Two consecutive calls to Gwen's mobile phone were not connected, and Peter was already a little anxious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe terrifying future in his mind was becoming a reality little by little as time passed.

It was close to half past three in the afternoon, and if everything in the dream was real, the scene in my mind would have happened in less than five hours.

Gwen is kidnapped by Kim's henchmen, who hope to use her as a hostage to threaten George. The reason is simple, the other party has discovered the connection between George and Red Mask. George would be killed for a reason that Peter did not know. It may be that the conversation broke down and did not agree with each other, or it may be that the other party killed George after getting all the information from him.

Either way, Peter was going to stop this from happening.

Without the slightest hesitation, Peter stopped a taxi on the street. After a simple mental cue, the driver began to race wildly through the busy streets of New York. Peter closed his eyes, trying to let the mysterious power in his mind guide his way.

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An unchallenging mission. Bullseye is feeling a little bored right now.

The kidnapping operation as the beginning was surprisingly lighthearted. The policeman's daughter was not on the slightest alert, and after she had led her down two streets under the pretext of getting lost, a cloth coated with sweat medicine easily made her lose all her mobility.

Ten minutes later, Bullseye threw Gwen into a secret room. After taking a few chapters of photos that were enough to convince the stubborn cop, Bullseye locked the door contentedly. Looking back now, he still feels a little pity. This little girl is quite cute, and if she is two or three years old, maybe she will risk being punished by gold to enjoy it.

However, her best fate has been to be sold to those special entertainment venues. Under the ravages of those heavy-tasting guests, she may not have a chance to live to adulthood.

It's a shame.

I sent those photos out on my phone, and it didn't take long for him to get a reply. Looking at the caller ID on the phone, Bullseye showed a weird smile. He pressed the connect button, and the next moment, George's angry voice came from the other side of the microphone.

"You son of a bitch, what did you do with her?"

"Please calm down, Mr. Stacy." This live bullseye had been dozens of times, and each time he was very interested in the reaction of the other party. He laughed silently before continuing. "She's safe now and hasn't been harmed. Of course, it's just for now, and as for what happens in the future, it depends on whether you cooperate or not. ”

"What do you want? You know my name, and you must have done some research on me. You should know that I'm not rich and I don't have much money to give you. What do you need? Propose your conditions, and I will try to satisfy you. ”

After so many years as a police officer, this official tone is still used in this situation. Bullseye sneered, but didn't continue with his words. And in the face of his silence, George's position obviously began to become chaotic.

"Damn, what the hell do you want? Speak! If you hurt one of her hairs, I swear to God I'm going to rip you up alive..."

"It seems that this tone is not appropriate here, and I should be the one who has the ability to threaten now." Bullseye said coldly, but there was a clear hint of joy in his eyes. He enjoyed the feeling of tormenting the spirits of others. "Mr. Stacy, we're going to have a good chat. In an hour, I will visit your apartment. Although I usually ask for one piece when I visit someone. But I don't think that's necessary in this case. ”

"You bastard... An hour! Damn, I promised, don't hurt her! George's anger obviously couldn't be calmed down for a moment, but he had no other choice. After getting George's confirmation, Bullseye casually pressed the button to cut off the call and put his phone back in his pocket.

At this time, there is no need to talk anymore, too much is lost, and you just need to follow the plan at the beginning.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. Stacy is no doubt going to do what his daughter wants. This person seems to be very flexible at work, but he is actually the kind of person who is stubborn to the extreme. His daughter is his only weakness.

Although Bullseye didn't expect much from him to know much about Red Mask, if he had something to gain, he would be able to wash away a little bit of his first two humiliating soy sauce fights. Moreover, if you can develop this policeman who gave money and caused a lot of trouble into your own insider, then this time your own credit is definitely not small.

As Bullseye pondered his next step, he suddenly noticed something and suddenly raised his head. And in the next moment, a strong wind sounded from his side.

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Caught off guard, he couldn't make any defensive or dodging moves in time. Although he was indeed not comparable to ordinary mercenaries in terms of melee combat, the blow came too suddenly and too quickly. His skull had been hit solidly, and if it weren't for his helmet protection, his head would have been smashed straight away.

And even with the protection of the helmet, a feeling of dizziness filled his mind in an instant, leaving his brain blank for a short time. Unable to think in his brain, years of training and the instinct that had been imprinted into his bones made his body react subconsciously. Two miniature darts that had been clasped in the cuffs were thrown in the direction of the attack, and he himself pounced directly on the ground, a lazy donkey rolling in an attempt to distance himself from his attacker.

"Get out of here!"

The other party did not try to dodge the two darts at all, and they were bounced off by something invisible the moment they hit, as if the other party was wearing an invisible body armor. The bullseye's flying figure also froze strangely in mid-air, and the next moment it fell to the ground fiercely. At this time, the bullseye finally saw the scarlet mask on his attacker's face.

"Damn... It's you! ”

"It seems that you are not happy to meet me." Peter took two quick steps forward and reached out to grab Bullseye's left shoulder. A piercing pain erupted from where Peter had pinched, making Bullseye pale. He tried to draw his own sword, but Peter disarmed his weapon with a single slash. Bullseye punches Peter in the face, but his punch is easily caught by Peter. By the time he tried to stop, it was too late, and Peter had already grabbed his fist and slammed it on his joint.

His entire right arm hung down weakly, and he couldn't exert the slightest strength from it. And even at such times, Bullseye smirked triumphantly. Having fallen into an absolute disadvantage, he behaved like a winner at this time.

"We guessed right!" Bullseye stared at Peter's mask, trying to see something on it. "You're not on good luck with that damn cop. We've finally found your weakness. Who is he? Colleague? Friend? Relatives? ”

"You can go on and on, but the answer doesn't mean anything to you anymore." Peter's tone was extremely cold, and his attack exploded like a storm without the slightest pause. Bullseye had only been held up for less than five seconds before he fell to the ground, his arms had been completely destroyed, and the punch in his chest made it difficult for him to even breathe, but he was still laughing.

"You've lost, Mr. Red Mask. Once your real identity is revealed, there is almost no threat to us. Have you figured out how to deal with Kim's wrath? ”

But Peter didn't seem to hear what he was saying. He grabbed the collar of the bullseye directly and lifted him up.

"Don't talk nonsense, get some sleep, Mr. Bullseye. Take a good rest, I still have a lot of questions for you. As soon as he finished speaking, Bullseye felt a dull pain in the back of his neck, and he lost consciousness.