Marvel's The Force Awakens

Late at night, at two o'clock in the morning, outside Filusa's Meatloaf Shop.

Three cars stopped in front of the store, and a group of big men in black poured out of the cars and walked into the store, with Joe Moretti walking at the front.

This kebab shop, whose business hours have ended long ago, is still open. The owner of the shop is still serving the food himself in the kitchen. From time to time, he looks at the Russians who are already sitting in the shop with uneasy eyes.

Joe walked in, and a middle-aged man stood up among the group of Russians present.He looked much thinner than those around him, but this group of Russians seemed to have him as the core.He stepped forward, opened his arms and hugged Joe.The remaining people didn't move at all, just looking at the new people with a kind of funny look.

"Joe Moretti, the last time I saw you, you were still in school, and now you are able to stand alone. Five years have passed, and the little lion cub of the Moretti family has grown so big." The young man said with a smile.Qiao didn't answer for a moment. He glanced at everyone in the room before speaking.

"Anatoni, I didn't expect you to come tonight. Where is Yusef and Vladimir?"

"Yousef, I think what happened tonight is not enough for him to come forward in person. Connor is not here either. As for my brother, he has more important things to deal with tonight." Anatoni said meaningfully.He motioned towards the empty chair across from his desk, making a gesture of invitation. "Let's sit down for now. We still have a lot of business to talk about."

Joe nodded and sat down after Anatoni.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

New York Pier, NO.14 Warehouse.

This warehouse has a history of nearly 80 years. It was a temporary addition during World War II. It was planned as a high-risk building as early as [-].Since then, all commercial activities in the warehouse have ceased, and the warehouse itself has quietly changed its owner.Five years later, this warehouse with an area of ​​more than [-] square meters has still not been demolished, and the various activities carried out inside it have not stopped.

A large number of abandoned containers are scattered outside the warehouse, and they are also a resource for the Russians.A dozen dismantled containers were properly arranged to form a simple fortification.And in the center of the fortifications, watched by a dozen heavily armed Russian gangsters, was a large container that had been transformed into a prison.

Mary sat in the corner of the crude prison with her hands on her knees, and next to her was Susan who had fallen asleep.Farther away were two bodyguards in black who had fainted.The treatment they received was obviously much rougher than the two ladies.Their faces were covered with swelling and bruises from being beaten, and their bodies also had countless new scars.

Mary sobbed and quickly stopped her tears.She closed her eyes and began to pray to the God she had not believed in since she was a child.

Whoever it is, please save us.

Ten people from the Moretti family gathered a hundred meters away from the warehouse and were sorting out the equipment they would need for the next operation.Body armor, pistols, submachine guns, and even a few grenades.

Wade Wilson was sitting on a tree stump on the side of the road, looking at the team in front of him.He changed into a gray combat uniform and put on a rather heavy-looking body armor on top.

"Let me tell you, everyone, don't you think there is something wrong with your costumes?" He kept talking without stopping for a moment, and the killers also had blue veins on their foreheads. It seemed that they had been enduring this chatter for a long time.

"Look" Wade pointed at one of the killers. "Black suit, sunglasses. Isn't this the regular look of a villain? And he's a cannon fodder, the kind who don't even need to reveal his name. Dressing determines the future, you have to be responsible for your own life."

"Those are infrared night vision glasses," the named killer finally couldn't bear it anymore and retorted.

"There are so many movies where the protagonists are all wearing night vision glasses. The director spends a lot of money to hire a few popular stars so that they don't show their faces for the whole scene. Are you killing your hopes of becoming the protagonists? Look at me. ." Wade arranged his hair and put on a look that he thought was handsome. "Good-looking, mysterious enough, and the first scene is a fighting scene. You idiots still need to learn a lot."

"John, why are you paying attention to that madman?" The man next to the killer who spoke before poked him in the waist. "There's no need to talk too much with him, he's just here to assist us." Although he said this, the man still looked at Wade with a little fear.

"Look, look. This is the time

It's what a smart person does, and this guy did it already with lines and even his name.If the author wants to kill you, it will take a little more effort." Wade clapped his hands and laughed, and then his face became a little troubled again.

"I don't know if the little guy just now will show up. Wouldn't it be a pity that we can only see such an interesting guy once?"

At the same time, on the roof of the warehouse.

Peter hid in a shadow, sitting cross-legged in meditation.He had already noticed the arrival of the Moretti family members.He would definitely not take action rashly before they attacked.He had done some reconnaissance before, and it was not easy for him to sneak into such a tightly guarded stronghold.And in the chaos of battle, everything he wanted to do became infinitely easier.

The hidden wounds he suffered in the previous fight had already been healed to some extent under the warmth of the Force.What he needs now is to raise his mental state to the highest level to cope with the next battle.

The mental power was constantly tumbling in his mind, constantly switching between the two states of solidification, and the force was becoming more pure and powerful in the process.Just when Peter's spirit was about to reach its highest point, he opened his eyes and condensed his momentum into something almost substantial.

The attack begins.

The four people quietly walked around towards the back door, and after they got into a suitable attacking position, the other six people led by Wade Wilson immediately launched a general attack.The two Russians guarding the door were shot down instantly, and Wade and the others successfully occupied the warehouse door.

Peter stood up, but after a pause, sat down again.At that moment, he seemed to feel something.

No, now is not the time.

The sound of gunfire disturbed the Russians in the warehouse.And they didn't panic at all. Within ten seconds, they picked up their weapons, loaded their ammunition, rushed to their defensive positions, and pointed their guns at the place where the enemy might appear.

What came into their sight were only two jumping grenades, and in the next moment, fierce light filled the entire warehouse, taking away their sight.At the first moment of the battle, nearly half of the Russians instantly lost their combat effectiveness.

"Happy birthday, this is my birthday gift to you." With a cheer, Wade raised the two pistols in his hands and spit out a deadly storm of bullets.The six Moriti assassins following him also raised their weapons, aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

The chests of the two Russians burst out with several splatters of blood, and they could not survive.Another Russian standing behind them was shot in the head by Wade, and his blood and brains were scattered all over the floor.The rest of the lucky guys found cover in time and saved their lives in this round of massacre.

"They are in front." The few Russians guarding the back door naturally heard the noise coming from the front of the warehouse and were shouting to help.At this moment, the back door of the warehouse was kicked open.The heavily armed Moriti killers rushed in with guns drawn, pouring bullets on the unprepared guards.

"Stand back, stand back," shouted a Russian who was fighting at the front door, raising his rifle and firing a hail of bullets, providing covering fire for his accomplices.However, Killer Moretti did not rush in when he had the upper hand. He found cover before the Russian counterattack began and started a positional battle.The pressure on the Russians decreased a lot, and they began to slowly retreat back to the defenses in the center of the warehouse amid a hail of bullets.In this bloody retreat, casualties on both sides began to gradually increase.

At the same time, the group of Russians who were raided at the back door also retreated.

"There are people behind Gligo and the others," a wounded man who was shot in the arm and was losing blood at an alarming rate said weakly, and the Russian who shouted the order could hardly help but give him another slap in the face.

Do you think I'm deaf? Do you think I'm blind? Do you think you can't hear the gunshots behind me? Do you think I can't see you? You've lost several people, and the rest are all injured?

But Greco could only suppress his anger temporarily. Most of the people left behind in the warehouse were dead.Everyone's morale is already low enough, and he doesn't need to add fuel to the fire.

Gree raised his rifle, fired a shot into the air, and shouted loudly to the people around him who had begun to tremble: "Hold these bastards away from me. We are already surrounded. Either way, you will die. But we still have a chance to survive. If we can resist them for a few more minutes, we will be saved."

Wade, who was on the other side of the battlefield, frowned.

Something was wrong, it was all going too smoothly.

At this moment, Peter, who was still waiting for a good intervention period on the roof, finally moved.