On top of the bell tower.

Hawkeye Bruce looked through the scope at Li Feng, who was carrying Black Widow Jessica out of the shower. The built-in miniature computer in his scarlet electronic eye was running rapidly, mapping a series of data in his mind.

Bruce, a former participant in the Northern Federation's Super Soldier transformation program, he was once a Navy SEAL.

He served the Northern Federation for years, then voluntarily underwent the Super Soldier transformation, but clearly as a transformed human, he was not perfect.

Just as the lab was about to carry out a humane termination on him, Bruce, sensing the crisis in advance, broke out of that lab.

But the transformation also came with side effects, so Bruce needed large amounts of money to maintain his bodily functions, which is one reason he became an assassin.

Additionally, after defecting, Bruce no longer had a clear goal to fight for, and with powers beyond ordinary humans due to his transformation, Bruce began to enjoy hunting the strong.

It seemed that only by doing so could he find a purpose for his life and gain satisfaction.

Dragon King.

Hey.

Bruce exhaled, then held his breath, lowering his heart rate to a critical value.

The target under the scope was right in line with the direction of the gun's muzzle. As for Black Widow's previous warning, Bruce, who had long removed his earpiece, did not hear it at all. Even if he had, he would have ignored it.

He didn't mind at all, whether killing two with one bullet, even if the other one was a comrade.

And a beautiful one at that.

With his heartbeat steady as a calm pond, Bruce, after processing the calculations, decisively pulled the trigger. The specially-made bullet, upon leaving the barrel, began to spin rapidly, creating a spiral airflow along the bullet's path.

The spiral allows the bullet's trajectory to be more stable.

Over a distance of 1,500 meters, the bullet takes more than two seconds to reach its target. These two seconds, under normal circumstances, are merely the time to blink twice or make a single motion.

But under the bullet's trajectory, the bullet is influenced by gravity shift, wind direction, air humidity, and other factors; the greater the distance, the greater the influence.

A hair's breadth of error could result in a huge deviation.

It's over.

Bruce watched the bullet's path. This bullet would accurately hit the opponent's chest. The specially-made bullet was designed to instantly turn half of the target's body into pieces the moment it entered.

Unless the opponent was a Superman, there was no chance of survival.

Hmm?

But in the next second.

Bruce was stunned.

The scene he most wanted to see did not appear; the blood-red rose that should have blossomed instantly did not show up. The bullet missed its mark, grazing the target, then opened a football-sized hole in the wall behind him.

Missed the shot?

The world-renowned Number One Assassin, Hawkeye, who never missed a shot, actually missed?

His brain stalled for just 0.01 seconds before Bruce quickly cycled the bolt, peering through the scope toward the hotel room 1,500 meters away.

One missed shot already meant a lost opportunity. According to procedure, whether successful or not, he should abandon the sniping and retreat immediately.

But his first-ever failure since his debut was unacceptable to Bruce.

When the scope refocused.

Bruce was astonished to find that his prey hadn't immediately ducked or dodged; instead, he made a mocking gesture, raising his middle finger towards him.

At a distance of 1,500 meters, it was nearly impossible to clearly see the target with the naked eye without the help of a scope or binoculars.

Bruce was a bit infuriated; this was blatant provocation.

Without saying a word, holding his breath, Bruce pulled the trigger again, and two seconds later, the second bullet pierced through the hotel's glass once more.

Bang.

The bullet's immense destructive power opened another large hole in the wall behind Li Feng, who smiled coldly as he looked towards the distant bell tower.

If you didn't get closer, you wouldn't see the air wall one zhang in front of Li Feng.

Though he couldn't stop a bullet from the King of Heavy Snipers, altering the bullet's direction wasn't hard for Li Feng.

A bullet would find its deviation under tiny variables, and as long as Li Feng formed the air wall into a wedge in the shape of a human, the bullet would drift.

Tsk.

They indeed paid a high price to kill him.

A thought flashed through Li Feng's mind. After deflecting the second bullet, he flicked his hand to launch a surgical blade.

One thousand five hundred meters.

Given the weight of a surgical blade, it could hardly travel such a distance; even flying two or three dozen meters would see it blown off course by the wind.

But this throw by Li Feng was essentially telekinetically controlled.

Wrapped in Telekinesis, the surgical blade accelerated and adjusted continuously under the force of this spiritual power.

Li Feng exerted all his spiritual power, arguably operating at full capacity; it was the first time he extended his spiritual power over such a vast distance.

Even though the blade wasn't heavy, firing it such a distance was still no easy task.

Under Telekinesis, the speed of the surgical blade was not inferior to that of a bullet, relentlessly crossing that impossible distance.

In the bell tower's interior, invisible to the naked eye, spiritual power barely locked onto the target.

But Li Feng's spiritual power was consuming like flowing water, and though he was nearing the target, his mind momentarily blacked out.

Li Feng staggered.

As his mind was about to lose consciousness, Li Feng instinctively rolled sideways.

He was at his limit; after all, his spiritual power wasn't yet strong enough.

After all, it had not been long since he opened the Divine Acupoint, but he had strong willpower before, which, when the Divine Acupoint was opened, directly granted him powerful spiritual power.

And at the very moment Li Feng collapsed,

the third Barrett bullet was already whizzing out. As the King of Heavy Snipers, the Barrett required manual loading for each shot, which, even with rapid actions, still took two to three seconds.

Li Feng raised a middle finger in provocation because he feared the opponent would flee after missing one shot. As a mercenary, Li Feng understood perfectly the rules that snipers adhered to.

The opponent indeed fired a second shot under Li Feng's provocation, allowing Li Feng to counterattack. Of course, Li Feng could have just fled when he sensed the opponent; the Dragon Guards had already arrived at the bell tower and would naturally deal with him.

But dodging wasn't Li Feng's style; if you dared to shoot at me, then you must bear the consequences.

On top of the bell tower.

After firing the third shot, Bruce hadn't yet confirmed the result when he noticed a glint of coldness flashing in his eye.

Before he could react, that glint pierced through the scope and then shot through the scope, entering through Bruce's electronic eye.

"Ah!"

Bruce's eyeball immediately gushed blood as he let out a wretched scream.

But Bruce didn't die. Firstly, the surgical blade, after flying a bit farther, had lost its momentum without Telekinesis pulling it, and after penetrating the scope, its power was much reduced.

If it had been a human eye, this might have been fatal, but Bruce's one eye was electronic, instantly jamming the blade.

Shooting geese all day long, but getting blinded.

Just as Bruce grabbed the nearby earpiece to call for support, footsteps echoed inside the bell tower: "The hunt failed, I'm exposed, send someone to pick me up."