259. The Death of ck Canary!


    Scene shift.


    On the other side of New Babylon—


    A scream tore through the entire corridor.


    The incredible destructive force instantly shattered all the ss in Hydra''s underground fortress. The venttion ducts shook violently, and the emergency lights flickered out, leaving only the rms buzzing.


    "I must say, it''s an honor to personally kill a hero from another world!"


    Holding Elektra''s Sai, Bullseye first sidestepped, avoiding the brunt of the sonic wave, then lunged at ck Canary. The sharp, three-pronged short Sai gleamed coldly as it aimed straight for ck Canary''s throat.


    "I don''t even know who you are—"


    ck Canary retreated, blocking Bullseye''s arm holding the Sai, then kicked out, sending Bullseye back a few feet. Using the momentum, she flipped mid-air andnded gracefully on the ground, immediately hurling a throwing knife.


    "And you''ve picked the wrong opponent, old man!"


    "Really?"


    Sparks flew in front of Bullseye as he swiftly deflected the knife, embedding it into the nearby wall.


    "I hope you have enough skill to entertain me. If this is all you''ve got, I''ll be terribly disappointed. And as of now, I am very disappointed."


    Bullseye grinned viciously, his face twisted with malice.


    ck Canary was about to retort when a chill suddenly swept over her. She barely had time to tilt her head before a sharp wind sliced across her cheek, blood sttering.


    The attack came suddenly, giving ck Canary no time to hesitate or react. She hadn''t yet escaped the first wave of attacks and hadn''t even seen what had struck her when, in the next instant, another three-pronged trident pierced her left shoulder from the darkness.


    The familiar pain coursed through her, something she hadn''t felt in a long time. A shiver ran through her, snapping her back to full awareness.


    From the corner of her eye, she noticed the weapon that had hurt her—it was one of the tridents Bullseye wielded. But she hadn''t seen him throw it, nor had she realized he''d already made his move.


    As the God of Throwing in the Marvel world, Bullseye''s innate throwing ability allowed him to hit targets with impossible precision, no matter the object. ck Canary''s earlier knife-throw was child''s ypared to this.


    "What''s wrong,dy? Scared?"


    Bullseye sneered, pulling out a dagger from behind him, a weapon from the Alpha Squad.


    "How do the super-criminals from your world operate? Do you all y games? Or is it that you don''t even qualify as a real superhero?"


    "I''ve faced many vicious enemies, but I have to admit, none of them have made me feel as disgusted as you."


    ck Canary pulled out the trident, which hadn''t gone too deep, not enough to seriously injure her. She stood up slowly, staring coldly at Bullseye.


    "What disgusts me even more is this world, that it''s fallen into the hands of scum like you!"


    ck Canary unleashed her extraordinary closebat skills, moving as gracefully as a leopard. Even at the risk of being hit by Bullseye''s dagger, she charged at him.


    "If you''re disgusted with this world, I don''t mind putting you out of your misery!"


    Bullseye threw three ying cards, but ck Canary dodged them all. Seeing her rushing forward, Bullseye didn''t flinch, gripping his dagger and stabbing straight at her.


    Both were masters ofbat. ck Canary, a renowned instructor for the new generation of fighters in the DC universe, needed no introduction. Bullseye, a mercenary by trade, had faced off against Daredevil, the Punisher, Deadpool, and Captain America, even managing to outsmart Spider-Man at times.


    The intense battle unfolded in the narrow corridor, the walls illuminated only by their rapidly shifting shadows. With the dim, flickering red light, their positions changed with every movement.


    The corridor echoed with the sound of punches and kicks, the scrape of shoes against the floor, as two masters from different worlds shed with seemingly equal skill.


    ck Canary drove her knee into Bullseye''s abdomen. Before he could react, she raised her right arm, delivering a sharp elbow strike to his face.


    In such close-quartersbat, legs were almost useless. The fighters had to maintain an extremely subtle bnce of position and distance to fully utilize their abilities.


    Kicking would only give the opponent time to counter, as any experienced fighter could find a way to defend during the kick. But knees and elbows were different. They could strike with shorter, faster bursts of power, not requiring bnce or core strength to deliver devastating blows.


    This kind of short-range, high-impact attack left little time for the opponent to react. Unlike shy, theatrical moves, elbow strikes were the hallmark of those who sought to get up close and deliver the most brutal hits. However, while this might work against an ordinary person, ck Canary had overlooked one thing—Bullseye was no ''ordinary person.''


    ck Canary felt as if her elbow had struck solid steel. In the next instant, a mechanical hand mped tightly around her throat, cutting off her air.


    "You''ll need to be much stronger if you want to break through my Deathlok exoskeleton... Oh, you''re fantastic, far better than that old waste Barton and his useless daughter."


    Having fought ck Canary, Bullseye knew how formidable she was. Not wanting to give her any chance to counter, he mmed her against the wall, squeezing her throat even tighter. The tremendous force and impact drew a cry of pain from ck Canary, who coughed up blood.


    "I''m not going to give you a chance, ck Canary. Yes, I know your codename. Don''t look so surprised. Without me, do you really think your team could''ve cracked the bunker''s secret doors or dealt with Z so easily?"


    Seeing ck Canary''s pitiful state, Bullseyeughed maniacally, his face contorted with madness.


    "I''ve waited over forty years for this moment. I sacrificed everything to kill a superhero with my own hands. I destroyed the Red Skull''sst hope for this exact moment."


    He raised the dagger in his other hand, aiming it straight for ck Canary''s head.


    "This is my rightful glory!"


    Swoosh—!


    The tip of the dagger stopped just one centimeter from ck Canary''s eye. Despite using all his strength, Bullseye''s dagger couldn''t move an inch further. The crazed grin on his face froze, quickly reced by pure rage. He turned his head coldly and saw a thin thread of spider-silk wrapped around his wrist.


    The web was extremely thin but incredibly strong, unbreakable even with his strength.


    Bullseye turned, his eyes following the translucent thread back into the darkness, where it was connected to Ashley, whoy twitching on the ground.


    "... Don''t you underestimate me, you damned old relic!"


    "No... No..."


    Bullseye sighed softly. Ashley couldn''t see his face clearly, but she could vaguely make out his glowing red eyes, staring at her like the gaze of Death itself.


    "You really are an annoying little pest, Barton''s brat. You ruined my perfect moment. Honestly, I wasn''t nning to kill you."


    "You can''t kill her."


    ck Canary gripped the mechanical thumb around her neck, loosening its hold just enough. Then, she jabbed her fingers into Bullseye''s throat.


    "And also—"


    The blow to his throat made Bullseye instinctively release her, clutching his neck. ck Canary, of course, wasn''t about to miss this golden opportunity.


    "Ashley''s not annoying at all—AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"


    A terrifying sonic wave sted through the corridor, hitting Bullseye squarely.


    The immense force sent Bullseye flying. This soundwave attack was far stronger than any she''d used before, flinging Bullseye like a broken kite, crashing through the walls at lightning speed as if he were a discarded stic bag.


    The soundwave whipped up a fierce wind, shaking the corridor, as Bullseye smashed into the room beyond, causing a loud crash.


    Panting heavily, ck Canary finally began to rx after unleashing her full-strength attack.


    "You did it!" Ashley smiled, though Bullseye''s specialized insecticide still left her unable to move.


    "Yeah... we did it."


    ck Canary took deep breaths, a faint smile tugging at her lips.


    "Come help me up, damn it. That old lunatic''s poison is no joke. I''m sweating all over," Ashley grumbled.


    "I should''ve spotted him sooner. If he hadn''t ambushed me, I would''ve torn off that mechanical arm of his and given it to you as a toy. Assuming you like collecting things."


    As she spoke, Ashley suddenly noticed that ck Canary wasn''t moving, not even reacting to her words.


    "...Hey... hey, what''s wrong?"


    With great difficulty, Ashley raised her head, her eyes widening as she nced over at ck Canary''s position.


    She saw ck Canary leaning against the wall, a golden trident embedded in her abdomen. Ashley recognized it—it was the sacred Neptune''s Trident, the weapon of Namor the Sub-Mariner!


    "ck Canary, don''t scare me!"


    The wind howled, leaving behind only dead silence. The only sound left in the corridor was Ashley''sbored breathing, the rapid pounding of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. Suddenly, a noise came from the shattered wall. In the darkness, a figure slowly crawled up.


    "...She didn''t scare you, and..."


    Bullseye grinned through gritted teeth.


    "...She''ll never answer you again!"


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