chapter 161 part 2
"Sorry."
She frowned, putting on a regretful expression.
"Collin Roper's whereabouts have always been extremely secretive."
Hearing Natasha's answer, Harry's expression didn't change in the slightest, as if he had already expected this result.
"If you find any information related to Collin Roper, I hope you'll let me know, Natasha. It's extremely important to me."
After making his request to Natasha, Harry left the data room with a somber face.
Watching Harry Osborn's retreating back, Natasha's eyes glinted for a moment before she composed herself and entered the room behind her.
...
"Open the door. I need to go in."
After his brief encounter with Natasha, Harry didn't leave the Base immediately.
Instead, he went to a detention cell that was under heavy guard and spoke to the security personnel at the door.
Hearing Harry's request, the guards in front of the special detention cell exchanged a look before stepping aside to clear the way, simultaneously reminding him.
"Be careful, Mr. Harry Osborn. He's very dangerous."
The guard's warning didn't make Harry hesitate in the slightest.
With the heavy groan of the detention cell door, Harry entered the special room.
"You're finally here, Harry..."
Amidst the clinking of chains, Bullseye's pale, sickly face was revealed. He looked at Harry, who had appeared in the detention cell, and grinned a twisted, pathological smile. "So, how have you been considering my previous proposal?"
"Are you sure you can help me?"
Looking at Bullseye, who was tightly bound in chains inside the cell, Harry asked with a blank expression.
"Of course."
Answering without hesitation, he flicked a playing card in his hand. It flew out through a slit in the detention cell's window and landed precisely in the center of a target one hundred meters away.
Bullseye said in a suppressed voice, "You should have seen my file. You know my mission success rate has always been one hundred percent. Any target I set my sights on has never had a chance of escape."
The kill rate was also one hundred percent.
The intelligence he had seen in the data room flashed through his mind. Harry looked up at Bullseye in the cell and couldn't help but ask, "But, why me?"
"Haven't you noticed, Harry, Harry Osborn? The truth is, you and I are the same, we're the same kind of person."
Faced with Harry's question, Bullseye, tightly bound by chains in the cell, tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a sick and twisted smile. "I realized that the very first moment I saw you."
...
"We've arrived."
Upper New York Bay, inside Nick Fury's taxi.
Colin gazed at the Thunderbolts Base on the not-so-distant Governors Island. Empowered by his Super Vision, he could easily see the guards patrolling around the Base.
When combined with his Super X-Ray Vision power, even the secret prison beneath the Base was laid bare before Colin's eyes.
"Hold your position."
In front of the Hydra Tower, having used a Nanomask to cover the modified features on his face.
Howard replied to Colin and the others in Upper New York Bay.
Behind him, Frank silently picked up his weapon, awaiting the order to move.
"Waiting for Clint's signal to move!"
"Speaking of which, why do I have to be part of this operation too?"
Seeing Howard finish his communication with Colin's group, Scott, who was also in the car, couldn't help but ask.
...
Governors Island, secret prison, inside the cell.
After eating the entire slice of dry, hard bread, Clint stretched his body, assessing his condition.
"It's about time."
He took a deep breath and took out the miniaturized bow and arrow.
With a strange sound, the bow and arrow in his hand instantly returned to their original size.
*As expected, holding you feels the most natural.*
Gripping the handle of the bow and feeling its long-missed texture, a slight change appeared on Hawkeye's expressionless face.
He lightly drew the bowstring to get a feel for it, then without hesitation, he drew an arrow from his quiver and aimed it at the cell door.
*Swish!*
At such a close range, Clint wouldn't miss even with his eyes closed.
Under his watchful gaze, the fired arrow accurately struck the gap in the cell's iron door.
*BOOM!*
Immediately after, the cell's iron door was blown open in the explosion.
"What happened?!"
"We have a situation!"
"It's a prison break! A prisoner in A-Block blew open their cell door..."
"How did he do that!"
Unsurprisingly, as the explosion echoed, the prison guards quickly noticed the anomaly.
With alarms blaring, a large number of guards began to assemble, rushing towards the location of the prison break.
*Swish! Swish! Swish!*
Stepping out of the cell, Hawkeye listened to the piercing alarms echoing through the prison. He frowned as he drew his bow.
With the vibration of the bowstring, the surveillance monitors in his area instantly went black.
"Warning, the prisoner has destroyed the surveillance monitors!"
In the surveillance room, looking at the black screens for A-Block, a guard immediately issued a warning to the personnel in that area.
"All personnel, be extremely careful! The prisoner is armed and extremely dangerous!"
Fortunately, just before the monitors were destroyed, the guards in the surveillance room had seen the bow and arrow Hawkeye was using.
"Let me out, I'm innocent..."
"Help me, I was captured by the Thunderbolts just like you!"
"Sir, please, sir, just get me out of here."
"I want to go home, please help me."
"If you can get me out of this damn prison, I'll do anything you ask!"
"I can help you, just get me out..."
Inside their cells, although they couldn't see what was happening outside, many of the inmates reacted to the sudden alarms and the explosion.
At this, they began to plead from their cells, hoping Clint would take them with him to escape this damn prison.
Faced with these 'prisoners'' requests, Clint's expression remained unchanged.
He casually shot an arrow, felling a guard who rushed out from around a corner. He then drew three arrows from the quiver on his back and nocked them on his longbow.
With a series of whooshes, in mid-air, each arrow instantly split into six smaller arrows, which accurately landed on the locks of the cells along the corridor.
(end of chapter)