As soon as the door opened, a chain met Peter's face. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Peter sighed, turned his head, and easily dodged the weak blow. He reached out and grabbed the chain, and with a slight tug, the weak Mary threw herself into his arms.

I didn't see her for two days, and she had obviously lost a lot of weight. Her yellow face and chapped lips indicate that she hadn't eaten or drunk anything in the past two days. She still had a few bruises on her face and a wound on her forehead that had been cut open by some sharp weapon. Even though it was much better than he had imagined, Peter felt a burning anger rise from the bottom of his heart.

"Be quiet, I'm here to save you." Peter whispered. "Wake up your watch... Companions, let's get out of here quickly. ”

Mary broke free and took two steps back, looking defensively and suspiciously.

A gunshot rang out not far from them, and Mary screamed, but covered her mouth just in time. Didn't attract much attention. Although I had been listening to the gunfire for more than ten minutes just now, it was obviously a lot louder this time.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time." Peter urged again. Mary hesitated for a moment before she hurriedly ran back to try to wake Susan awake. For some reason, the blood-stained man in front of her with a red mask gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity and trust.

It took a little more to wake up Susan. As someone who was closer to Joe, she was naturally tortured a little more. There were multiple scars and bruises on his abdomen and back, and his right eye socket was punched, and his entire eye was swollen. What was even more shocking was that her entire left ear had been neatly cut off, and the wound had only been bandaged slightly.

There was no doubt that her severed ear must have been inside some envelope, sent to Joe as a threat.

Years of erosive life have already made her body completely weak. After a severe beating this morning, she fell into this state of constant fluctuation between coma and consciousness like a high fever. I kept muttering things that no one could understand.

There was not a single doctor among the Russians, their profession was murder, and it was not really clear what the captives were going to do with them. After just muttering that the woman was not beaten at all, Susan was thrown aside, and the suppuration of the wound on her back was not noticed. If there is no formal treatment in the next few days, she will probably die directly from her injuries.

Peter stepped forward and pressed his palm to her forehead. Mary was about to push him away, but after thinking about it for a moment, she didn't.

The Force: Healing

Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to be as relaxed and peaceful as possible. The fickle Force was mild by the transformation of his mental power, and it was fed into Susan's body through the palm of his hand. Like clear water poured into a parched earth, Peter's Force was quickly absorbed into Susan's body, and her body, which was close to running out of oil, was rejuvenated.

Susan opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a red mask stained with blood. She exclaimed in small exclamation and hurriedly backed away. And Mary took her into her arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of cousin. He's here to get us out. Mary whispered softly in her ear, as if she were coaxing a child. After a while, the horror on Susan's face faded and she began to look around.

"Water," she whispered.

Mary wanted to say something, but Peter cut in.

"I'm sorry, we can't afford to waste any more time here." Peter glanced around and spoke. "We have to go now, or we won't be able to leave. You follow me, and you will come after I give you news. ”

"What about the others?" Mary looked at the two men still lying in the humble prison.

"There's no way I can bring two more burdens." As soon as he finished speaking, Peter seemed to hear something. Suddenly plunged into the darkness. A moment later, the sound of fierce snorts and fights continued from not far away. It was a dozen seconds before he walked back, with an extra scratch on the coat above his right chest.

"Hurry up, we're going to be too late. You hold her, and I'll make the way for you. ”

Mary nodded, and helped Susan to her feet.

"I repeat. Follow me, thumbs down to keep you where you are, thumbs up to keep you in place, thumbs up to keep you up quickly, understand? Peter said again patiently. He is not 100% sure of the next action, and he doesn't want the two people in front of him to die just because of a communication mistake.

Mary nodded again.

An explosion rang out from not far away, presumably one of the Moretti family's killers using one of their few grenades. This kind of pure lethality is not easy to get hold of in the United States, which is full of arms. Peter's sense of principle clearly told him that two more lives had disappeared in the battle tonight. Maybe it was because of the numbness, but he didn't feel anything this time.

Just get the two people behind you to safety, and then get home and take a hot bath.

Peter gave the order to leave Mary where she was, and he rushed out again by himself, knocking out the Russian around the corner with a single punch. The sense of warning in his mind jumped, and one of the Moretti killers had used his infrared night vision goggles to lock on to Peter, who was still unaware of friend and foe. And when Peter began to move at high speed in his direction, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

When Peter, who possessed the ability to foresee, was in such an environment with enough obstacles, he could keep himself safe fairly easily unless more than ten people were shooting at him at the same time.

Accelerating suddenly, Peter leaped to his feet, allowing all the bullets to fall behind him. In mid-air, he slammed into a nearby pillar, dodging several bullets that passed by him again, and managed to dodge the killer's sight.

These two sudden changes of direction caused all of Moriti's killer's bullets to be missed, and Peter was already less than five meters in front of him. The Moriti killer gritted his teeth, discarded the submachine gun that had been loaded in his hand, and pulled out the spare pistol from his arms.

"Well, it's obviously a camp." Shaking his head and sighing, Peter rushed forward like lightning, snatched his pistol, and punched him in the stomach. Peter raised his pistol and fired a shot into the darkness in front of him. A cry of pain came from there.

Peter didn't like guns, but he was forced to do so. If he hadn't shot and broken the man's hand at that moment, the killer in front of him would have been shot through the heart by the man.

There are also smart people on the side of the Russian gangsters, who have ripped night vision gear from the bodies of dead killers and used them to kill their former master's companions. The short-lived advantage that the Moretti family had just gained was once again erased.

If you count the one in front of you, there are still four people left.

"Lao Tzu has two hard and black men!"

Well, counting that guy, there are five of them.

Peter placed his hand on the chin of the man who had fallen in front of him, forcing him to stare into his eyes. The spiritual power in his mind violently stirred, and a steady stream of Force input entered this person's mind. The moment the control was completed, Peter took two steps back and suddenly took a few breaths, and in just a short moment, the little mental power he had left was almost exhausted. After a while, the man who had fallen to the ground stood up again, his eyes blank.

"Hold on here, and retreat through the back door in five minutes." Peter gave orders to his new puppet.

"Understood!" He raised his weapon and returned to his previous position. Peter felt a little more pity in his heart.

This person shouldn't be alive tonight.

Quickly rushing back to Mary, Peter gave the signal to move on. At that moment, another gunshot rang out not far away, and Peter felt a tingling in his mind, and the invisible link between him and the puppet had been severed.

Peter quietly lifted his mask and wiped away the nosebleed he had just shed.

There was less than fifteen meters from them to the back door. And on this road, they have no obstacles. Peter motioned again to Mary to hurry up, and Mary realized the urgency of the situation and struggled to speed up her pace. But her body was already too weak, and it only took a few steps before slowing down again.

Without saying a word, Peter took Susan from Mary's shoulder and carried her on his own. For some reason, Mary felt a sense of loss in her heart, but she quickly followed.

The gate was in front of him, and the warning in Peter's mind rang wildly again.

A bullet would shoot from a chamber at the other end of the warehouse, screaming in the air for less than half a second before piercing Susan's body on his back and burying it in his heart.

Peter's brain was running wildly. As long as he squats down and dodges to the right, that should do...

And just then, the shots rang out.

Peter's speed was no match for a bullet that had already been discharged, and all he could do now was move Susan's vital point a little.

The bullet grazed Susan's armpit, leaving a piece of oilskin and piercing Peter's right shoulder.

Well, it doesn't seem that bad. Peter only felt a hot sensation in his shoulder, but not the pain he had imagined. Seems to be bearable.

He slammed the back door open, shoving Mary out. At the same time, the gunman pulled the trigger again.

Peter jerked his head back, his left hand aimed at the gunman in the darkness like an eagle's talon, and the last of the Force in his mind was compressed to the limit, piercing like a needle.

The trajectory of the bullet still in the chamber paused for an eerie second. And in just this second, the pressure in the chamber of the gun has suddenly increased beyond the so-called safety index, and the entire chamber has been blown into fragments flying all over the sky. The gunman howled, a shard of steel more than an inch long embedded in his face.

Peter staggered out the back door with Susan on his back. Bursts of fatigue from the exhaustion of his mental power kept coming, and at this moment, the hot feeling on his right shoulder suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a pain that drilled into his bones.

Peter snorted and fell.