Marvel's The Force Awakens

The moment the door opened, an iron chain hit Peter's face.Peter sighed, tilted his head, and easily dodged the weak blow.He stretched out his hand to grab the chain, and with a gentle pull, the weak Mary threw herself into his arms.

After not seeing her for two days, she had obviously lost a lot of weight.Her sallow complexion and chapped lips showed that she had not eaten or drank anything in the past two days.There were still a few bruises on her face and a wound on her forehead that was opened by some sharp weapon.Although the scene was much better than he imagined, Peter still felt a hot anger rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Be quiet, I'm here to save you." Peter whispered. "Wake up your cousin...companion, let's get out of here quickly."

Mary broke away and took two steps back, her expression full of defensiveness and suspicion.

A gunshot rang out not far from them, and Mary screamed, but covered her mouth in time.Didn't attract much attention.Although the gunfire had been heard for more than ten minutes through the iron sheet of the container, it was obviously much louder this time.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time." Peter urged again.Mary hesitated for a moment before running back and trying to push Susan awake.For some reason, the man in front of her covered in blood and wearing a red mask gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity and trust.

Waking up Susan took a little more solidification.As someone who is closer to Joe, she naturally suffers more.There were many scars and bruises on his abdomen and back, and he was punched in the right eye socket, making his whole eye swollen.What was even more shocking was that her entire left ear had been neatly cut off, and the wound was only lightly bandaged.

No doubt her severed ear must have been in an envelope somewhere, sent to Joe as a threat.

Years of corrupt life had already completely weakened her body.Not long after a severe beating this morning, she fell into a state of constantly switching between coma and wakefulness, like a high fever.He kept mumbling something that no one could understand.

There is no doctor among this group of Russians. Their profession is to kill people. It is really unclear how the prisoners will treat them.After just muttering that the woman was not beaten at all, Susan was thrown aside, and no one noticed the festering wound on her back.If there is no formal treatment in the next few days, she may die directly from her injuries.

Peter stepped forward and pressed his palm to her forehead.Mary was about to push him away, but after thinking about it, she didn't.

Force: Healing

Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to enter as relaxed and peaceful a state as possible.The fickle force became gentle under the transformation of his mental power, and was input into Susan's body through his palm.Like clear water pouring into the dry land, Peter's force was quickly absorbed after entering Susan's body, and her body, which was almost exhausted, also regained its vitality.

Susan opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a red mask stained with blood.She exclaimed softly and backed away quickly.And Mary took her into her arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid cousin. He is here to rescue us." Mary said softly in her ear, as if coaxing a child.After a while, the panic on Susan's face gradually disappeared and she began to look around her.

"Water..." she whispered.

Mary wanted to say something, but Peter jumped right in.

"Sorry, we can't waste time here anymore." Peter looked around and said. "We have to leave now, otherwise none of us will be able to leave. You follow me, and you can follow me after I give you the news."

"What about the other people?" Mary looked at the two people still lying in this simple prison.

"I can't bring myself to carry two more burdens." As soon as he finished speaking, Peter seemed to hear something.Suddenly pounced into the darkness.After a while, fierce snoring and fighting sounds continued to come from not far away.After more than ten seconds, he came back, and there was a scratch on the coat above his right chest.

"Hurry up, we're almost too late. You hold her, and I'll be responsible for clearing the way for you."

Mary nodded and helped Susan stand up.

"I'll say it again. Follow me. Thumbs down means you stay where you are, thumbs up means you can follow quickly. Do you understand?" Peter said again patiently.He wasn't 100% sure of the next action, and he didn't want the two people in front of him to die just because of a communication error.

Mary nodded again.

An explosion sounded not far away. It should be that a killer of the Moretti family used their few grenades.This kind of pure lethality is not easy to come by in the United States, where weapons are everywhere.Peter's sense of principle clearly told him that two more lives disappeared in tonight's battle.Perhaps due to numbness, he didn't feel anything this time.

Just send the two people behind you to a safe place, then go home and take a nice hot bath.

Peter gave the order for Mary to stay where she was, and rushed out again alone, knocking down the Russian at the corner with one punch.A sense of warning in the mind

After a beat, a Moretti killer had already locked onto Peter, who didn't know his friend or foe yet, through his infrared night vision goggles.And when Peter started moving at high speed in his direction, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

When Peter, who has the ability to predict, is in an environment with enough obstacles, he can easily protect himself unless more than ten people shoot at him at the same time.

Accelerating suddenly, Peter jumped up, letting all the bullets pouring out fall behind him.In mid-air, he pushed hard towards the pillar on the side, once again dodged several passing bullets, and successfully escaped from the killer's sight.

These two sudden changes of direction caused all the bullets of the Moretti killer to be emptied, and Peter had already appeared less than five meters in front of him.The Moriti killer gritted his teeth, discarded the loaded submachine gun in his hand, and took out a spare pistol from his arms.

"Oh, they are obviously from the same camp." Shaking his head and sighing, Peter rushed forward like lightning, grabbed his pistol, and then punched him in the stomach.Peter raised his pistol and fired a shot into the darkness on the right front.A cry of pain came from there.

Peter didn't like using guns, but he had no choice but to do so just now.If he hadn't shot and broken the man's hand at that moment, the killer in front of him would have been shot through the heart by that man.

There are smart people on the Russian mob side, too, who strip night vision gear from the corpses of dead killers and use them to kill the companions of their former owners.The short-lived advantage the Moretti family had just gained was wiped out again.

Counting the one in front of me, there are still four people left.

"I have two hard and black men."

Well, counting that guy, there are five more people.

Peter put his hand on the chin of the man who fell in front of him, forcing him to look into his eyes.The mental power in his mind surged violently, and a steady stream of Force power entered this person's mind.When the control was completed, Peter took two steps back and took a few breaths. In just a short moment, his remaining mental energy was almost exhausted.After a while, the man who had fallen to the ground stood up again, his eyes blank.

"Hold here and retreat from the back door in 5 minutes." Peter gave the order to his new puppet.

"Understood" He raised his weapon and returned to his previous position.Peter couldn't help but feel a little more compassion in his heart.

This person probably won't survive tonight.

Hurrying back to Mary, Peter gave the signal to proceed.At this moment, another burst of gunfire rang out not far away, and Peter felt a sting in his mind, and the invisible link between him and the puppet was severed.

Peter quietly took off his mask and wiped away the nosebleed he had just shed.

The distance from them to the back door is less than 15 meters.And on this road, they have no obstacles.Peter motioned to Mary again, asking her to follow quickly, and Mary also realized the criticality of the situation and tried to speed up her pace.But her body was already too weak, and she slowed down again after taking only a few steps.

Without saying a word, Peter took Susan off Mary's shoulders and carried her on his shoulders.For some reason, Mary felt a sense of loss in her heart, but she still followed quickly.

The door was in sight, and the warning feeling in Peter's mind began to chirp like crazy again.

A bullet will be fired from the barrel of a gun at the other end of the warehouse, flying screaming in the air for less than half a second before penetrating Susan's body on his back, and then being buried in his heart.

Peter's mind was racing wildly.As long as he squats down and hides to the right, that should be fine...

And just then, gunfire rang out.

Peter's speed cannot be compared with the bullet that has been discharged. All he can do now is to slightly move Susan's vitals.

The bullet grazed Susan's armpit, hung a piece of oily skin, and then directly penetrated Peter's right shoulder.

Well, it doesn't seem that bad.Peter only felt a burning sensation on his shoulder, but there was no pain as he imagined.It seems bearable.

He slammed open the back door and shoved Mary out.At the same time, the gunman pulled the trigger again.

Peter turned back suddenly, and aimed his left hand at the gunman in the darkness like an eagle's claw. The last force in his mind was compressed to the limit, and he stabbed out like a needle.

The trajectory of the bullet still in the gun chamber paused strangely for a second.In just this second, the pressure in the gun chamber suddenly increased beyond the so-called safety index, and the entire gun chamber was blown into pieces flying all over the sky.The gunman also howled miserably, and a steel fragment more than an inch long was firmly embedded in his face.

Peter carried Susan on his back and hobbled out the back door.Waves of fatigue due to exhaustion of mental energy kept coming, and at this moment, the burning feeling on his right shoulder suddenly disappeared, replaced by a pain that penetrated into his bones.

Peter groaned and fell down.