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"It seems that I am here at the right time." Green Arrow moved and smiled.

The person here was Anton's clone.

At this moment, his body had returned home, using the Arrow persona to separate himself and head to Osborne Manor.

After promising Norman to take care of Harry, Anton analyzed Harry's current situation in detail and found that it was even worse than he thought—Harry was facing a crisis.

So, Anton contacted the High Table.

Through the High Table's intelligence sources, Anton obtained more information.

Among the key details was that Hammer Industries and the military had reached an agreement to encircle Osborne's private armed forces, forcing Harry to retreat.

Harry was likely to "have an accident" in this siege. So, Anton made his move.

"Is this from Hammer?"

The Arrow clone spotted a figure outside Osborne Manor, quickly approaching the estate.

The armed forces inside the manor were on standby.

He knew that this was likely the decisive moment for Harry.

"Attack!"

The Hammer Industries forces exchanged glances as they noticed Osborne Company staff in the manor had discovered their presence. They drew their weapons without hesitation and prepared to suppress the opposition with firepower.

Cromwell commanded his men to counterattack.

Boom!

The high walls of Osborne Manor were immediately perforated with gunfire.

Potholes formed one after another, nearly piercing the wall, and rubble flew everywhere.

What was even more frightening was that Hammer Industries' armed forces were equipped with incendiary bombs, which quickly turned the interior of the manor into a sea of flames. This caught Osborne's armed forces off guard, resulting in heavy losses.

Inside the manor, in the basement security room, Harry watched the footage on the monitor, his worries growing exponentially.

His remaining confidence was almost gone.

In this critical moment, it was hard for him to imagine how he could win this direct siege and suppression.

Harry's face was tense and nervous.

Suddenly, The scenario on the monitor flipped.

Whoosh!!

An arrow cut through the darkness, skimming across the monitor like lightning. It pierced through and struck the throat of a thug who had already entered the manor—one of Hammer Industries' mob.

The mobster, weapon in hand, had his eyes bulging as the arrow pierced his trachea and cervical spine, making a vague sound as he was brought down by the force of the arrow.

"What?"

The leader of Hammer's armed forces caught this scene, frowned, and looked toward the darkness where the arrow had come from.

However, to his surprise, more arrows began to rain down from the darkness, densely packed.

Boom!

Some arrows exploded upon impact, scattering debris.

The light from the fire illuminated the area, affecting the surrounding men. In an instant, the bodies of several were scorched, their vitality drained.

"Who?!"

The armed leader of Hammer growled angrily.

"Find cover!!!"

Seeing his subordinates fall one after another to the arrows shot in the dark, the leader of Hammer's armed forces ordered his men to stop advancing. 

Taking cover behind rockery, he peered through the gaps, scanning the surroundings, trying to find the enemy hiding in the darkness and harvesting lives.

Meanwhile, the Osborne Company Armed Forces and Cromwell showed expressions of surprise. Even Harry, sitting in front of the monitor, was stunned.

They had no idea who this green archer, who had been secretly helping them, was.

Such a powerful ally—they had never heard of anyone like him before.

Cromwell recalled his previous combat experience abroad. He remembered hearing rumors about an archer who was said to... kill anyone.

The figure in the rumors was believed to be a member of a mysterious organization, a killer who always succeeded in his missions. It was said that if men stood in his way, he would kill them, and if gods blocked him, he would kill them too.

Almost everyone who had witnessed his shots was dead.

He was like the legendary "Winter Soldier."

This was a legendary killer, known only to a few people. He had appeared sporadically over the decades, like a ghost, taking down a "highly powerful person" every time.

Cromwell wouldn't have known about this person if not for his wide range of sources.

"The man called 'Hawkeye'?"

He watched as one arrow after another flew, seemingly endless, and couldn't help but lower his head, pondering: "Is it really him?"

On the other side, the leader of Hammer's armed forces was frustrated.

"Hide first and find a chance to fight back," he gritted his teeth. "I don't believe this—he can't have endless arrows!"

The moment his words ended, the arrows stopped.

The sharp, seemingly endless piercing sounds faded, and the leader of Hammer's armed forces grinned.

"Kill!"

Seizing the opportunity, he waved his hand violently, commanding his men to charge forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bullets flew randomly, and the sound of shells hitting the ground echoed.

Cromwell refocused, continuing to fight the enemy and count the number of bullets.

Whoosh!

Unexpectedly, from the darkness, the last arrow flew.

As mentioned before, the arrows of the Arrow clone were not endless. They could only be replenished infinitely within a 100-meter radius of the body, and Anton was now at home, watching this "slaughter show."

However, the Arrow clone had timed it perfectly, saving the last arrow for the exposed leader of Hammer's armed forces.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of arrows cutting through the air echoed once more, like a message from the god of death before reaping a life.

The group was horrified, as the terrifying power of the arrow caused them to feel extreme fear.

Duh!!

Soon, the arrow, like thunder, struck the throat of the leader of Hammer's armed forces.

The arrow completely pierced the leader's throat, from tip to tail, and continued on to penetrate the rockery behind him.

The tail of the arrow quivered like the tail of a rattlesnake.

"Hehehe!"

The leader of Hammer's armed forces covered his throat, barely able to speak a full sentence. He fell onto the rockery in horror, then slipped down.

"Who?"

He managed to ask, leaving behind a final, barely audible question.

"Who are you?"

The leader's question echoed in everyone's mind.

Not only did the Hammer forces want to know the identity of the hidden assailant, but the Osborne forces were equally curious about the mysterious "god of killing" who had helped them.

Perhaps the most curious of all was Harry, hiding in the underground safehouse of the manor.

Harry hadn't expected anyone to come to his aid in such a dire crisis.

Could it be his father, Norman Osborne's doing?

That possibility wasn't ruled out.

Da da da!

Soon, the sound of footsteps gradually grew louder.

In the midst of the deadly standoff, the figure finally emerged from the darkness and appeared before everyone.

With the arrows in his quiver spent, it was clear the battle was nearly over, but that didn't stop him from showing up.

Not to mention the many people he had already shot, but even the remaining party—after the leader of the Hammer forces was killed—couldn't last much longer without the Arrow clone's intervention.

"Hawkeye?" Cromwell exclaimed.

The name and image he had heard from others, aside from the color, seemed to match the man standing before him.

"Hawkeye?"

But the man in the green suit merely sneered and turned to look at him.

Cromwell's heart chilled as he felt the man's gaze—behind the mask covering his eyes, there was a look of hidden disdain, as if the man was mocking him.

"My name is Green Arrow!"

Green Arrow?!

Who is this Green Arrow?

Neither Cromwell's men nor the Hammer forces had ever heard of that name.

Meanwhile, in the underground safehouse, When Harry heard the name, it felt somewhat familiar. His eyes widened as he recalled the grand plan Anton had outlined for him when he invested in DC movies. 

Suddenly, everything clicked.

Batman!

There was no doubt about it—the Arrow was sent by Batman!

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