingpin arrived in must be the source. Our communication is limited to this small area," Hawkeye said, frustrated.

At that moment, a man in black approached Kingpin, whispering something.

Kingpin's face grew serious, then shifted to a playful grin.

"Oh...looks like we have some intruders."

"Wonder where they're hiding."

With a wave, Kingpin ordered the port to be sealed, putting everyone on high alert.

Searchlights began scanning the area, occasionally passing over the glass pathway Leo used, reflecting faint light.

However, the beams were so bright that no one noticed.

Normal people would never expect glass pathways in the sky.

But this wouldn't stay unnoticed forever.

"Be careful. I'm cutting off communication now; they might have..."

"Bang!"

An RPG struck the watchtower where Hawkeye stood, illuminating the entire port in a massive blaze.

A man in blue tights, sporting a bullseye design on his head, spat out his cigarette, grinning wickedly.

"Bullseye!" Daredevil charged out, furious.

"Hawkeye!" Leo exposed his position too.

In an instant, the port was alive with action.

Kingpin adjusted his white suit, retrieving a cigar from his pocket. An aide promptly lit it for him.

"This is quite entertaining." Kingpin watched with interest, a playful look on his face.

"I'm alright." Hawkeye descended, using his hook for support. His clothes were singed, hair frizzed by the RPG's heat.

Fortunately!

As he claimed,

He was unharmed.

He'd leapt from the tower just before the rocket hit.

Nearby, Daredevil was besieged by gang members, but the night aided him, allowing him to hide and launch surprise attacks.

"So it's you, from the Homeland Strategic Defense and Logistics Support Bureau, Hawkeye," Bullseye jeered, leaping down, drawing a set of special, gold-trimmed playing cards.

Like Hawkeye, Bullseye was synonymous with precision.

Both were expert marksmen.

"Sorry, never heard of you," Hawkeye said with disdain, drawing his bow.

With it, he could match an entire S.H.I.E.L.D. team of a hundred!

"Oh~"

"Is that so..."

Bullseye smirked, holding a card between his index and middle fingers.

'Two of Clubs'

'Ace of Diamonds'

"Whoosh"

"Shhhhh"

The two began their showdown.

For pride!

Seeing Hawkeye was safe, Leo exhaled in relief. He drew two steel-cutting knives, one in each hand, and charged along the glass path toward Kingpin, who was casually observing the chaos, cigar in hand.

"Oh boy."

"Looks like you've picked the worst opponent," Kingpin grinned, tearing open his white suit to reveal his muscular physique.

The suited bodyguards obediently stepped back.

In truth, aside from trusted aides like Bullseye, Kingpin's bodyguards were mere decoration.

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