"Any other questions?"
Harry looked at the two of them.
"By the way, you aren't fighting alone. My father, remember? Norman Osborn has already established relations with the prosecutor's office. In fact, there have always been many public prosecutions against Kingpin, like drug trafficking and murder. Every year, prosecutors like that are dealt with, but new hotheads always come in."
Bribery, kidnapping, coercion, and even murder—Kingpin's criminal empire was a kingdom built on violence and lies. In this society, these were all shady operations.
So Kingpin rarely provoked the real big players. Compared to one or two solo superheroes, an organization operating in the open could cause him much more lethal damage.
And this time, Harry had already signaled Norman to fund the prosecutor's office's public prosecution of certain criminal activities within Hells Kitchen.
"Additionally, the Osborn Group, along with my father, has reached a cooperation agreement with New York City Police Director George Stacy regarding strengthening the Police force in Hells Kitchen and establishing a temporary witness protection zone. 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 Director was the father of Spider-Man's future girlfriend, Gwen. He was a very upright policeman. Introducing him to Matt was also part of Harry's plan—a plan to build the political influence of the Osborn Family.
"Well then, that's all for today."
Harry stood up to leave but was grabbed by Matt.
"You didn't bring bodyguards, right? Someone is coming for you."
Just as he finished speaking, the office door was kicked open. The old, dilapidated wooden door creaked and then slammed onto the floor with a bang.
It was Bullseye—a bald Irishman with a target carved into his forehead.
"Uh... who is this guy?" Foggy looked at Bullseye and then at Matt, who looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"A professional assassin, one of Kingpin's men. Remember the grocery store owner killed by a paperclip?"
"He doesn't look like an owner."
"He's the assassin. Find a place to hide."
Harry felt like laughing, but he was also relieved that he had already completed the spartan program modification.
It was time to test his current strength, and the system seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Harry.
[Temporary Mission Issued: A Small Test]
[Mission Content: Subdue or kill Bullseye alone]
[Mission Reward: Spartan Warrior Training Program, Pilot Training Program]
"It seems someone is getting anxious. What did Kingpin tell you? To take me out or kidnap me?" Harry slowly took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "Matt, you step aside too."
Bullseye didn't speak, but his expression was like that of a psychopath, and the way he pulled out a paperclip and straightened it made him look like a performance artist—the more bizarre kind.
"A bit of practice first, then?"
Just as Harry was speaking, Bullseye flicked the straightened wire from the paperclip. These things were thrown like bullets leaving a barrel, flying straight toward Harry's throat!
"Ugh—"
Harry clutched his neck and slumped onto the sofa on his own. Bullseye walked in triumphantly, flicking his clothes.
Only Matt noticed something was wrong, stepping back two paces, half-helpless and half-shocked.
Just as Bullseye was about to speak, Harry jumped up with a bang!
"You didn't think you actually hit me, did you? You bald freak." Saying this, Harry forcefully threw the wire back. However, lacking skill, the wire he threw was neither accurate nor stable and was easily caught by Bullseye.
"You... you made me miss?!" Bullseye was indeed a paranoid psychopath; his angry expression looked like he was having an asthma attack.
"It seems someone else is getting anxious now."
Harry shrugged. Bullseye's technique was indeed impeccable, but Harry, modified by the spartan program, could see his movements clearly. He had even calculated the flight paths of those little trinkets as soon as they left Bullseye's hand!
"Look, I won't throw things around like a child throwing a tantrum. So can we settle this more quickly in a more manly way?" Harry said, looking at Bullseye, who was pulling out a large pile of darts and cards, feeling a bit of a headache.
"I never miss!" The agitated Bullseye fiercely threw the projectiles in his hand. A deluge of lethal weapons shot out. Harry knew he couldn't dodge all the hidden weapons this time.
Harry reached out and grabbed the sofa, holding it in front of him like a toy as he charged toward Bullseye!
Matt, standing to the side, was already stunned—that was a three-seater sofa!
Bang!
The massive impact wedged the sofa into the wall. Bullseye was also dumbfounded by all this. Luckily he dodged quickly, or he would probably be stuck in the wall by now!
This collision not only blocked Bullseye's retreat but also brought the distance between the two very close!
"Come on, let's settle this battle the old-fashioned way."
Harry threw a punch, but his amateurish boxing was always narrowly dodged by Bullseye. Bullseye soon discovered that this incredibly strong Mr. Osborn seemed to have no combat experience. He grabbed Harry's arm, and while Harry's old strength had just been spent and his new strength hadn't yet emerged, he used a joint lock on Harry's hand.
But as everyone knows, you can use a joint lock on someone 10, 20, or even more pounds heavier than you, but you can't lock a tiger or an elephant—not to mention Harry's joints were harder than steel.
"Had enough?" Harry suddenly jerked his arm, slamming Bullseye to the ground. Bullseye spat blood. The floor even cracked from the impact, the old building shook, and glass fell to the ground with a crisp clatter.
Matt's body went cold as he perceived this scene—this Mr. Osborn was as weak as a chick a month ago. How did he become Captain America today?
Harry frowned as he looked at Bullseye lying on the ground, then gave him a vicious follow-up kick, literally kicking him into the wall, making the onlookers tremble.
This extra kick wasn't because Harry had sadistic tendencies; it was just that the system hadn't yet notified him of the mission's completion.
[Mission complete. Bullseye has been subdued.]
[Rewards have been issued.]
Seeing the system prompt, Harry finally pulled Bullseye out from the wall with satisfaction.
"I didn't realize you were so ruthless," Matt said.
No kidding. Looking at Bullseye's twisted form, he was probably hanging on by a thread. If left alone, he'd likely pass away before long.
"Can this guy serve as an entry point for prosecuting Kingpin?" Harry asked.
"It's difficult... as a professional assassin, this guy's identity information was wiped long ago. Moreover, this freak's mental state makes it hard for him to serve as a witness."
"Hmm... true. Then why don't we just finish him off?" At this time, Bullseye was still a normal human; it wouldn't take much effort to kill him.
"What? But..."
Matt was shocked again and seemed to want to say something, but Harry interrupted him.
"Please, are you really going to play that game with me? How long would this guy stay locked up if he were sent to the station? Oh, right, with his mental state, it's a toss-up if he'd even go to prison. Think about how many people he's killed."
Matt fell silent. He knew Harry was right, but he was somewhat uneasy.
"Aren't you worried about your image?" Matt avoided the discussion about killing and spoke up.
"Me? What do I have to worry about?" Harry put on his clothes and took a sip of water. "An unidentified foreigner, a professional assassin, attacks a successful millionaire dedicated to improving the lives of citizens, and is then killed by me in self-defense. I believe that's a positive image."
"A tough entrepreneur capable of protecting himself and others—is that negative? I'll leave this case to you. If you want to arrange a few more crimes for him, I'll support that too. It shouldn't be hard to dig up this guy's priors."
Harry didn't wait for Matt's response after finishing; he walked straight out of the office, giving Bullseye on the ground another kick on his way out.
"The law is on our side this time. Go ahead and do it, Matt."