Marvel's The Force Awakens

Peter, who looked gloomy, turned over the dead body lying on the ground.

Killed with one shot, the bullet entered his brain from his temple, and then the churning bullet turned everything inside his skull into a paste.Even if Peter's healing ability were dozens of times stronger, there would be no way he could be saved.

"What a ghost..." Peter put down the corpse, which was of no use to him, and cursed secretly. "These guys can do this to their own people without hesitation..."

Powerful equipment, excellent combat qualities, and a ruthlessness that is enough to make everyone feel a chill.There was no doubt that they were different from the street gangsters that Peter could easily crush.In some ways, they were somewhat similar to the ninjas they faced on the cruise ship that day.

Yeah, a ninja with a submachine gun.

Could they be Kingpin's guards? Peter immediately thought of the rumors he heard among the street gangsters.It is said that in addition to his bodyguards, Kingpin also has a highly capable team responsible for his safety.They will only be deployed in extremely exceptional circumstances.

And every time they go out, they will leave at least ten corpses behind.So far, no survivors have escaped their massacre, so naturally no witnesses can come forward to confirm their existence.In a way, they are also urban legends among these gangsters.

However, these legends seem to have been confirmed by Peter.It's right to think about it. If you want to trade equally with the ninjas of the Hand Association, the hard power of Kingpin's men will naturally not be much weaker.

Naturally, Peter had no way of knowing at this time. Due to some of his preconceived impressions, his own inferences were further and further away from the correct path.

Putting down the body in his hands, Peter sighed and walked out through the back door.Less than half a minute later, the police kicked down the door of the bar. Suddenly seeing the corpses in front of them, they panicked and started reporting to the other end of the intercom.At this time, Peter had already disappeared into the New York night with several precise Force jumps.

It would be nice if Gunsou and the others were still here at this time.An idea suddenly appeared in Peter's mind as he was flying between the rooftops.

After handing over Wesley, who was under his control, to the New York media, Gunsou left without saying goodbye on a sunny morning.Having fulfilled his agreement, he no longer had the obligation to stay here, so he automatically disappeared before Peter's next visit.Accompanying him was Erica, whom Peter had not seen since he handed the document into Peter's hands.

Even Matt, Peter's nominal teacher, seems to be busy lately. They only spoke on the phone once in the past month.Maybe it's because he is too busy now, maybe he can no longer teach Peter who is stronger than him, maybe he is just tired of all this.In any case, he is not interested in fighting New York criminals right now.

The team that once fought together parted ways.Although Peter did not have a good impression of them as people, there was no doubt about their abilities.When facing an enemy of this level, Peter, who was acting alone, still felt a little apprehensive.

But...there's nothing we can do about it.Peter couldn't help but sigh again, and at this moment, the miniature radio in his arms rang again.

"There was a large-scale fight on Sixth Street. Repeat, there was a large-scale fight on Sixth Street. The number of people was between ten and fifteen people, and at least two of them had firearms..."

Peter turned off the radio, and his body shape suddenly changed.

direction.Ten to 15 people, this is not a large scale. The police should be able to control the situation by themselves.Yet he still thought he should go take a look.If an innocent passerby was involved and accidentally killed, and he did nothing, he would not be able to accept this at all.

With great ability comes great responsibility. This sentence that Uncle Ben has always said is indeed quite reasonable.But now these responsibilities are getting bigger and bigger, and Peter is gradually feeling a little breathless.

This time's reshuffle of New York's underworld is bloody.Almost every night, a large-scale battle breaks out in a dark corner of New York. So far, hundreds of corpses have been scattered on the streets.These guys who usually like to hide in the dark seem to have been exhausted in this fight, and they don't even have the time or energy to deal with the aftermath.

So much blood and corpses naturally had a huge impact on foreign society.Citizens have expressed concern for their own safety, and the media has begun to spread the news and openly criticize any public figure even remotely related to these events.

All in all, if he wants these ongoing atrocities to stop, Peter needs to find a way to end this unrest for good.For some reason, Peter felt that he should be able to find the answer in Kingpin.

A controlled underworld is always better than this chaotic situation.Peter couldn't help but have this idea in his mind.

"Rumlow, that mediocre guy with a brain full of muscles, also suffered a setback. Fortunately, it was Dicken, the idiot, who died, and the task was more or less completed. Otherwise, this guy probably didn't know how to handle the task." Ophelia said contemptuously, re-locking the frequency of her phone, and she threw it to the woman behind her. "It seems to be what your companions did. Erica, what do you think?"

"I don't even know who Rumlow is. Besides, it's none of my business." Erica, who was wearing a red cheongsam and showing off her hot figure, had an indifferent expression. "Besides, unless the Rumlow you are talking about and his men are not weaker than me, there is really nothing we can do about that little guy."

"Please, you are my deputy now. Sooner or later, you will be the one to take charge of your own business. It's not enough to have such an opinion." Ophelia covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled. "Besides, the important thing is not that Rumlow was frustrated, but that even though the Winter Soldier was in his team, there were still battle losses."

"Winter Soldier"

"One of our most...useful tools. His origin is a little long. I will tell you slowly when I have time." Ophelia waved her hand, seeming a little reluctant to continue. Keep talking on this topic.

"Whatever." Erica's answer was still concise and capable.

"But since I was able to repel the Winter Soldier, it proves that the little guy is indeed pretty good." After lightly laughing twice, Ophelia took two steps forward, and her frivolous tone gradually became colder. . "It should be at least much stronger than this old immortal who is trying to use energy to detoxify."

Standing less than five meters away from them was the old man who should have left the United States long ago.His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and a faint dark green appeared on his skin that originally looked as rosy as a young man's.His body suddenly shook, and a mouthful of brown blood spat out from his mouth.He coughed several times before using his trembling hands to wipe away the blood that kept flowing from his mouth.

"You immortal...you are talking about yourself, Viper." Even though he was so weak, there was still a trace of trademark arrogance in Stickou's tone.