"Any other questions?"

Harry looked at the two men.

"By the way, you're not alone in this fight. Remember my father? Norman Osborn has already established a good relationship with the prosecutor's office. In fact, there have always been numerous public prosecutions against Kingpin, such as drug trafficking and murder. Every year, prosecutors dealing with these cases are handled, but new eager beavers also come in."

Bribery, kidnapping, coercion, and even murder, Kingpin's criminal empire is a nation built on violence and lies, where all operations are conducted in the dark.

Therefore, Kingpin rarely provokes serious heavyweights. Compared to one or two solo superheroes, a force in the open can be more lethal to him.

This time, Harry has indicated that Norman is funding the prosecutor's office to pursue some criminal activities in Hell's Kitchen.

"Additionally, Oscorp, my father, and the New York City Police Commissioner George Stacy have reached a cooperation agreement regarding the enhancement of police presence in Hell's Kitchen and the establishment of a temporary witness protection area. If you need to protect witnesses, remember to contact him."

Harry took out a business card with George Stacy's phone number on it.

This police commissioner is the future boyfriend of Spider-Man, Gwen's father, a very upright police officer, and introducing him to Matt is also one of Harry's plans, a plan to build the Osborn family's political influence.

"Well, that's it for today."

Harry got up to leave but was grabbed by Matt.

"You didn't bring a bodyguard, did you? Someone's coming for you."

As he finished speaking, the office door was kicked open, the old and dilapidated wooden door creaked and then slammed to the ground.

It was Bullseye - an Irish bald man with a target carved on his head.

"Uh... who is this guy?" Fred looked at Bullseye and then at Matt, who was on high alert.

"A professional assassin, one of Kingpin's men. Remember the grocer who was killed by a paperclip?"

"He doesn't look like a shopkeeper."

"He's an assassin. Find a place to hide."

Hart wanted to laugh, but he was also relieved that he had completed the Spartan program.

It was time to test his current strength, and the system seemed to be on the same page as Harry.

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[Temporary Mission Published: Try Your Hand]

[Mission Content: Subdue/Kill Bullseye Alone]

[Mission Reward: Spartan Warrior Training Program, Iron Driver Training Program]

"It seems someone's getting desperate. What did Kingpin tell you? To kill me or kidnap me?" Harry slowly took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves. "Matt, you should step aside too."

Bullseye didn't say a word, but his expression was like that of a mental patient, and the way he straightened the paperclip looked like a performance artist - the more bizarre kind.

"Warming up, are we?"

As Harry spoke, Bullseye threw the straightened paperclip. These things flew towards Harry's throat like bullets out of the barrel!

"Ugh---"

Harry clutched his neck and collapsed onto the sofa, while Bullseye swaggered in, looking triumphant.

Only Matt noticed something was off, stepping back with a mix of helplessness and shock.

Just as Bullseye was about to speak, Harry sprang up with a bang!

"Did you really think you hit me? You bald freak," Harry said, throwing the wire back with force. However, lacking skill, his throw was neither accurate nor stable, and Bullseye easily caught it.

"You... you made me miss?!" Bullseye, a paranoid psychopath, looked like he was having an asthma attack when he got angry.

"It seems someone's getting desperate again."

Harry shrugged, Bullseye's skills were indeed impeccable, but Harry, who had undergone the Spartan program, saw his movements clearly, even calculating the trajectory of these little gadgets before Bullseye released the paperclip!

"You see, I don't throw things around like a child having a tantrum, so can we solve this problem in a more manly way?" Harry looked at Bullseye, who was pulling out a bunch of throwing knives and cards, and said with a headache.

"I never miss!" Bullseye, in a frenzy, threw the objects in his hand, a barrage of lethal weapons shooting out. Harry knew he couldn't dodge all the projectiles this time.

Harry reached for the sofa, easily holding it in front of him like a toy, and charged at Bullseye!

Matt, who was watching, was stunned - that was a three-seater sofa!

Bang!

The massive impact drove the sofa into the wall, and Bullseye was also dumbfounded by the scene. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or he would have been stuck in the wall by now!

This collision not only blocked Bullseye's retreat but also brought the two men very close together!

"Come on, let's settle this the old-fashioned way."

Harry threw a punch, but his amateur boxing was always narrowly dodged by Bullseye. Bullseye soon realized that this powerful Mr. Osborn seemed to have no fighting experience. He grabbed his arm, taking advantage of the moment when Harry's old force had just left and the new force had not yet been generated, and locked Harry's hand with a joint technique.

But as everyone knows, you can lock a person who is 10, 20, or even more pounds heavier than you with a joint technique, but you can't lock a tiger or an elephant, let alone Harry's joints are stronger than steel.

"Are you done playing around?" Harry violently shook his arm, slamming Bullseye to the ground, spewing blood. The ground was even cracked, the old building swayed, and the glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Matt's body went cold when he sensed this scene - Mr. Osborn was as weak as a chick a month ago, how did he become Captain America today?

Harry frowned at Bullseye, who was lying on the ground, and then kicked him hard, properly kicking him into the wall, which made the onlookers shudder.

Of course, this kick wasn't because Harry had a sadistic tendency, but the system hadn't prompted the mission to be completed yet.

[Mission Completed, Bullseye has been subdued]

[Reward has been distributed.]

Seeing the system prompt, Harry satisfactorily pulled Bullseye out of the wall.

"You're really ruthless," Matt said.

Indeed, looking at Bullseye's twisted appearance, he was probably hanging on by a thread, and if left unattended, he would likely die in no time.

"Can this guy be a breakthrough for prosecuting Kingpin?" Harry asked.

"It's a bit difficult... As a professional killer, this guy's identity has long been erased, and his psychotic mental state also makes it difficult for him to serve as a witness."

"Well... indeed, then just kill him?" Bullseye was still an ordinary person at this moment, and it wouldn't take much effort to kill him.

"What? But..."

Matt was shocked again, seemingly wanting to say something, but Harry interrupted him.

"Come on, are you really going to pretend with me? How long can this guy be locked up? Oh, right, considering his mental state, whether he can even go to prison is another matter. Think about how many people he's killed?"

Matt fell silent, knowing Harry was right, but he was uneasy.

"...Aren't you worried about your image?" Matt avoided the discussion of killing and said.

"Me? What do I have to worry about?" Harry put on his clothes and took a sip of water. "A foreigner with no identity, a professional killer, attacked a successful millionaire who is passionate about improving the lives of citizens, and was killed in self-defense by me. I think this is a positive image."

"A tough entrepreneur capable of protecting himself and others, is that negative? I'll leave this case to you, and if you want to charge him with a few crimes, I support it, it shouldn't be hard to dig up this guy's criminal record."

Without waiting for Matt's response, Harry walked straight out of the office, and even gave Bullseye on the ground another kick.

"This time the law is on our side, go for it, Matt."