On the other side of Manhattan, Matt has his sights on his target. Although the other party had been evacuated from his previous position in the brief delay just now, for Matt, this was not a problem at all.

It took him two minutes to get to the roof of the people who had killed Jin He just now, and easily found the trace of aura that had not completely dissipated. Blood and gunsmoke, two that he had smelled too many times tonight.

"Erica, may God bless your peace."

After determining the direction in which the group was leaving. Matt stroked the cross on his chest, said the prayer in his heart, and leaped from the top of the building.

Searching for the little bit of smell that has almost disappeared among the thousands of scents is difficult for even police dogs to do at such a speed in this situation. But Matt believed he could, and the icy air poured into him while his nose tried his best to find the breath that would take him to Arya.

It's in this direction!

Catching the lingering scent, Matt sped toward his goal, but uneasiness grew in his chest.

Are you sure it's going in this direction? Even if it's in this direction, should I really do it? Did Peter need his help? Can you really take Erica yourself?

What if, she did it voluntarily?

One uneasy thought after another came out of his own mind, constantly bombarding his conscience and moral bottom line. He knew that Peter was just a child, and that there was a natural danger in the face of Kilgrave's existence, not to mention the damage Kilgrave might cause if Peter failed.

And despite knowing all this, he still chose Erica. None of this was the same as the morals and worldview he had been instilled in his childhood, but he felt that he could not make any other choice.

With another leap in mid-air, the street behind the building appeared in front of him. And his target is in it, a black SUV is driving down the street at a speed that is not in a hurry, and the man with the steel arm is also in it. The slight noise of the arm moving was no less than thunder in Matt's sensitive ears.

And he naturally remembered this person and Luke just now. The battle between Cage. In all fairness, if he and this iron-armed man face each other, the odds of winning are probably no more than 30%. Not to mention that the man had a large number of heavily armed teammates around him, even though they had been defeated by Luke Brown. Cage's abilities are perfectly restrained, but he himself is not invulnerable.

"Unbeatable. Now I can only secretly follow and see if I can find any opportunities. Matt had already made a plan in his mind, and his body turned into a shadow in the night sky, closely following the tail of his target.

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What the hell is this!?

Kilgrave staggered back two steps as if struck by lightning, and then immediately fell to the ground on one unsteady foot, like mud.

The moment the Red Mask uttered those strange words, the spiritual connection between Kilgrave and him was torn to shreds by some terrifying force in that instant. And that power was not satisfied with this, and in the moment between the complete rupture of the spiritual connection, he opened his bloody mouth again, and tore off a full third of his spirit.

Emptiness, splitting headaches. These two diametrically opposed feelings kept colliding in his mind, and the waves set off seemed to burst his mind. The pain of being beaten by Peter just now was not at all the same level compared to now, as if the pain from the depths of his soul seemed to crush every cell in his own body.

And his god-like ability disappeared at this time. The feeling of being able to sense and control the people around him at all times had long since become a part of Kilgrave's body, and when the thing that was like his limbs was suddenly gone, all he felt was terrific fear.

"What did you do to me!" He roared at Peter, who was still motionless. Holding back the pain in his body and mind that made it difficult for him to even move, he took two steps forward and dug his hands towards Peter's throat.

This guy must have done the trick! Push him back to give his abilities back!

Kilgrave was already in a state of hysteria by this time. If he really lost his abilities, then what difference did he have from those humble ordinary people? He couldn't stand this, and he would never allow it to happen!

And the moment his hand touched Peter's neck, he suddenly hesitated and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

What if this kid is no longer out of his control?

No, his abilities are gone, he must have woken up and is looking for a chance to kill himself!

But... Why is he still motionless? Could it be that he is playing some other tricks?

Fearful and uneasy thoughts kept growing in Kilgrave's mind. In this dim light, Peter's face and figure began to become hideous and inhuman in his eyes. And an inexplicable sense of fear also lingered in his heart. At the moment when their spirits met, Kilgrave seemed to get a glimpse of something hidden in the depths of Peter's psyche.

It was the breath of the superior.

Just as he himself can dictate the lives and deaths of others at will, Kilgrave feels the same way. As long as that 'thing' wakes up, his life and death are also out of his control.

After being tortured by Kim and then deprived of his abilities by Peter, Kilgrave's self-confidence and courage have been crushed to their lowest point. At this point, he felt as if he was a baby thrown into the wild, without any ability to protect himself. Thinking back to the terrifying aura, Kilgrave's body couldn't help but start to tremble.

"You—" Although Peter in front of him was still motionless, Kilgrave, who had been frightened by his own brain, couldn't help but slowly retreat backwards.

Peter's demonic figure grew taller and taller in his eyes, and his steps staggered, but he subconsciously took this as a signal to flee. Dragging his already mangled body, Kilgrave staggered away step by step, not daring to look back even if he accidentally fell to the ground.

All this time, however, Peter remained motionless, standing there like a statue.