Marvel's The Force Awakens

There was no one in the room, so Peter straightened his clothes a little and stood up.Opening the door to the room, Peter walked into the corridor of the apartment building.Locking the door and closing it, Peter began to search for his target.

"Room 317 should be on this floor."

A man came towards the corridor, and Peter was the first to say hello to him.The man glanced at Peter doubtfully, forced a smile, and the two sides passed by.When the man walked down the stairs, Peter also walked to the bottom of the corridor, and finally arrived in front of his destination.The number 317 on the door was reduced to a 7, and the sound of TV could be heard faintly from the crack in the door.

Taking a deep breath, Peter put on his mask and put his hand on the doorknob.

After a slight twist, the door was locked.This is to be expected, Mary's father was just an exception.Peter closed his eyes and began to use the Force to sense the other side of the door.

After a few seconds, a button on the handle opposite the door was pressed by some mysterious force.There was a soft sound of metal sliding, and the lock on the door was unlocked.

Pushing open the door, what came into Peter's sight was a two-bedroom apartment that was already messy.Clothes, underwear and dishes that hadn't been washed in at least a few days were scattered on the floor like garbage.A pungent smell also penetrated Peter's nose, making him frown.

Footsteps were heard from the living room. Peter picked up the broom hanging by the door and hit the man who came over after hearing the noise with a stick on the head, knocking him to the ground.After closing and locking the door with his backhand, Peter stepped over the man who was lying on the ground and howling in pain, picked up the remote control he placed on the sofa, and adjusted the sound of the TV a few degrees.

The man finally struggled to get up, but before he could make any real move, Peter stepped on his knee.

"Ah, ah, you bastard raised by a prostitute, who are you?" He let out a cry of pain, and the man began to curse angrily.

"If I were you, I suggest you just lie down on the ground." Peter didn't answer his question. Twenty took a few pieces of toilet paper from the table nearby and handed them to the man. "Your forehead is bleeding, please wipe it."

The man took the toilet paper in a panic and wiped it on his forehead.But there was no blood on the toilet paper.He raised his head in confusion and looked at Peter.

"Ah, I seem to have made a mistake. Your forehead is not bleeding." Peter said frivolously, grabbed a teacup on the table, aimed it at the man's forehead and smashed it.This time, his face was really bleeding. The smashed teacup smashed the man's head into a bloody mess, and even tore open a large gash more than two inches long.

"You see, I am a very honest person and don't like lying to others. Of course, I have the same requirements for others." Peter said slowly. "So I have a few questions to ask you next, and I hope you can answer them honestly."

The man covered his head and nodded repeatedly.

"your name"

"Bob, my name is Bob," the man said tremblingly.And Peter nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, I like honest people. Now that we have a good start, the next question begins. When was the last time you saw Stephanie?"

Bob immediately became excited. "Which bitch sent you, who did you belong to?" He screamed mid-sentence, because Peter picked up the broom and hit him in the stomach.His whole body shrank to the state of a shrimp, and his screams were filled with tears.

"I remember I just said it was me who asked the question. It's not your turn yet. Let me ask again. When was the last time you saw Stephanie?"

"It was last week, it was last week," Bob said quickly. "The last time I went to her house, I wanted to see my daughter. I just wanted to see my daughter. Damn it, I have the right to see my daughter."

Peter sighed and bent down.A stun baton appeared in his hand.Pushing the button and jumping the setting to the lowest setting, Peter gave Bob a taste of electrotherapy.Bob screamed again and his whole body jumped half a foot off the floor.

"Mr. Bob, although your answer is indeed correct, I think there seems to be something wrong with your memory. If I am not mistaken, your daughter's support has not been paid for nearly a year. You have repeatedly Threatening her physically forced her to get a restraining order against you from the court. But it seems you haven't learned your lesson and smashed up their warehouse last week. Am I wrong? Scumbag gentlemen."

Peter punched Bob in the face again.But this time Bob seemed to hear the anger in Peter's tone, and actually held back from screaming.

"You are a very smart person, so last time you smashed

You didn't leave any evidence when you opened the window, otherwise I should have been able to see you in prison by now, right? So, I hope you can accept my next suggestion well. "

"It doesn't matter to Stephanie that she's willing to give up the child support you've owed for the past year, and that should be good news to you. But what you need to do is have a good relationship with her. Keep your distance. I don't want you to come to her house, and I don't want you to call her. You have to cut off all contact between you and her. Even if you see her in the supermarket, I want you to leave that supermarket immediately. Can you do these things?"

"I...I can do it." Bob muttered, but there was a trace of resentment hidden in his eyes.

"Very good," Peter said, and Bob's face relaxed a little.At this moment, Peter suddenly took action and grabbed Bob's throat.He directly pulled Bob half-sitting up and pressed him hard against the wall.

Bob struggled violently, trying to push Peter away.But every blow he struck seemed to hit something soft, and his strength became less and less as the air passed by, and the world in front of him gradually became darker.

Peter let go of his hand at the last moment, and Bob fell limp to the ground.His consciousness was already quite blurred, but his body's automatic mechanism was allowing him to continuously send fresh air into his lungs.Peter grabbed his hair and pulled him to his eyes.

Eyes facing each other, Bob's spirit was instantly absorbed by the eyes behind the mask.The image of the other person continued to grow in Bob's mind, becoming more dehumanizing.When the image of Peter in his mind finally transformed into a huge demon made of fire, he finally fainted.

Peter also took a breath and put Bob down.His Force imprint was finally planted in Bob's mind.

Force Mark is a more advanced use of the psychic Force.The imprint planted can cast a weakened form of hypnosis on the subject under certain circumstances.It is not an easy thing to plant a force imprint on a person, but its duration is quite long.According to Peter's current situation, the imprint of the principle in Bob's mind can last for at least six or seven months before dissipating.

For a long time to come, whenever Bob thought about harassing Stephanie again, he would be haunted by an inexplicable sense of fear.I believe that before long, this guy will permanently give up the habit of harassing me again.

It's okay even if you fail.After giving the employer more than half a year, he has become quite professional.At worst, he would just give her a discount the next time he takes on her commission.Of course, if this happens again, Peter may be more aggressive.

After opening the balcony door and finally breathing in the fresh air, Peter suddenly felt much better.Finding an opportunity when no one was around, Peter climbed over the balcony railing and jumped out.

The likelihood of an ordinary person dying on the spot when jumping out of the third floor is not high, but a broken bone often prevents him from running away.But Peter didn't have the slightest concern in this regard. His landing speed became slower and slower as he approached the ground. When he landed, he didn't even need to bend his knees to relieve the force.

Hiding the mask back in his arms, Peter came to the bus stop and waited quietly for the next bus.The people around who were also waiting for the bus probably couldn't imagine that a harmless-looking kid like him could be the one who forcibly invaded a house less than 10 minutes ago, beat the owner half to death, and had a gunshot wound on his head. A dangerous man with a $15 bounty.

Peter looked at the group of people around him and always felt as if he could no longer integrate into the daily life.But to be honest, now he doesn't want to go back to his original life at all.

An hour later, Peter, who had put on his mask again, appeared in front of Weasel again and returned his previous black card to him.

"Mission accomplished" Weasel asked, and Peter nodded.

"It's naturally not difficult for you to beat up a drunkard." Weasel threw the black card into the trash can. "Of course, we can't directly rely on your words to determine the completion of the mission. After all, you are still a coward who dare not show his face."

Peter didn't react much to the weasel's insult and waited quietly for him to continue.

"It should only take about two days to confirm the completion of the task. Since you did not provide a bank card, Mr. Little Red Riding Hood, the income from your task will be directly deposited into your account. You can use the money in your account to buy Some good things that money can’t buy, and if you want to take it out in cash, there’s an additional three percent handling fee.”

"Is there a watch or something like that that I can't sell for money?" Peter's interest was suddenly aroused.The weasel also smiled proudly because the business came to his door.

"Of course, please come here with me."