As a warehouse in the middle of the city, it's not surprising that old Jimmy's shop was burglarized. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info however, the guests who came today were obviously a little more vicious.

Of course, Peter today naturally does not know this.

Peter turned off the lights in his office and crept to the entrance to the warehouse.

Peter paused before opening the door, the dark silhouette like a large mouth, ready to swallow him and crush him. But in the next moment, Peter shook his head, dispelled the boundless fantasies in his head, and walked through the door.

There was no movement in the warehouse. There were no footsteps, no whispers, no moving goods. It was as if what Peter had just heard was just an illusion.

No, not an illusion.

At the moment when Peter's attention was completely concentrated, Peter's senses seemed to be magnified a thousand times. He heard sirens coming from the street outside the store, air coming in from another open window in the warehouse, and the barely audible sound of breathing.

Even though it lasted less than a second, it was enough for Peter to understand a fact. There is indeed a person hidden in this warehouse.

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

If the feeling was not wrong, the location of that breath should be in... Behind the second row of shelves.

His heart pounded like a hammer, so loud that he thought the man hiding somewhere in the warehouse could hear his heartbeat. The rapid production of adrenaline put him in a state of extreme euphoria, his breathing became heavier, and his palms were wet with sweat.

A sound of wind came from behind, Peter's pupils contracted rapidly, and the mysterious intruder had already circled Peter's back, swinging the iron rod he had just picked up directly at the back of Peter's head.

Judging by its strength, if the stick had been hammered, Peter would have been in the hospital for weeks if he hadn't been killed on the spot. But Peter, who already had the ability to give early warning and speed up reactions, naturally would not be solved so easily.

Bang!

There was a loud thud of metal striking. The iron rod was knocked open, and Peter took a step back and shook his numb right arm.

The wrench I took before really came in handy, but sure enough, it was my physical fitness that was dragging me back. In the case that his physical fitness is far lower than that of the other party, any hard encounter can only be his own loss. This is also the reason 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 to be in his thirties. He wore 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 they couldn't be seen in their original color. He grinned at Peter, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

A New York cop who has been around long enough can guess all about his life's experience just by looking at his current appearance and the madness in his eyes. Poor families, full of violent childhood, up to high school education. Maybe it was a broken family, maybe it was running away from home, but after that he became a member of the street gangsters, feeding himself by petty theft or some more violent acts.

New York's Hell's Kitchen produces hundreds of these social scraps every year, and then they spend the rest of their lives in slums or behind prison gates for a few years. Of course, there are some lucky ones who are valued and become part of the crime syndicate in New York.

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

"Hehe, it's just a kid, it seems that my luck is not so bad."

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

And Peter had his own strengths. As if he had clearly seen the trajectory of this stick swinging, he turned sideways and almost dodged this stick. Immediately after, he took a step forward, closing the distance between the two sides to within twenty centimeters.

This distance is shorter than a person's arm, and even if the opponent's strength is greater, he can't exert his strength well at this distance, and it is quite difficult to even react!

Peter slammed the wrench on his lower abdomen and then slammed it forward. Due to the difference in height 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, and a concussion caused by too strong blows or pressure can directly shock an adult strong man. And even if Peter's strength was not strong enough, and his strength was not fully exerted due to lack of skill, this blow was enough to make the middle-aged man retreat several times uncontrollably. It took him a while to recover. But the experience of fighting on the street for many years did not make him powerless to fight back at this time, he waved the iron rod in his hand for a while, and Peter was unable to attack again for a while.

"Boy, you're pretty good at fighting, aren't you?" The middle-aged man grinned and was about to take something out of his arms, and a strong sense of crisis erupted in Peter's mind. Peter hurriedly stepped forward and struck the middle-aged man hard with a wrench. And the middle-aged man didn't seem to expect Peter to come suddenly, so he let out a pain and dropped the thing in his hand on the ground.

It was a pistol, and Peter couldn't help but be scared almost as soon as he saw it.

He didn't have the ability to dodge bullets.

As if he had finally arrived in fear, the middle-aged man let out a wild scream and swung two sticks at Peter's head in succession, but one of them was dodged by Peter, and the other was blocked by him quite easily. Peter's counterattack was much more effective, his wrench slammed into the middle-aged man's left arm, and it felt as if he had smashed something, and the middle-aged man didn't snort, and slashed down with another stick. But this time he was noticeably slower, allowing Peter to take a chance.

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

Blood splattered.

The middle-aged man covered his face and howled, and there were two large cuts on his head that made Peter's heart a little numb, and there were several pieces of glass shards embedded in the wounds.

And Peter, even if he was a little sick to his stomach, he would not spare his hand at such a time. He lunged, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled forward. The middle-aged man, who had not fully regained his sense of balance, was immediately pulled to the ground by this blow, and the weapon in his hand was also taken out. Peter quickly rode on his back and grabbed the other man's neck with a cross-choke he had learned from TV. If nothing else, it only takes more than ten seconds for the other party to fall unconscious due to difficulty breathing.

And the middle-aged man burst out with unimaginable power in this critical scene. He grabbed Peter's arms, his nails digging into his arms. Peter was stimulated by the sudden pain, and the force in his hand decreased a little.

This is a fatal mistake, the middle-aged man roared angrily, and suddenly with both hands, he directly ripped Peter off his body, shook it to the side, and then punched Peter in the stomach.

A feeling of upheaval came from where Peter had been beaten, and he felt like he was going to vomit all the food he had eaten the night before. He retched twice, saliva and tears flowing uncontrollably.

The wind struck again, and the warning in Peter's mind also appeared at the same time, but he didn't have time to move his body, and the middle-aged man kicked Peter in the chest, directly kicking him two meters away.

"Damn it, boy, you're making it hard for me. I didn't want to do that in the first place. ”

Peter's entire body froze with the sound of metal parts sliding.

The middle-aged man had already picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, opened the safe, and pointed the muzzle at himself.

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

Peter gasped for breath before he spoke with difficulty.

"Put the gun down."

However, the middle-aged man only pressed the chamber of the gun a little tighter, and roared, "What are you talking about, bastard? ”

"I said." Peter's tone was a little firmer. "Put the gun down for me."

This time, the middle-aged man didn't say anything. It was a long time before Peter felt what he was holding on to the back of his head move away.

"I... Handful... The gun was put down. The middle-aged man's eyes were glazed, and he was talking to himself in a way that was almost inaudible.

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

Like a dead fish, the middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, and Peter fell to his knees as if he had lost his strength, and he threw the wrench aside. He shuddered and took several deep breaths before calming down.

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