Meanwhile, on the other side of New York, Kilgrave is fleeing in panic. He looked at his surroundings all the time, looking more like a frightened bird, and every movement around him made him jump in fright.

He couldn't be blamed for being too timid, and if anyone had been through what had happened in the last twenty minutes as he did, they wouldn't have fared much better.

The street lights overhead would fall without warning, and cars on the road would rush towards him for no apparent reason. A flower pot on a balcony was blown down by the evening breeze and brushed by him less than three centimeters from his head, shattering into pieces on the ground. One of the tiles flew directly towards his face, cutting a deep wound on his forehead that was visible to the bone.

What's even more nonsense is that just now he stepped on a banana peel and fell hard. After he scrambled to his feet again, his chest began to ache with every movement of his body, apparently causing no minor internal injuries.

For Kilgrave, it's like a bad joke. With his strength enough to shatter a boulder with brute force, he would be injured like this if he fell?

Someone or something must be chasing him in the shadows, constantly manipulating this 'attack' one after another! The terrifying aura like a demon god that he had just been exposed to couldn't help but resurface in his mind again, and he subconsciously shuddered.

Thinking of this, Kilgrave couldn't help but grit his teeth. The growing panic in his heart mixed with the fear of the unknown and rushed out with his roar.

"Who are you!?" His voice echoed through the silent alley. "Are you a coward who dares to hide your head and show your tail? Do you dare to come out and stand across from me? ”

However, all that answered him was a howling night wind, which blew away a few fallen leaves on the ground.

The courage that had been so hard to ignite just now was extinguished again. Kilgrave shuddered and continued to walk forward. Now he doesn't know what to do or which direction to go. But he knew very well that as long as he stayed where he was, the endless 'accidents' would definitely kill him.

Damn it, damn it! Kilgrave continued to swear in his mouth, but he never dared to yell again. He tightened his coat and strode forward.

At this moment, the street lamp in front of him suddenly dimmed.

Kilgrave's vigilance suddenly rose to the top, and he immediately looked up and looked warily above him. According to his experience, most of this 'accidental' attack comes from falling objects from high altitudes.

Unfortunately, this time he should have been in the wrong direction. His right foot stepped on the manhole cover of a sewer entrance, and the manhole cover, which was made of steel, was reduced to pieces at that moment.

"Poof!"

Kilgrave was unbalanced, and planted headlong towards the well. In the blink of an eye, the mischievous creature had disappeared into the complicated and filthy sewers of New York.

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Matt woke up from his coma, and this time he felt his head swell and ache in addition to his limbs. But after just a dozen seconds, all these symptoms have completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Matt bounced to his feet and moved his limbs slightly. The body feels that everything is normal, and this normality is the biggest abnormality. He could have been in shock twice because of the venom. No matter what type of toxin it is, it is certainly enough to cause irreparable damage to the body.

However, he was unharmed.

This doubt can only be left behind him for the time being. Erica's safety undoubtedly worries him more than his own situation. Although he didn't quite understand the conversation between the two at that time, the words 'snake species' and 'contract' still gave him a vague sense of foreboding.

Elektra... It's for yourself...

Frustration and powerlessness pierced his heart like a spike. His steps subconsciously moved forward, and after walking less than a hundred steps, he found himself in front of the hotel again. He subconsciously took a step back, hiding his form back into the shadows.

However, he soon discovered that there was no need for such a move. In his perception, the top three floors of the hotel were already silent, and the people inside had already left. As for tracking, he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but since the other party already knew his tracking methods, there was naturally no reason not to take some targeted measures.

It was too late.

Matt clenched his fists tightly until a drop of blood was left in his palm.

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In the North Side of New York, a sewer manhole cover was slammed open, and seconds later, Kilgrave, covered in dirt, crawled out of it. At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed. The original coat had been torn to shreds, and a shard of glass had pierced into his lower abdomen. There had been quite a bit of filth into the bleeding wound, causing it to almost certainly become infected.

Even more horrific was the wound on his face. The horrific wound, at least an inch deep, stretched from his left cheek to his nose, nearly severing his entire nose. If it weren't for his quick reaction at the time, his head would have been split in two.

After so many brushes away from death, Kilgrave felt a little safer. The reason is simple: his abilities have begun to gradually return to a usable state. After such a long time, the mental weakness has improved a lot, and the abilities that are as familiar as my limbs are also being able to be manipulated.

Now he is still far from his heyday, and it is uncertain whether he can control a third of the number of people he was able to control. Even so, self-confidence returned to Kilgrave again.

As long as he has his own abilities, he is the god of those ordinary people!

The immediate priority now is to add a few slaves that he can drive. His injuries are not minor and will likely continue to deteriorate without the help of others.

At this moment, a bar suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

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Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children, the over-named bar welcomed an unusual guest tonight.

The door of the bar was slammed open by the man, and the cold wind of the night was brought in, blowing away the lively atmosphere in the bar a little.

"Hey, you bastard! If you're not brain-dead, close the door! A middle-aged man sitting near the door couldn't help but curse, but a sudden stench made him regret why he opened his mouth. It was as if the smell of rotten eggs and mold had made his throat twitch twice in a row, almost throwing it up.

"I'm sorry, friend, but we can't serve you." The weasel, who was wiping his cup behind the counter just now, had already come out. "While I don't usually discriminate against people because of their strange sexual fetishes, not everyone likes to drink with."

"And Adu!" He turned and roared behind him, and a strong man who was taking advantage of the opportunity to secretly pour himself a glass of wine couldn't help but stiffen. "I'll put that glass of wine on your account."

Although he still looked frivolous, the weasel had already raised his vigilance to the highest level, and his hand did not move to hold the pistol hidden in his coat. Although the man in front of him didn't look as good as the homeless man on the street, he also clearly understood the skills of his two security guards who were guarding the door outside.

If they let this guy in, then they're likely...

The weasel suddenly felt a pain in his heart. I'm afraid that the aftermath of this matter will have to be filled with at least two months' profits, which can be regarded as a hemorrhage.

"Next, you will follow my orders." Kilgrave spoke hoarsely, and the drinkers around him burst into laughter, and sarcasm flew into the air.

"This guy is mentally ill, isn't he?"

"No, no, it's definitely a drug, look at him like that!"

Unlike the other customers, the weasel, who did not despise the person in front of him in the slightest, drew his pistol and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the uninvited guest in front of him. However, before he could pull the trigger, he was horrified to find that his arm was out of his control.

The reaction of the other drinkers was similar to his, and the fear of not being able to move for a moment was clearly expressed on their faces, and they were usually extremely fierce but could not do anything at this time.

"Good, good, recovery faster than I expected." Kilgrave smirked. He glanced at the crowd in the bar, his gaze pausing for a moment on their guns.

"It's good to have the protection of these guys. Even if that monster catches up, he has a bit of self-preservation. He nodded, motioning for someone next to him to hold him. Another person also got into the bar counter and took out some equipment to clean the wound from the first aid kit inside.

Very good, heal the wound first, and then go to the little monster for revenge. I already know what he looks like, and the difficulty of digging out other information about the Red Mask will naturally be greatly reduced.

Just as Kilgrave was about to fall into deep thought, an abrupt voice interrupted his train of thought.

The door to the bar toilet was pushed open, and the sound of flushing water coming from the toilet came through the crack in the door. A handsome man in a Hawaiian T-shirt and shorts walks out of the toilet.

"Yo, weasel, your toilet is so dirty. I used your toothbrush to brush the toilet seat for you. ”

With that done, Wade. Wilson noticed the silence in the bar, and the stranger standing in front of him.

"Fuck, weasel, do you still have a toothbrush? This guy's situation is much more serious than your toilet seat. ”

Is there another fish that slipped through the net? Kilgrave frowned. It seems that it really takes some time for his ability to recover, and his perception ability has been weakened to such an extent.

But it doesn't matter, it's just an ant that you can control at will.

Kilgrave's mental power left his body in an instant, forcibly burrowing into Wade's brain. Kilgrave gave a hitch and focused his attention on the medical equipment at his side.

"You, go and pour me a glass of water." Kilgrave casually gave his own orders to his newest minions. To his surprise, however, the man did not follow his instructions, but stood still, looking at himself with a caring look for the mentally retarded.

"Mentally ill people should stay in the hospital obediently, what are they doing when they come out and scare people?" Wade shrugged, raised his pistol, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger on Kilgrave.

Blazing bullets burrowed through the wound in Kilgrave's nose and through his brain. Until the very end of his life, Kilgrave still didn't understand why his abilities were failing.

Wade covered his nose and kicked Kilgrave's bloodied corpse, a look of disgust on his face. And when he noticed the drinking friends around him who had all fainted, his smile suddenly became proud.

"I told you! Lao Tzu is the best man here! ”