"Mr. Bruce, please put away your gun, we are not your target."
Leonard remained composed even with a gun pointed at his head. He understood these assassins too well; without benefits, they wouldn't waste their bullets.
Besides, whether the person in front of him was the real Hawkeye was still uncertain. Assassins usually kept their identities very secretive; once exposed, a hunter becomes prey.
"Heh, that's not necessarily the case."
Bruce revealed a sinister smile.
"After all, you've seen me."
"If you can't provide a bounty of one billion Federation Coins, or convince me with a good reason, I don't mind sending you two bullets to reunite with your mother."
"I'm not joking with you."
Said Bruce, raising his wrist to glance at his watch: "You now have three minutes."
Leonard, with a determined expression, looked at Hawkeye Bruce and took a deep breath, then directly pulled a check from the pocket of his suit.
