Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Green Arrow Appears!
"Looks like I came just in time," Green Arrow remarked with a wry smile.
It was Anton clone in action.
The real Anton had already returned home, controlling the Green Arrow persona remotely to arrive at the Osborn Estate.
After promising Norman that he would look after Harry, Anton had carefully analyzed Harry precarious situation and realized it was even worse than he'd initially thought. Harry wasn't just in trouble—he was teetering on the edge of disaster.
Through contacts at the High Table, Anton obtained detailed intelligence.
Among the revelations: Hammer Industries, in coordination with certain military factions, was preparing to launch a decisive strike on Osborn private forces to force Harry into submission.
This "strike" was likely to result in Harry meeting with an unfortunate "accident."
So Anton had ensured his arrival aligned perfectly with the impending crisis.
"Are these Hammer people?"
Green Arrow keen eyes spotted figures moving swiftly toward the estate under the cover of darkness.
Inside the estate, Osborn private military forces were already on high alert.
Green Arrow knew this was the decisive moment Harry had been dreading.
"Attack!"
Hammer Industries' operatives exchanged glances before abandoning all pretense, pulling out their weapons to launch a barrage of suppressive fire on the estate.
Cromwell Donald, commanding Osborn forces, immediately directed a counterattack.
Boom!
The estate high walls were instantly riddled with bullet holes.
Chunks of stone crumbled under the relentless assault, with debris flying in all directions.
Worse still, Hammer forces deployed incendiary grenades, setting parts of the estate ablaze. Flames erupted, consuming the defenders and plunging the estate into chaos.
Inside the estate underground safe room, Harry stared at the surveillance monitors, his anxiety growing with every passing second.
His fragile confidence was crumbling.
The brutal scene unfolding before him made it impossible to believe he could survive this calculated onslaught.
Harry face was pale, his hands trembling as he watched the chaos unfold.
Suddenly—
The surveillance footage took a startling turn.
Swish!
An arrow cut through the night, streaking across the screen and piercing the throat of a Hammer operative who had breached the estate.
"Gurk… g-ghhh…"
The man eyes bulged as his windpipe and spine were skewered by the arrow precision. The sheer force carried him backward before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"What?"
The leader of Hammer operatives noticed the commotion and furrowed his brow, scanning the direction from which the arrow had come.
To his shock, more arrows began raining down from the shadows like a relentless storm.
Boom!
Some arrows exploded on impact, sending flames and shrapnel tearing through the Hammer forces. The leader watched in horror as one of his men, engulfed in fire, fell to the ground—lifeless, charred, and unrecognizable.
"Who there?"
The leader roared in frustration, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
"Take cover!"
Recognizing the dire situation, he ordered his team to halt their advance. He dove behind a decorative rock formation, peering through the cracks to locate the elusive attacker who was decimating his forces from the shadows.
Meanwhile, Osborn private troops, led by Cromwell, were equally stunned.
Even Harry, still glued to the surveillance monitors, was wide-eyed with disbelief.
Neither Cromwell nor Harry had any idea who this deadly archer was.
Such a formidable ally had never been mentioned before.
Cromwell searched his memory for clues. In his years of service, he'd heard whispers of a legendary archer—a harbinger of death.
The stories described a man belonging to a shadowy organization, a marksman whose missions always ended in death. This archer was said to be unstoppable, killing gods and demons alike.
Those who witnessed his handiwork rarely lived to tell the tale.
He was akin to the infamous "Winter Soldier."
A near-mythical assassin who had appeared sporadically over decades, each time leaving a high-profile corpse in his wake.
Cromwell, whose information network was vast, had only heard faint whispers of this legend.
"Could it be… the man they call 'Hawkeye'?"
As wave after wave of arrows rained down, seemingly without end, Cromwell couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could it really be him?"
"Keep hiding and look for an opportunity to counterattack!" the Hammer squad leader growled through gritted teeth. "There no way that bastard arrows are unlimited!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the relentless rain of arrows ceased.
The sharp, constant whistling of arrows cutting through the air suddenly stopped.
The Hammer leader grimace twisted into a sneer.
"Advance!" he roared, seizing the moment and gesturing for his troops to charge forward again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off surfaces as spent shell casings clattered to the ground.
Cromwell forces retaliated, exchanging fire.
And then—
Swish!
Unbeknownst to them, one final arrow sliced through the darkness.
Indeed, Green Arrow quiver wasn't bottomless. The clone could only replenish arrows within a 100-meter radius of Anton, who was currently watching the entire "performance" from the comfort of his home.
Yet the clone had saved one last arrow, reserved for the Hammer squad leader who had revealed himself during the chaos.
Swish!
The chilling sound of arrows slicing through the air returned, each note a harbinger of death.
The remaining operatives froze, terror written across their faces as the deadly projectiles closed in.
Thud!
An arrow struck the Hammer squad leader, piercing clean through his throat and embedding itself into the stone behind him.
The shaft quivered, its fletching vibrating like a rattlesnake tail.
"Ghh… gghhh…"
Clutching his neck, the leader gurgled attempts at speech were unintelligible. His wide eyes were filled with terror as his body slumped against the rock before collapsing to the ground.
"Who…?"
In his final moments, he rasped out a question that hung heavy in the air.
"Who… are you…?"
The dying man last words echoed the unspoken thoughts of everyone present.
Both Hammer operatives and Osborn defenders were equally desperate to identify the shadowy figure who had turned the tide of battle with his lethal precision.
In the underground safe room, Harry Osborn stared at the monitor in disbelief.
He hadn't expected anyone to intervene in this dire moment, let alone someone so formidable.
Could it be one of his father Norman Osborn contingency plans?
It was possible.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps broke the eerie silence as the man stepped out of the shadows and into the open.
With his quiver empty and the battle nearly over, there was no need for Green Arrow to stay concealed.
The remaining Hammer forces were too few and demoralized to pose a threat, even without the archer.
"Is that… Hawkeye?"
Cromwell gasped, his thoughts racing.
The stories he'd heard, the reputation, the prowess—all seemed to match this man, save for the green uniform.
"Hawkeye?"
The man in the green suit sneered, turning his masked face toward Cromwell.
The look in his eyes was sharp and disdainful, as if the comparison itself was an insult.
"My name is Green Arrow."
Green Arrow?!
The name was foreign to Cromwell and the surviving Hammer operatives.
In the underground safe room, Harry froze at the sound of the name.
Something about it seemed familiar. Then, his eyes widened in realization.
He recalled the ambitious plans Anton had laid out during discussions about DC Films—the same plans that mentioned a growing pantheon of heroes.
Batman.
There was no doubt in Harry mind now.
This Green Arrow was sent by Batman.
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