For a year, Bullseye – the world’s greatest assassin – simply vanished without a trace. Funny thing is, he was hiding in plain sight there in the glare of the white hot lights, a lanky stranger with the rubber arm, throwing heat that could take off a man’s head. See, every man needs a challenge, a moment when he faces impossible odds, when looks deep inside himself and sees what he’s really made of. Bullseye’s next pitch is one for the history books.
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