Marvel's The Force Awakens

The killers who had just entered the fourth floor were pleasantly surprised to find that the other party had no intention of playing hide-and-seek with them anymore, which saved them a lot of time.However, what frightened them was that the opponent's combat power was far beyond their imagination.

Just when they started to disperse and search, one of the teams was already attacked.

Peter rushed out from the shadows, grabbed the head of the person walking at the end of the team, and smashed it against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor.Before the man's teammates could react, Peter had disappeared into the darkness again.They fired a few shots randomly in the darkness, and quickly tried to go up to check on their teammates.

However, this carelessness comes at a cost.Peter didn't go far, he silently appeared behind a person, locked the other person's throat and dragged him back.The remaining two people quickly chased after them after reacting, but they only saw the unconscious body of their companion.

The second attack occurred less than 4 minutes later.The sixth team searching the southeast direction was attacked by Peter in one of the utility rooms.

A few seconds after they entered the room, Peter, who was hiding on the ceiling, fell from the sky. The steel roller in his hand directly knocked down the unlucky guy below him.

The remaining few people had already been alert when another group was attacked, and their reaction speed was extremely fast.Peter's location was flooded with gunfire and bullets in less than a second, and Peter had long disappeared.Unfortunately, the guy he put to the ground was shot with two bullets in his butt.

In this blinding darkness, Peter put his sensory abilities to best use.His figure constantly switches between darkness and light, as if he is a phantom that can appear in multiple places at the same time.Every time he appeared, there seemed to be no pattern, causing all the enemies who tried to guess his location to miss him, and all the whistling bullets hit the air.

And in the midst of their hysterical counterattack, Peter seized a gap and appeared next to a person like a phantom.At the next moment, Peter's attacks broke out like a violent storm.

Headbutt, right hook, elbow strike, left hook, knee, hand knife, and finally three straight punches to the opponent's face.

The opponent had already lost consciousness in the middle of Peter's combo.When Peter knocked him away with his last punch, he collapsed on the ground like a sack. At least three bones in his body were broken, and his face would probably require quite extensive plastic surgery.

Before Peter could make any more moves, he suddenly took a few steps back.In the next moment, the light illuminated the entire room.The rest of the people who heard their call for help poured in from the front and rear doors of the storage room, and a dozen flashlights illuminated the entire room as if it were daytime.

However, they did not see any trace of the attacker in this small room, and Peter disappeared again.

"He escaped through the window." After more than ten seconds of searching, a killer pointed to a nearby window and shouted.And what he said was indeed true.After everyone took a closer look, they discovered that the window that seemed to be firmly locked was actually only half-closed, and a small piece of the dust accumulated on the window eaves had also been wiped away.

There is no doubt that this is where the man left.

The two people in the team immediately ran out subconsciously and ran towards the corridor connected to the window.Taking the initiative at the first opportunity has become an instinct developed during their long careers.

"Come back here," Michael roared angrily behind them, but it was already too late.Their figures have already walked out of the door.

At the same time, two jaw-dropping sounds came from only two or three meters away from the door.

What happened next was a mess.Screams and gunshots mixed together.When Michael rushed out of the storage room, there was only one person left in the corridor outside the door. He was sitting on the ground, holding a loaded pistol in his hand, with a blank look on his face.

The other person has disappeared.

"What's going on?" Michael squatted down in front of the man sitting on the ground and asked one word at a time while holding back his anger.

"He..." The man trembled a few times, but failed to utter a comprehensible word.Michael rubbed his forehead, and then slapped the man hard on the face.

The man finally came to his senses, and when he saw the livid Michael in front of him, he immediately broke out in cold sweat.

"He came out from behind us, like a ghost. Sid was captured by him. I fired at him several times but didn't hit him. That guy is weird." The man's words began to become incoherent again. , it seemed that he was a little too frightened just now.Michael was silent for a few seconds, then a hand

The knife knocked him unconscious.

It would be better if this kind of guy who disrupts morale is killed without a single shot.For some reason, Michael suddenly missed the time when he was a mercenary.

Although the opponent's strength seems to be stronger than he imagined, from Michael's point of view, they still have the upper hand in this cat and mouse game.It seems that his target has been forced into a desperate situation and he has begun to fight the final battle against the trapped beast, but all this will be in vain.Our side has an almost decisive advantage: for some reason, the other side seems unwilling to kill.

Although the opponent's attack was heavy enough, these people might have serious concussions, but the injuries caused by the helmeted man were not fatal after all.Among the seven people knocked down by the opponent, three have now woken up, and have regained some fighting strength. It is only a matter of time before the other two wake up.To have this kind of womanly kindness on the battlefield is undoubtedly asking for death.

"It seems we have to be more careful now. As you can see, the enemy is not easy to mess with." Michael glanced at everyone. "Now we are divided into four groups, each with five people. Everyone first ensures your own safety and do not act alone. Okay, let me go."

A few corridors away, Peter was lying on top of a cabinet, gasping for air.His injured lungs were almost overwhelmed.

If he takes a deep breath now, the blood foam in his lungs will accumulate, making him more injured.But the amount of air a normal shallow breath could actually absorb wasn't enough for his body to function properly.Now there are a lot of black spots in his sight, and this is caused by lack of oxygen.

He sat down and used the last bit of his mental energy to heal his wounds.When it was also consumed, Peter felt a sense of exhaustion almost coming from the depths of his soul occupying his brain, as if he had not slept for two days and two nights.

Now, not to mention his ability to predict, even his body's reaction speed has been reduced by nearly half, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.But this was what he had to do. After roughly repairing his lungs again, he had briefly regained his physical mobility.

Force perception unfolded again, covering most of the floor.But this time, what he perceived was blurry, like a person with normal vision wearing a pair of high-strength glasses.An inexplicable headache hit him, and Peter only managed to hold on for a moment before he had to withdraw from the state of perception.

He rubbed his sore temples.The two attacks just now were quite effective, and now all the local manpower has been attracted to this side of the floor by Peter.If Joe could seize this opportunity, he might actually be able to escape successfully.

The pain in his head was getting worse, and Peter scratched the back of his head sadly. For some reason, this pain always gave him a familiar feeling.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something, and rolled towards the ground like a lazy donkey.

Three bullet holes appeared on the cabinet where Peter was lying just now. Peter rolled aside several times with great force and dodged another round of bullets.Michael, who was on the other side of the corridor, sneered a few times and fired another three shots.

"I guessed right, you didn't run very far." Michael fired all the bullets in the magazine without hesitation.Peter's current early warning ability has been greatly weakened due to the wasted mental power, but in this dimly lit scene with many obstacles, the opponent's accuracy is not very high.

Peter's counterattack came the next moment. Peter's figure changed strangely while dodging, and he immediately escaped from the range of his flashlight.And just one breath later, Peter's figure appeared in front of Michael and punched him in the face.

Pretty poor technique, but certainly excellent timing.

Michael commented silently in his mind before taking his best reaction.Giving up the idea of ​​needlessly using a rifle to shoot an enemy who was already in front of his face, he directly blocked Peter's punch with the barrel of the gun, and then pointed the rifle at Peter's head like a short stick. Smash it.

Peter, who had lost most of his precognitive abilities, was quite unsuited to this way of fighting, and narrowly escaped this attack.But Michael's attack did not end. He first threw the rifle in his hand, which had become a burden in close combat, at Peter with all his strength, and then took out his spare pistol.

The moment Peter caught the rifle, Michael quickly fired four more shots.

The first bullet missed Peter's throat, but the next three shots hit their target.

The first two bullets hit his arm, adding two more wounds to Peter's body.The last bullet penetrated directly through the windshield of his helmet.Peter took a few steps back and cried out in pain.