Blaine narrowed his eyes.
To be honest, he was tempted.
Blaine didn't care who issued this mission or who wanted to get rid of Tony Stark. He didn't need to know. As long as he could get the bounty, that was enough.
Besides, he approached missions differently from others. He wasn't doing it for money. His real goal was to complete missions, because only completed missions would be counted by the system. Direct extortion or robbery wouldn't count.
And he was confident in his ability to hunt down Tony Stark and complete the mission.
It wasn't that he planned to just rush in and kill Tony Stark recklessly — it was that he had strong confidence in the information he had.
Recently, rumors had been spreading that Tony Stark had gone missing.
The plot seemed to have already started.
It was the perfect opportunity.
If he tried to target Tony during normal times, even if he succeeded, S.H.I.E.L.D. would definitely find some clues. But if he moved according to the plot's progression, things would be different.
Framing the terrorists who kidnapped Tony? Wouldn't that be perfect?
Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. somehow tracked him down, by then he might have already leveled up to a higher class Hunter. At that point, without the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't pose much of a threat to him.
However, ten million dollars seemed a bit low compared to Tony Stark's value.
But there was no helping it. Blaine didn't have other connections. He could only be exploited like this. What was he supposed to do? Approach the big players directly and tell them he could kill Tony Stark?
Not to mention they might think he was crazy on the spot.
Even if he wanted to find them, he wouldn't even know where to start.
Better to just obediently accept this mission.
After accepting the mission to hunt down Tony Stark, Blaine left.
It wasn't until after he left that people in the bar noticed someone had finally taken that high-level mission pinned to the board.
"Damn, someone really dared to take it?"
"The last few who accepted it never showed up again. Wonder which fool took it this time."
"Tsk, tsk. Another idiot."
Blaine didn't immediately leave the underground trading site.
This place didn't just deal in dirty bounty missions — you could buy all sorts of things here.
For example, firearms and weaponry. Ordinary pistols could be bought directly. More powerful weapons weren't kept in stock but could usually be sourced through the right channels.
Of course, Blaine wasn't here to buy guns.
As mentioned earlier, pistols were useless to him. His ability of absolute accuracy didn't apply to weapons that weren't infused with his own power.
In other words, even if he had a gun, he'd still shoot just as badly as before.
For him, carrying a gun was less useful than carrying a burning stick.
At least if he threw a stick, it would benefit from his absolute accuracy ability, and its attack power would be way better than a gun.
Thus, the real reason he stayed was to custom-order a bow and arrows.
The bows and arrows sold outside were all mass-produced. They were fine for small-time use, but if you were planning to go up against terrorists? You'd be digging your own grave.
Blaine wasn't stupid.
Still, it was a bit strange to come to a place like this to order a bow, and the person communicating with him couldn't help but give him odd looks.
All secretive, just to order a bow?
They suspected he was just messing around.
But ultimately, no one said anything.
If you have money, not only will the devil push the millstone — the millstone might even push the devil.
Blaine directly stated he would pay two hundred thousand dollars for their highest-spec custom work.
Two hundred thousand dollars wasn't a small amount — it was two-thirds of Blaine's current savings of three hundred thousand.
Ordering a bow for that much?
The craftsman's eyes lit up. So much money for a bow? He could pocket a lot of it. Who would turn down such a good deal?
Not everyone at the underground trading site was a killer. Many were craftsmen, working relatively safer jobs but earning far less. So two hundred thousand for one custom bow? That was a fortune.
After Blaine paid the deposit, the craftsman readily agreed and told him to come back in three days to pick up the finished product.
Blaine nodded and casually grabbed a bow with decent looks as a practice tool before leaving the underground market.
Since he was ordering a custom bow, he obviously wasn't expecting to walk out with the real weapon immediately.
Grabbing a bow for practice was just a convenience.
And of course, the craftsman had no objections, happily letting him leave — after all, he had already paid.
Judging by the craftsman's expression, he probably thought some unfortunate woman working "that kind of job" would be in trouble tonight. From Blaine's physique, he definitely didn't look like an easy target.
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