"Bang! Boom! ”

The wooden swords of the two men parted with a touch in the air, and a dull loud sound rang out as their weapons collided. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info As the swords intersected again, both sides took a step back to ease the force on their shoulders. The next moment, Matt raised his weapon high above his head, and slashed at Peter, who was covered with a black cloth over his eyes.

At this time, Peter, who should not be visible, turned his wrist, and the wooden sword in his hand just blocked the slash of Matt's wooden sword. A skill came from Matt's sword, causing Peter's weapon to deflect slightly, and he took a quick step to the side, closing the loophole created by this move, preventing Matt from pursuing again.

Aside from the black cloth in Peter's eyes, their training was not the same as their usual counter-moves.

The speed of both sides was suppressed to a fairly low level, and even most normal people had enough time to react to the attacks between them. And the moves of the two sides are not the same as the usual free play, they seem very formal, and they are not free from the restrictions of those formal moves and routines, which looks like the kendo performances on some TV shows. And the strength in the hands of the two of them did not decrease by half a point, and this can be easily seen from the dozen or so wooden swords that were broken in half piled up in the corners of the ring.

"Whew!" Peter snorted, and swung another sword at Matt, and after his blow was blocked, he quickly slashed his blow into a thorn and stabbed it into Matt's chest. A smile appeared on Matt's face, and with a flick of his wrist, the originally thick and strong wooden sword wrapped around Peter's sword like a poisonous snake under his force, and under his sudden thrust, the weapon in Peter's hand was immediately twisted away, and the tip of the wooden sword also hit Peter's previous sword-holding palm.

"Whew!" Taken aback, Peter took a step back and ripped off the black cloth that had been covering his eyes. A burning pain came from the place where he had been beaten towards his mind, and in a few moments, the red mark became a little purple. Matt's hit was really not light.

"Anyway, this is practice, didn't you say that you should start lightly?" Peter, hissing in pain, quickly rubbed his hands, and grumbling and grumbling began to spit out of his mouth continuously. "It's all said that this is just to exercise my weapon skills and prediction ability, why am I not happy if you let me let me? It's just my hand, if I get somewhere else..."

Peter glanced at the vital part of his crotch, and the pain of being hit in that place suddenly appeared in his imagination, and he couldn't help but shiver. And Matt in front of him looked innocent.

"How can you work on your skills without a little effort?" He put away his sword and sat down on the ground in front of Peter. "If all I'm using is those soft attacks, not only will the speed not challenge you too much, but you won't be able to learn the power and countermeasures of the various moves. For the sake of the rapid increase in strength, you better endure it a little. Anyway, this kind of small injury will be almost the same in forty or fifty minutes. ”

"It's true that this kind of injury heals quickly, but it still hurts." Peter gave Matt a blank look, and this scene was obviously not seen by Matt. His tone was still calm, unaware of Peter's silent grinning.

"Can you say that this training model was not proposed by you in the first place? Bear with me, you've made a lot of progress. You can do this in just two weeks, and your talent is amazing. ”

"I can play ten moves against you with 20% strength when I lose my vision. However, you can still suppress me with full strength without vision, which is not a level at all. ”

"Full strength?" Matt remembered Peter in Dark Force mode, and suddenly laughed dumbly. "I can't beat you at full strength. Besides, you're a little too anxious. I've been training for four years to get to where I am now, and you're still early. Be patient, at the rate of your progress now, I won't have much more to teach you in a year and a half at most. ”

After a moment of silence, Peter spoke slowly. A few streaks of dust floated between his fingers, dancing with his will. "But I don't know why... I always had a weird sense of urgency. And after going through so much, I've learned not to ignore these instincts of mine. If I don't raise my strength to a high level as soon as possible, I'm afraid that something very bad will happen. ”

"But that mindset will only make you grow more slowly." Matt pointed this out. "All you need to do now is keep exercising, you don't have a way to get stronger faster, and even if you do, they're often just pulling out the seedlings."

Peter nodded, Matt's words did make a lot of sense, and he had nothing to refute.

"Do you want to do it again?" He raised his wooden sword, and Matt laughed.

"Come again!"

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"George. Stacy..."Wesley reviewed the information in his hand again, and a rather strange expression appeared on his face. "It's really ghostly..."

"He's Red Mask?" The bullseye on the side sneered, took out a card from his waist, and played with it in his hand. "This middle-aged police uncle? I'd love to take revenge for the humiliation I received last time, but it's a bit different from the red mask I remembered. ”

"Although there is indeed a big difference in the height and voice of the two sides, if he really worked his identity, it is not impossible." Wesley said quietly. "Transfiguration is a lot more magical than you think. But what you're saying is true, the odds of him being Red Mask aren't high. ”

"But you think he has something to do with Redface?"

"He might know something." Wesley nodded. Even after he was excluded from the police, he still used his authority to do a lot of small things, some of which were related to the battle at the Hyatt Regency some time ago. Moreover, he still has a little friendship with the father and daughter. ”

"And the father and daughter worked with Red Mask, I see what you mean." Bullseye nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes.

"Even if it's just a coincidence, and he doesn't have anything to do with Red Mask, maybe we can still get the whereabouts of the father and daughter out of his mouth. As you know, the interception we arranged for them was completely out of nowhere. They are much more cautious than we think. Besides, even if Officer Stacy doesn't know anything about McCreadie's father and daughter, you can teach him how to behave. Those little gestures are harmless, but they are also quite annoying. ”

"Understood, I'll send his head to your office desk by the afternoon after tomorrow."

"No, don't kill him." Wesley shook his head. "He does have a good relationship with the people in the police department, and killing him rashly will only make it more difficult for us to infiltrate the police. It's not time for us to cover the sky in New York City. ”

"Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"From what we know, he has a very doted daughter—" Wesley pulled out a photograph from the document. In that photo, the blonde-haired Gwen is sitting on a bench in a park, smiling brightly at the camera.

"Maybe you can do something with this." Wesley slipped the document into Bullseye's hand and turned back to his seat. "I don't think you need much logistical assistance for such a simple thing, right? It's better to do it nicely, even though you've been working with your boss for a long time, but after so many failures, you need a good result, don't you? ”