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A single shot killed, the bullet went through his temple into his brain, and the churning bullet turned everything inside his skull into a pulp. Even if Peter's healing ability was dozens of times stronger, there was no possibility of saving this person.

"What the hell," Peter cursed to himself, as he put down the corpse, which was no longer of any use to him. These guys can even do this kind of ruthless thing without hesitation..."

Powerful equipment, excellent combat qualities, and enough ruthlessness to make everyone feel a little chill. Undoubtedly, they weren't the same as the street thugs that Peter could easily crush over. In some ways, they resemble the ninjas they faced on the cruise that day.

Well, ninjas with submachine guns.

Are they the guards of the Golden Peace? Peter immediately thought of the rumors he had heard among the street gangsters. It is said that in addition to his bodyguards, Kim also has a team of extremely strong fighters who are responsible for his safety. They will only be dispatched in extremely exceptional circumstances.

And each of their sorties leaves at least ten or more corpses behind. So far, no survivors have escaped their massacre, so naturally no witnesses have been able to confirm their existence. In a way, they're 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 on an equal footing with those ninjas of the Hand Association, the hard power of Jin Ji's men will naturally not be weak.

Naturally, Peter at this time could not have known, because of some preconceived impressions about him, that his own reasoning was getting further and further down the right path.

Putting down the corpse in his hand, Peter sighed and walked out the back door. Less than half a minute later, the police kicked down the door of the bar, and when they suddenly saw a corpse in front of them, they panicked and began to report to the other end of the intercom. At this time, Peter had already disappeared into the night of New York with a few precise Force jumps.

If only they were still there at this time. A thought popped into Peter's mind, as he was leaping between the rooftops.

After handing over Wesley, who he had controlled, to the New York press, he said goodbye on a sunny morning. Having fulfilled his promise, he had no obligation to stay any longer, and disappeared by the time of Peter's next visit. He was accompanied by Erica, whom Peter had not seen since he had placed the document in Peter's hands.

Even Matt, Peter's titular teacher, seems to have been busy lately, and they've only spoken on the phone once in the past month. Maybe it's because he's too busy right now, maybe he's no longer able to teach Peter, who is stronger than him, maybe he's just tired of it all. Either way, he's not interested in cracking down on New York criminals right now.

The squad that once fought side by side together parted ways. Although Peter did not have a good impression of them, there was no doubt about their abilities. When facing an enemy of this level, Peter, who acted alone, still felt a little jealous.

But... There's no way around it. Peter couldn't help but sigh again, and just then, the miniature radio in his arms went on again.

"There was a massive fight on Sixth Street, and again, there was a massive fight on Sixth Street. The number is between ten and fifteen people, and at least two of them have firearms..."

Peter turned off the radio, and his body changed direction. Ten to fifteen people, this is not a big scale, and the police should be able to control the situation themselves. Still, he thought he should go over and take a look. If an innocent passerby is caught up and killed by mistake, and he does nothing, he is completely unacceptable.

With great power comes great responsibility, and this sentence that Uncle Ben has always been on his lips is indeed quite reasonable. But now these responsibilities are growing, and Peter is gradually feeling a little overwhelmed.

This time the reshuffle of the underworld forces in New York is bloody. Almost every night, there is a large-scale battle in a dark corner of New York, and by now, hundreds of corpses have been dumped in 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 do the aftermath work.

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

In short, if these ongoing atrocities were to stop, Peter needed to find a way to bring the turmoil to an end once and for all. For some reason, Peter felt that he should be able to find the answer in Kim.

A controlled underground society is always much better than this chaotic situation. The thought crossed Peter's mind.

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"Rumlow's mediocre genius with muscles in his brain has been frustrated. Fortunately, it was the stupid Deken who died, and the task was more or less completed, otherwise this guy probably wouldn't know how to deal with it. Ophelia said dismissively, re-clocking her phone, and casually tossing it to the woman behind her. Seems to have been done by your companions. Erica, what do you think? ”

"Views? I don't even know who Rumlow is. And, what does it matter to me? Wearing a red cheongsam, Erica's expression was indifferent when she showed off her hot body. Besides, unless the Rumlow you mentioned and his men are not weaker than me, they really can't help that little guy. ”

"Please, you're my deputy now. In the future, sooner or later, you will be the one who will be in charge. None of this is true. Ophelia covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled. Besides, it's not that Rumlow is frustrated, it's that even though the Winter Soldier is in his ranks, there is still a battle loss. ”

"The Winter Soldier?"

"We're the most... One of the best tools to use. His history is a little long, and I'll tell you about it when I have time. Ophelia waved her hand, seemingly reluctant to continue on the subject.

"Whatever." Erica's answer was still succinct.

"But since we can repel the Winter Soldier, it proves that the little guy's strength is indeed good." After chuckling twice, Ophelia took two steps forward, her tone growing colder and colder. "It should be at least much stronger than this old immortal who is trying to detoxify."

Standing less than five meters in front of them was the stick who should have left the United States a long time ago. His face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper, and a faint dark green appeared on his skin, which had been as rosy as a young man. His body shook suddenly, and a mouthful of brown blood spat out of his mouth. He coughed several times before he wiped the blood from his mouth with his trembling hands.

"The old immortal... Are you talking about yourself? Viper? Even if he was so weak, there was still a hint of trademark arrogance in his tone