Marvel's The Force Awakens

At the same time, on the other side of New York, Kilgrave was fleeing in panic.He was constantly looking at his surroundings, his expression more like a frightened bird. Every movement around him would make him jump in fright.

This can't be blamed on him being too timid. If anyone had experienced what happened in the past 10 minutes like him, their performance would probably not be much better.

The street lights above his head would fall down without warning, and cars on the road would rush towards him inexplicably.A flowerpot on the balcony was blown down by the evening breeze, missed his head less than three centimeters, and smashed into pieces on the ground.One of the tiles flew directly towards his face at high speed, creating a bone-deep wound on his forehead.

What's even more ridiculous is that just now he stepped on a banana peel in a very funny way and fell hard.After he got up in embarrassment, his chest began to hurt with every movement of his body. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

To Kilgrave, it seemed like an unfunny joke.With his strength enough to break boulders with brute force, he would be injured like this if he fell.

There must be someone or something chasing him in the shadows, constantly manipulating the attacks one after another. The terrifying demon-like aura he had just come into contact with could not help but reappear in his mind. I shivered subconsciously.

Thinking of this, Kilgrave couldn't help but grit his teeth.The growing panic in his heart mixed with the fear of the unknown, and rushed out with his roar.

"Who are you?" His voice kept echoing in the silent alley. "Are you a coward who only dares to hide your head and show your tail? Do you dare to come out and stand opposite me?"

However, the only answer he received was a whistling night wind, which blew away a few fallen leaves on the ground.

The courage that was finally ignited was extinguished again.Kilgrave shivered and continued walking forward.Now he doesn't know what he should do or which direction he should go.But he knew very well that as long as he stayed where he was, the endless accidents could definitely kill him.

Damn, damn Kilgrave kept swearing, but he never dared to yell out again.He tightened his coat and strode forward.

At this moment, the street light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

Kilgrave's vigilance was immediately raised to the highest level. He immediately raised his head and looked warily at the sky above him.According to his previous experience, most of these unexpected attacks came from falling objects from high altitudes.

Unfortunately, this time he should have looked in the wrong direction.His right foot stepped on the manhole cover of a sewer entrance, and the manhole cover made of steel turned into pieces at that moment.

"puff"

Kilgrave lost his balance and fell towards the wellhead.In the blink of an eye, this evil-doing guy disappeared into the complex and dirty sewers of New York.

Matt woke up from his coma. This time, he felt that in addition to weakness in his limbs, his head was also swelling and painful.But just ten seconds later, all these symptoms completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Matt jumped up and moved his limbs a little.Everything feels normal in my body, and this normality is the biggest abnormality.He might have gone into shock twice because of the venom just now.No matter what type of toxin it is, it is certainly enough to cause irreparable damage to the body.

However, he was safe and sound.

He could only put this doubt behind him for the time being.Erica's safety undoubtedly worried him more than his own situation.Although he didn't quite understand the conversation between the two people at that time, the words snake species and contract still gave him a vague premonition.

Erica...for herself...

The feeling of annoyance and powerlessness was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart.His footsteps moved forward subconsciously, and after only walking less than a hundred steps, he found himself in front of the hotel again.He subconsciously took a step back and hid his figure back in the shadows.

However, he soon discovered that this move was not necessary at all.In his perception, the top three floors of the hotel were already silent, and the people inside had already left.As for tracking, he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but since the other party already knew his tracking method, there was no reason not to take some targeted measures.

It's too late.

Matt clenched his fist tightly until a drop of blood left his palm.

In the Northern District of New York, a sewer manhole cover was suddenly opened, and a few seconds later, Kilgrave, covered in dirt, crawled out.At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed.The original coat had been torn to tatters, and a shard of glass had pierced his abdomen.A lot of dirt had already entered the wound that was bleeding constantly, causing it to almost certainly become infected and inflamed.

What was even more shocking were the injuries on his face.This horrific wound, which was at least an inch deep, extended from his left cheek to his nose, almost cutting off his entire nose.If he hadn't reacted quickly at the time, his head would have been split in two.

After so many brushes with death, Kilgrave felt a little safer.The reason is simple: his abilities have begun to gradually return to a usable state.After such a long time, the mental weakness has improved a lot, and the abilities that are as familiar as his own limbs can also be controlled.

Now he is far away from his heyday

There is still a lot of difference in the period, and it is uncertain whether the number of people under control can reach one-third of the original number.Even so, confidence returned to Kilgrave.

As long as he still has his own abilities, he will be a god to ordinary people.

The top priority now is to add a few slaves that he can control.His current injuries are serious and will likely continue to worsen without help from others.

At this moment, a bar suddenly appeared in front of him.

Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children, a bar with a somewhat outrageous name, welcomed an unusual guest tonight.

The door of the bar was suddenly pushed open by the man, and the cold night wind was brought in, blowing away the lively atmosphere in the bar.

"Hey you bastard, if you're not stupid, please close the door quickly." A middle-aged man sitting near the door couldn't help but curse, but a sudden stench made him regret why he opened his mouth.The smell, which seemed to be a mixture of rotten eggs and mold, made his throat twitch twice in a row, and he almost vomited it out.

"My friend, I'm sorry, but we can't serve you." The weasel who was wiping cups behind the counter just now walked out. "Although I generally don't discriminate against others because of their peculiar sexual fetishes, not everyone likes to drink with feces."

"And Adu." He turned around and shouted behind him. A strong man who was taking this opportunity to secretly pour himself a glass of wine could not help but freeze. "I'll put that drink on your account."

Although he still looked frivolous, the Weasel had already raised his vigilance to the highest level at this time, and his hand calmly held the pistol hidden in his coat.Although the man in front of him looked worse than a homeless man on the street, he also clearly understood the skills of his two security guards guarding the door outside.

They actually let this kind of guy in, so they probably...

The weasel suddenly felt a pain in his heart.I am afraid that the aftermath of this incident will have to cover at least two months of my profits, which is considered a huge hemorrhage.

"Next, you will obey my orders." Kilgrave said hoarsely, and the surrounding drinkers who heard his words burst into laughter, and sarcastic words flew into the sky.

"Is this guy mentally ill?"

"No, no, he's definitely on drugs. Look at his look."

Unlike other customers, Weasel did not look down upon the person in front of him at all, and drew out his pistol and pointed the muzzle at the uninvited guest in front of him.However, before he could pull the trigger, he was horrified to find that his arm was no longer under his control.

The reaction of the other drinkers was similar to his. The fear of being unable to move was clearly reflected on their faces. They were usually extremely fierce, but they could do nothing at this time.

"Good, good, recovery is faster than I thought." Kilgrave smiled proudly.He glanced at the people in the bar, and his eyes paused a little longer on the firearms on their bodies.

"Very good, with the protection of these guys. Even if the monster catches up, I can still protect myself." He nodded and motioned to the person next to him to help him.Another person also got into the bar counter and took out some wound cleaning equipment from the first aid kit inside.

Very good, heal your injuries first, and then seek revenge on that little monster.I already know what he looks like, so the difficulty of digging out other information about Red Mask will naturally be greatly reduced.

Just when Kilgrave was about to fall into deep thought, an unexpected voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

The door to the bar toilet was pushed open, and the sound of water flushing the toilet could be heard along the crack in the door.A handsome man wearing a Hawaiian T-shirt and shorts emerged from the restroom.

"Hey, Weasel, your toilet is really dirty. I'll use your toothbrush to brush the toilet seat for you."

After finishing speaking, Wade Wilson noticed the silence in the bar and the stranger standing in front of him.

"Fuck, weasel, you still have a toothbrush but this guy's situation is much worse than your toilet seat."

Is there another fish that slipped through the net? Kilgrave raised his eyebrows.It seems that his ability really needs some time to recover, and his perception ability has actually been weakened to this point.

But it doesn't matter, it's just an ant that I can control at will.

Kilgrave's mental power left the body in an instant and forcibly penetrated into Wade's brain.Kilgrave huffed and turned his attention to the medical equipment beside him.

"You, go get me a glass of water." Kilgrave casually gave his order to his newest servant.However, to his surprise, the man did not obey his instructions. He still stood there and looked at himself with a caring look.

"Mental patients should just stay in the hospital and come out to scare people." Wade shrugged, raised his pistol, pointed at Kilgrave and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The hot bullet entered Kilgrave's nose through the wound and penetrated his brain.To the end of his life, Kilgrave still did not understand why his powers failed.

Wade covered his nose and kicked Kilgrave's body lying in a pool of blood, with a look of disgust on his face.And when he noticed all the drunken friends around him who had fainted, his smile suddenly became proud.

"I told you that I am the best drunk man here."