The rest of the killers also reacted, and they raised their weapons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBefore they could fire, Peter raised his hands and pressed down. An invisible shockwave erupted outwards around Peter.

The man closest to him was swept away, and those who were a little farther away also stirred up a panic. Most of them were knocked to the ground, and the few who were still balanced had their guns unsteady in their hands, let alone shooting.

Peter took two sharp breaths, and he raised his hands and looked at them in some surprise. Just now, at the moment when the anger and fear in his mind reached its peak, he suddenly sensed the presence of the Force again.

This time, for some reason, the original Force, which was peaceful but full of vitality, suddenly changed completely.

Now he can still sense its beautiful existence, but now the other side of the Force is completely revealed in his eyes. The Force on this side is irascible and changeable. It's like a flame, naturalizing everything it touches into chaotic energy. But for some reason, in this sea of flames like a sea of Force, Peter didn't feel any warmth.

Although I don't understand what has changed in my body now. But Peter could indeed feel a powerful force rushing into him like never before. The Force, which had previously required countless energy to control, could be easily mobilized under his single thought, and with just one finger, he could take the lives of others.

And that's exactly what he did.

The moment he felt the Force again, he was in a fit of rage and immediately launched his own attack on the man who killed Joe. For some reason, he chose this attack that he had never used before, and he didn't realize what he had done until he made his own move.

He finally killed a living human like him. And I don't know why, but now he doesn't have any feelings of disgust or regret.

That's not bad either. Peter smiled wickedly, kicked forward with a hard kick, and the whole person flew towards the killers who were still in chaos.

The first thing to be solved is those who are still fighting power.

Peter rushed in front of one of the killers, gathered his telekinesis in his fist, and knocked him three or four meters away with a single punch.

Without wasting any time, Peter immediately turned around and kicked a man's whirling leg in the chest of a man who had just gotten up, knocking him to the ground again. With his right hand spread, the pistol at Peter's feet flew up and into his hand like a steel needle drawn to a magnet.

Without even blinking an eye, Peter aimed it at the chest of a man who was lunging at him, pulling the trigger twice in succession.

The other party's right chest and throat each had an extra bloody hole, and his eyes were still full of surprise before he died. Just ten minutes ago, their boss was full of confidence and said that this person would not kill people at will.

Peter shook his aching arm, though with the help of his anticipation skills, his accuracy would not be far off. But perhaps it had something to do with the way he held the gun, and the pistol's shock was far greater than he expected.

At the same time, most of the people present had already groped their way back to their feet, and a few of them had already begun to design towards Peter. The Force under his feet exploded again, and he jumped directly onto the top of the water tank that was more than three meters high. Once again, the Force was beating, and Peter had jumped out of the tank and disappeared into the darkness again.

The rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Michael's statement that the other party would definitely not kill people has been self-defeating, and his own body is still lying on the concrete floor, which can be regarded as dead. If the group of them rushes in again, I am afraid that they will not know how many people will die. Now that their only leader is dead, no one will volunteer to be the one who went to explore the path first.

However, this time there was no need for them to search for it, and Peter took his own initiative to take revenge. He scurried out of the darkness without a sound, and a brick he picked up in his hand fell on his head, mercilessly smashing it on the head of a killer.

The other party snorted and fainted, and there was also a stream of blood flowing down his head. Peter reached out and hooked the fainted man's neck, holding him in front of him, just in time to block the first round of fire from the killers' counterattack. The man was beaten into a sieve, and a little splash of blood splattered onto Peter's windshield glass, but he didn't care.

The Force activated, and under the effect of the telekinesis, a small iron ring of a grenade was pulled off the man's waist. At the same time, Peter rushed forward and threw the man in his hand, who had turned into a corpse, towards the place where the crowd was at largest, and he himself rolled and dodged the moment he lost this 'protective gear'.

One of the thrown corpses fell directly to the ground, and one of the killers beside him reached out and tried to lift his companion up. But in the next second, the grenade hanging from the corpse's waist exploded, blasting both the corpse and the killer crushed under it into a rain of blood.

The man who tried to help was blown away by the explosion and fell to the ground screaming. His entire left forearm was directly blown away, half of the palm of his right hand was missing, his face and chest were blown into a bloody blur, and countless steel shards were inlaid with wounds.

"I'm going to your mother!" One of the killers, who had been far away, finally couldn't bear the pressure a little and raised his rifle and began to shoot at Peter. And Peter just raised his hand, and a huge force slammed into his body.

The killer suddenly lost his balance and took a few steps back. And then tragically, behind him was the edge of the eaves, and there was no safety railing. As soon as he stepped into the air, he fell off the roof. After a long scream, a sound of something being smashed came from downstairs.

One of the killers tried to escape, but Peter didn't even look at him, and he fell somehow in place. His face slammed to the ground, the bridge of his nose was broken, and he was bleeding profusely. Before he could stand up, Peter had already stepped on his back.

"This gentleman, would you like some back massage?" Peter said with a smile, but everyone who heard this shuddered. Peter stomped his foot down, and there was a dull cracking sound from the man's spine. He screamed, and then he was silent.

Still standing, there are only five killers left with combat effectiveness. However, they had completely lost their fighting spirit, and their whole bodies were trembling. Two of them behaved even worse, directly throwing down the weapons in their hands, kneeling on the ground and raising their hands in surrender.

"Surrender," Peter muttered as he walked toward them. I'm sorry, it's too late to say that. ”

One of them finally couldn't help but shoot at him, and the bullet was easily dodged by Peter's sideways. The eyes of the two collided, and Peter's eyes suddenly burst into a bright light. The man was stunned for a moment, and a nosebleed came out of his nostrils. He struggled to raise his pistol, aimed it at his jaw, and pulled the trigger.

"Hex! This guy can do sorcery! The other cried out in horror, but the pistol in his hand was hesitant to raise it, for fear that the fate of his companion would fall on his own head.

"Hex? You can say the same thing. Peter stepped forward, his blood-stained straitjacket and broken helmet giving an inexplicable eerie feeling in the moonlight. The remaining two trembled uncontrollably and collapsed to the ground.

"Put your hand out where I can see it, and get on your stomach." Peter's cold voice rang out, and the four men did as they did. According to normal times, these four good men are all big men who have seen blood, and it is impossible to be so obedient. However, at this moment, they only felt cold all over their bodies, and the fear in their hearts seemed to be magnified countless times.

"Oh?" Peter smiled. He raised his gun and aimed it at the head of the man at the front, his eyes full of indifference. "But I don't seem to say it, so that I can spare your lives."

"Enough!" A shout of rage came from the corner of the roof less than twenty meters away, and a man wearing a mask and a black nightcoat walked out.

He looked a little embarrassed, with a lot of dust on his sleeves and pants, and a few notches in his clothes that had been cut by sharp weapons. With a movement of his right hand, a rope scurried out of his sleeve like a viper, and was running towards Peter's right wrist.

Peter's brow moved, and he immediately tried to pull his hand out of the way. The rope also deflected a little to the side at the moment when he made a dodge movement, entangled the pistol that Peter was holding. The masked man waved his hand and rolled the pistol out of Peter's hand.