Whoever Thinks They Can, Go Right Ahead. We Won’t

While Luke was leisurely cooking and researching, Charon was reporting to Winston. "…Two smiling men appeared last night. According to the survivor, the first one was just bait, while the second one was the target."

Winston didn't say anything. He just took a sip of his coffee.

"According to the survivor, the bait and the target were on the legendary level. Also…" Charon paused before continuing, "Also, the target might be superhuman."

Winston's eyes flickered as he slowly put down his coffee cup.

Seeing that, Charon continued, "The target's abilities are unknown, but his two revolvers fired at least sixty bullets without him needing to reload."

Winston finally turned his head. "Is there any specific analysis of this superpower?"

Charon shook his head. "Not at the moment. Apart from that, he didn't expose anything else that was too weird. His speed, marksmanship and strength didn't surpass our warning levels."