Capítulo 10: Chapter 9: Enemy Escapes, He Chases, Enemy Cannot Fly Away
With two Glock 17 pistols, 38 bullets emptied in an instant.
Most of the dozen gunmen fell immediately.
The few remaining turned around and saw a flash of a demonic mask in the darkness.
One of them was instantly filled with terror and yelled into his communicator, "It's the demon face! He's here! He's with Daredevil, and he just killed most of our men!"
"Mission failed, requesting retreat, mission fai—"
"Bang!"
A bullet pierced his temple, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
The shot wasn't fired by Cohen.
A chilling voice came through the gunman's communicator: "Perfect timing! Daredevil and the demon face are both my targets. Take them all down! Anyone who dares retreat, I'll kill you myself. Forward! Kill Daredevil!"
…
After the successful strike, Cohen didn't stay but swiftly moved toward where the sniper was, using the darkness as cover.
He knew the layout of Hell's Kitchen like the back of his hand and made sure never to expose himself to the sniper's line of sight.
As he ran, he asked David, "Did you get a good look at the sniper?"
"He's in a black uniform with white stripes, couldn't see his face. The only distinctive thing is a target symbol on his forehead mask. I'm hacking into the police system now, hold on… Nothing's coming up. Wait, I'll try Homeland Security…"
"No need. I know who he is!"
"What?"
"Bullseye, Daredevil's nemesis! Heh, no wonder he's given Daredevil such a hard time."
David's voice came through with some confusion, "Why do I feel like you're kind of enjoying this? If you don't like him, why are you helping him?"
"No, I don't dislike him, I just don't like him. He's a good person with noble morals, but I've always looked down on his methods. Idealistic, naïve, even a bit pure. He wants to change this filthy world, but he won't even dirty his hands with blood! He doesn't want to wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, or go to the deepest pits of hell when he dies. But that means he's destined to fail! In this sense, I even agree a little with Kingpin's view: blood and death are the only ways to create order, even if it's dark order!"
David was silent for a moment before responding, "Honestly, you're not God's knight, you're the devil's spokesperson."
"Heh, it's just a matter of perspective. Is the second drone in place?"
"It's been ready, but it's far off. We can see him, but not his actions clearly."
"That's enough!"
With David's guidance, Cohen swiftly approached the building where Bullseye was.
He silently ascended the stairs, then suddenly burst through the rooftop door.
Gunfire erupted as he mercilessly fired a dozen rounds toward the prone figure.
"Bang bang bang!"
But as the bullets hit, Cohen immediately realized something was off—no blood!
"Hehe, did you think I wouldn't notice that sneaky drone?"
Before the voice even finished, several bullets flew toward Cohen. His eyes widened as everything around him slowed down again. He dodged back behind the rooftop door.
Bullseye, wearing nothing but his underwear, stood there for a moment, impressed, "Such fast reflexes!"
Cohen touched the blood trickling from a graze on his face, cursing, "Damn it, high-profile targets are always hard to kill!"
David, equally shaken, exclaimed, "How did he notice the drone? Damn, from that far, of course it's hard to see the difference between real and fake!"
"Watch out, he's coming in!"
Cohen frowned, "Coming in? Fine, I'll kill him right here!"
As Bullseye darted through the rooftop door, Cohen opened fire, but the twisting staircase made it difficult for either of them to land a clean shot.
While Bullseye was reloading, Cohen suddenly rammed into him, knocking the gun out of his hand, and followed up with a series of vicious punches. Bullseye, caught off guard, was left with a black eye. He quickly recovered, though, and soon they were fighting evenly.
The battle reached a stalemate.
Gritting his teeth, Cohen focused his tired mind and unleashed three rapid, powerful punches!
Bullseye bent over in pain. Seizing the moment, Cohen threw him over his shoulder, sending him crashing down the stairwell.
Bullseye was in agony, lying on the ground, groaning.
Now was the time to finish him off!
After all, this was a bronze-level target!
Cohen picked up his gun, pressing it against Bullseye's forehead. But then he hesitated.
There was no fear in Bullseye's eyes!
This was his first bronze-level target, and if he didn't score a five-star evaluation, it would be a huge loss.
In the past few days, he'd come to fully understand the vast difference between non-five-star rewards and five-star rewards. One gave him abilities like powerful night vision and compound eyes, while the other was just a few attribute points—only luck would grant a mastery-level skill.
Bullseye spat out bloody saliva, "Heh, demon face, you got lucky this time. If there's a next time, I'll kill you! You and that damned Daredevi—"
Before he could finish, Cohen grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to the rooftop, hanging him halfway over the edge.
The ground was dozens of meters below, but still, there was little fear in Bullseye's eyes.
Noticing the confusion in Bullseye's eyes, Cohen smirked and asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"
"…"
Cohen's eyes flashed with an idea, and with a "rip," he tore off Bullseye's last piece of underwear. "Now, are you scared?"
(T/L- I have no idea why Bullseye would come with only wearing an under wear. I mean he had all the time to put on his costume)
Bullseye's eyes widened in horror, his voice finally trembling, "What are you going to do?"
"Your fear is still not enough."
Cohen waved to the sky, "Drone, record this. After he's dead, play it on the big screen in Times Square, on repeat!"
"You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me! I'm not dying here!"
Summoning an unexpected burst of strength, Bullseye broke free from Cohen's grip and leaped down, grabbing onto the next floor's railing, then continued jumping down.
Watching his frantic escape, Cohen was pleased.
A wicked smile curled his lips, "You can't escape from me, little prey!"
Bullseye was gravely injured, only surviving on a surge of adrenaline. After escaping down the building, he barely got far before exhaustion hit.
Cohen, the hunter, was relishing in the final chase.
But David interrupted his fun.
"Watch out, Knight! Daredevil's taken out the remaining gunmen and is heading your way!"
Cohen frowned, "That guy took more than one bullet, and he's still fighting?"
"More than that, his wounds are still bleeding! You say you're God's knight, but I think he's God's favorite son!"
"That guy's mental stats must be off the charts!"
Not waiting any longer, Cohen caught up with Bullseye, grabbing him by the neck with his left hand and readying his right fist.
"Bang!"
A punch sent blood spraying from Bullseye's nose.
Bullseye's hands feebly grasped at Cohen's arm, trying to resist.
"Bang!"
Bullseye's arms dropped, and he fell unconscious.
The third punch was raised high—
"Stop!"
(End of Chapter)
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