Marvel's The Force Awakens

As a warehouse in a busy area, it is not surprising that Old Jimmy's store was robbed.However, today's guest is obviously more vicious.

Of course, Peter doesn't know this now.

Peter turned off the lights in his office and quietly reached the entrance of the warehouse.

Peter paused before opening the door. The dark outline was like a big mouth, trying to swallow him and crush him.But at the next moment, Peter shook his head, dispelled the irrelevant fantasies in his mind, and walked into the door.

There was no movement in the warehouse.There were no footsteps, no whispers, no sounds of goods being moved.It was as if the movement Peter had just heard was just an illusion.

No, not an illusion.

At the moment when Peter fully concentrated his attention, Peter's senses seemed to be magnified a thousand times.He heard the sirens coming from the street outside the store, the air flowing in from the open windows in another section of the warehouse, and the almost inaudible sound of breathing.

Although that feeling only lasted less than a second, it was enough for Peter to understand a fact.There is indeed a person hiding in this warehouse.

He picked up a wrench beside him and weighed it.Its weight and cold metal surface gave Peter a sense of security.

If the feeling just now is correct, the position of the breath should be behind the second row of shelves.

His heart was pounding like a hammer, and the sound was so loud that he almost thought that the person hiding somewhere in the warehouse could hear his heartbeat.The rapid secretion of adrenaline put him into a state of extreme excitement. His breathing became heavier and his palms were wet with sweat.

A sound of wind came from behind, and Peter's pupils shrank rapidly. The mysterious intruder had already reached behind Peter, and swung the iron rod he had just picked up directly towards the back of Peter's head.

Looking at its strength, if the stick was struck firmly, even if Peter was not killed on the spot, he would probably have to stay in the hospital with a bloody head for several weeks.But Peter, who has already had the ability of early warning and accelerated reaction, naturally will not be solved so easily.

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There was a loud sound of metal hitting.The iron rod was knocked open, and Peter couldn't help but take a step back and shook his numb right arm.

The wrench I took earlier came in handy, but as expected, it was still my physical fitness that was holding me back.When one's own physical fitness is far lower than that of the opponent, any head-on confrontation will only result in one's own losses.That's why he suddenly started exercising.

Only then did Peter have time to look at the attacker in front of him.A thin middle-aged man who looks about 30 years old.He was wearing a shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in at least two weeks, and a pair of trousers that were so dirty that you couldn't tell the original color.He grinned at Peter, showing his rotten teeth.

A New York policeman who has been around long enough can guess almost everything he has experienced in his life just by looking at his current appearance and the madness in his eyes.A poor family, a violent childhood, and at most a high school education.Maybe the family was broken up, maybe he ran away from home, but anyway, he became a member of the street gang, relying on petty theft or some more violent behaviors to feed himself.

New York's Hell's Kitchen produces hundreds of these social dregs every year, and then they often hang out for a few years before spending the rest of their lives in slums or behind prison doors.Of course, there are also some lucky people who are valued and become part of New York's criminal syndicates.

And to expect these people to have even an ounce of sympathy for a half-grown teenager is ridiculous.Seeing Peter in front of him, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he seemed very satisfied with the opponent in front of him.

"Hehe, I'm just a kid. It seems my luck is not that bad."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately moved, took two steps forward, and swung his stick again.In the small confrontation just now, he had realized that the little guy in front of him was far inferior to him at least in terms of strength.His years of street fighting experience had taught him to use every bit of his strengths.

And Peter also has his own strengths.As if he had clearly seen the trajectory of the stick, he turned sideways and narrowly avoided the stick.Then, he took a step forward and closed the distance between the two parties to within twenty centimeters.

This distance is shorter than a person's arm. Even if the opponent is stronger, he will not be able to exert force well at this distance, and it will be quite difficult to even react.

Peter smacked the wrench into his stomach before slamming forward.Due to the height difference between the two sides, this hit the middle-aged man's chin.

The jaw can be said to be one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. A concussion caused by too strong a blow or pressure can directly cause an adult to suffer a concussion.

The strong young man immediately went into shock.And even if Peter's strength was not strong enough and his power was not fully exerted due to lack of skill, this blow was enough to make the middle-aged man retreat several steps uncontrollably.The dizzy feeling in his head took him a while to recover.However, his many years of experience in street fighting did not make him powerless to fight back at this moment. He waved the iron rod in his hand in an unorganized manner, but Peter was unable to attack again for a while.

"Boy, you're good at hitting, aren't you?" The middle-aged man grinned and was about to take something out of his arms. A strong sense of crisis erupted in Peter's mind.Peter hurriedly stepped forward and hit the middle-aged man's hand hard with the wrench.And the middle-aged man didn't seem to expect Peter's sudden attack. He let out a cry of pain and dropped the things in his hands to the ground.

It was a pistol, and Peter cringed almost as soon as he saw it.

He has no ability to dodge bullets.

As if he was finally scared, the middle-aged man screamed wildly and swung two sticks at Peter's head, but one of them was dodged by Peter, and the other one was easily blocked by him.Peter's counterattack was much more effective. His wrench hit the middle-aged man's left arm hard, and it felt like he had smashed something. However, the middle-aged man didn't even groan, and struck him with another stick. .But this time his speed was obviously much slower, allowing Peter to seize an opportunity.

Peter turned sideways to avoid the stick, and threw the wrench in his hand, hitting the middle-aged man in the chest.The physical reaction of pain at that moment made the middle-aged man's body stiffen, and the front door opened wide.Peter picked up a glass box on the ground and hit the middle-aged man on the head with one hand.

Blood splattered.

The middle-aged man covered his face and howled miserably. There were two large wounds on his head that made Peter feel a little numb in his heart. There were still a few pieces of glass embedded in the wounds.

And even if Peter was a little nauseous, he wouldn't hold back at a time like this.He pounced, hooked his neck, and pulled him forward.The middle-aged man, who had not yet fully regained his sense of balance, was immediately pulled to the ground, and the weapon in his hand was also released.Peter quickly rode on his back and clasped the opponent's neck with a cross choke he learned from TV.If nothing goes wrong, the other party will fall into coma due to difficulty breathing in just ten seconds.

But the middle-aged man burst out with unimaginable power in this critical situation.He gripped Peter's arms so tightly that his nails dug into his arms.Peter was stimulated by the sudden pain, and the strength in his hand decreased a bit.

This was a fatal mistake. The middle-aged man roared angrily, his hands suddenly exerted force, and he directly tore Peter off his body, threw him aside, and then punched Peter in the stomach. .

An earth-shaking feeling came from the place where Peter was hit, making him feel like he wanted to vomit out all the food he had eaten last night.He retched twice, saliva and tears flowing out uncontrollably.

The wind came again, and the warning in Peter's mind also appeared at the same time, but before he could move his body in time, the middle-aged man kicked Peter in the chest and kicked him two meters away.

"Damn, boy, you're giving me a hard time. I didn't want to do this in the first place."

There was a sliding sound of metal parts, and Peter's whole body froze.

The middle-aged man had already picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, turned on the safety, and pointed the gun at himself.

Every part of Peter's body ached so much that he could hardly move.The warning feeling in his mind continued to increase, almost reaching a stinging level.At this moment, the Force exploded in his mind, and Peter suddenly knew what he should do.

Peter took a breath before speaking with difficulty.

"Put the gun down."

However, the middle-aged man just pressed the barrel of the gun closer and roared: "What are you talking about, you bastard?"

"I said." Peter's tone became more firm. "Put the gun down."

This time, the middle-aged man didn't say anything.After quite a while, Peter felt the thing on the back of his head being removed.

"I put down the gun." The middle-aged man's eyes were dull and he muttered to himself in an almost inaudible voice.

Peter opened his right hand, and the wrench that had fallen to the ground suddenly flew towards Peter's hand as if it had encountered a strong magnet.Peter caught the wrench, was stunned for a moment, then turned around and smashed it on the middle-aged man's head.

Like a dead fish, the middle-aged man immediately collapsed to the ground, and Peter also knelt down as if he had lost all strength, and he threw the wrench aside casually.His whole body was shaking, and he took several deep breaths before gradually calming down.

After a while, Peter took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the police station with trembling hands.