Marvel's The Force Awakens

For now...it's safe again.Peter took a breath and sat down with his knees in the corner.

This was his newly found hiding spot. In the past few minutes, he was like a lost dog, constantly looking for the next suitable cover while avoiding the opponent's sight.In his current state, he might have trouble facing even one person, and the number of people searching on the roof now has reached more than ten people.

When the other party is still very cautious, it is not difficult to temporarily avoid the other party's search.Even so, Peter still couldn't see where his way out was.Now he still cannot use any power of the Force, and there is no other feasible solution.And after such a long time, another terrible thought arose from the depths of his mind.

What if it...just disappeared?

A feeling of fear gripped Peter's heart.If I have completely lost this wonderful ability, the golden road that can make me reach the sky and escape mediocrity, can I accept it?

After losing his abilities, can he easily accept the fact that he is just Peter Parker, an ordinary high school student?

Thinking of this, he felt a little unwilling.After tasting power, Peter found that he couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose it.

However, as time went by, when all his efforts still failed to bring back a little response from the Force, Peter was almost desperate.At this moment, a shout came from 40 meters behind him.There was a bit of joy in this familiar voice.

"There's no point in hiding, Red Mask. Although I must admit, you seem to be quite talented at this." Michael shouted, a look of smugness evident on his face.In his opinion, tonight's farce, which was far more troublesome than anyone imagined, was finally coming to an end. "We shouldn't be enemies in the first place, right?"

Unmoved, Peter continued to sit in his hiding place, trying hard to enter meditation again.For his enemies, he will not be moved by just a few words.

"If you had accepted the boss's kindness just now, things wouldn't be as bad as they are now, right?" Michael smiled and continued.He didn't expect that just these few words would make the other party show up. "However, the situation is not that bad now. Fortunately, you are sensible and don't make a killing. So this also gives us a chance to mend our relationship."

"Of course, now that things have reached this point, it is naturally impossible for us to negotiate on the same terms as before. Unfortunately, the option for you to stay out of the matter is gone. However, you still have two options."

"The first option is, let's continue to play this game." Michael spread his hands and his tone quickly became sinister. "Maybe you can take down two more of my guys, maybe three, maybe four. You've proven yourself capable. But the end result is the same. We're going to find you and put a bullet in your direction inside the head."

"The second option is that you accept our kindness and become one of us. With your ability far beyond ordinary people, you will naturally be able to obtain corresponding money and status under the boss. As long as you agree, I can immediately I’ll write you a check for $30. And after that, you’ll get even more.”

Peter still didn't make any answer, but his heart skipped a beat.

What is the concept of 30 US dollars?

Uncle Ben and Aunt May could easily pay off the entire loan on their home and have enough money left over to prepare for retirement in ten years.If Peter decided to selfishly keep all this money to himself, he would be richer than the parents of most of his peers.This money is enough for him to live without having to work for the next ten years, not to mention the other benefits he can get after joining them.

As a person living in modern society, aren't money and status the best tools to measure a person's success? A rich and powerful person can not only live in a better house, drink better wine, and drive a better car , and it also makes it easier for him to become a so-called good person.A poor but noble person may try his best to help others and only get a few thanks, but a rich person only needs a little bit between his fingers, and his name of charity will be praised by countless people.

And using one's own abilities in exchange for all this, isn't it just natural?

Peter's will was obviously shaken.But another voice from CNOOC in his mind told him that this was a ridiculously wrong choice.

The scenes described by the people who were extending an olive branch to him were indeed quite tempting, but there was already blood on their hands that could not be washed away.like

If his money and status meant that he had to do such a thing, Peter could not overcome his conscience.

His eyes gradually became firm, but there was still a trace of struggle in his expression.

Michael stood there waiting for a while, but still didn't hear any response.His expression darkened, and he was about to give an order to continue the search.At this moment, a subordinate ran up and whispered something in his ear.His complexion soon improved.

The door to the roof was opened and Joe limped up, escorted by the entire team.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and there was another bullet hole in his right arm.His hair was disheveled and his expensive suit had been torn into pieces. He looked no better than a beggar on the street.Now he is completely different from the elegant and elegant young man Peter had met before.

"The eldest son of the Moretti family, welcome." Michael laughed loudly, walked in front of Joe, and nodded at the two people who were supporting Joe.They suddenly let go of their hands, and Joe fell to the ground.At this time, Peter also poked his head out of his hiding place and looked at everything happening on the field.

Joe, who fell to the ground, wiped the dust from his face and tried hard to get up.Michael, who was standing in front of him, knelt down, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head up.

"It looks really embarrassing." Michael slapped Joe's face humiliatingly.Qiao glared at him, moved her lips, but did not dare to speak.Michael curled his lips, seeming quite bored by his lack of reaction.

"Forget it, your death day has come, and there is really no point in playing with you. When you get there, say hello to your family for me." Michael took out his pistol and pointed the muzzle Aimed at Joe's forehead. "Jo Moretti, do you have any last words?"

"Wait a moment"

This sentence was not shouted by Qiao.But Peter had already come out of his hiding place and stopped Michael.Everyone immediately raised their guns and pointed them at him.Michael waved his hand and told them to put the gun down.

"I agree to your invitation and your request. Let him go. The Moretti family no longer poses any threat to you, right?" Peter said through gritted teeth, but there was a hint of sincerity in his tone. . "Isn't this a good win-win situation?"

"It's not you who decides the rules of the game here." After a moment of silence, Michael shook his head.He took his pistol from the men on the side and threw it to the ground three or four meters in front of Joe.

"I have a new proposal." A sinister smile appeared on his face. "In our line of work, we all have the so-called surrender. Pick up this gun and kill this guy who is going to die anyway. You will be our brother."

Peter was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.His eyes fell to the gun on the ground, then back to Joe's face, hesitantly.

After a few seconds of strange silence, Michael finally spoke again: "It's been long enough to give you a choice. How about it, what is your choice?"

"Wait, let's talk some more," Peter said quickly, but Michael shook his head, seemingly not interested in hearing the rest of his words.He raised the gun and pulled the trigger.Joe's head was shattered, white brains and bright red blood sprayed from the horrific hole onto the concrete floor, and his body fell down weakly.

"You saw it, right?" He said hello to the men behind him. "I really tried it. You must say this when you report to your boss."

Michael turned around and was about to kill the incompetent guy in front of him.But at this moment, he felt a cold and hard hand grabbing his throat, and the force was gradually increasing.

A helpless feeling of suffocation ran through his mind, and he struggled subconsciously, trying to pry the hand away.But when his fingers touched his own neck, he found that there was nothing on his neck.Not far away, Peter's right hand, which looked ferocious on the outside, was in the shape of a claw, aimed straight at his throat.

But...he's still so far away...

An idea flashed through Michael's mind.In the next moment, Peter's palms suddenly clenched into fists, and Michael's neck also made a terrifying cracking and twisting sound.

His throat rolled several times, and he spit out a mouthful of blood containing shredded meat and bone fragments. He was completely dead before his body fell to the ground.His head hit the ground, his eyes facing Joe's bloody face.