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I am afraid that the wound on my body will lie in the hospital for ten days and half a month, and I will not be able to get out of bed, and the gunshot wound on my shoulder is still faintly oozing blood, but I can still hold on and keep walking.

There was no cash on him, no credit cards, and blood on his body. Peter's plan to hail a taxi home has been frustrated before it even starts. Luckily, the docklands are just over half an hour away from Peter's house, and he should be able to make it through.

Of course, it's approaching the wee hours of the morning, and it's not the weekend, and there are almost no pedestrians on the road. But just in case, Peter deliberately soiled himself a little bit by getting some dirt to make the blood stains and wounds on his body more unrecognizable.

In a metropolis like New York, no matter how late it is, there will always be a lot of anger. There are always a few windows in the buildings on both sides of the road that are lit, and the sounds of talking, television, and quarrels come from these windows, forming a kind of alternative music. There are always a few nightclubs on every street, and thousands of high-ranking men and women will spend a night of passion and absurdity with alcohol in these bars and nightclubs.

Ten minutes later, Peter finally met pedestrians on the road, they were walking across the street, looking like a middle-aged couple. The woman was wearing a rather simple dress, while the man was wearing a suit that didn't look like it was well maintained.

They seemed to have just come out of some bar, talking and laughing all the way, and seemed to have had a pretty good night. But they soon noticed Peter across the street and began to whisper to each other. Peter didn't deliberately eavesdrop on their conversations, capturing only a few bits and pieces.

"Look... He... No? ”

“… Wretched... What do you think? ”

Hearing what they seemed to be discussing themselves, Peter glanced back at them, and the two looked at him with the same worried eyes. Peter felt a pang of weakness and turned his head to quicken his pace.

"Excuse me, friend, can you wait?" The middle-aged man shouted, and also trotted after Peter.

Sensing no malice, Peter slowed his pace and walked into the shadows before turning to look at it suspiciously.

Running all the way to Peter, the man gasped slightly. Seeing Peter's rather young face, his eyes immediately widened, and he looked quite surprised. "Son, do you have a place to spend the night tonight?" He tried to make his tone softer.

Peter was a little confused, he pointed in the direction of home, and nodded.

The man's brow furrowed even more, and the woman who came later whispered something in his ear, and the man nodded. Of course, under Peter's perception, he also heard what she said.

"Sixty-eighth Street, a homeless shelter."

Peter suddenly felt a little crying and laughing. I looked at myself, my tattered coat and pants were still covered in dust. To be honest, it's a bit similar to a homeless man.

The man hesitated, took his wallet out of his pocket, pulled out two hundred-dollar bills, and then took out a pen and paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to Peter along with the money.

"Let's buy something to eat, and then change into a set of clothes. Here's my mobile phone number, give me a call if you really need any help. ”

Peter hurriedly tried to refuse the offer, but the man's attitude was quite firm. After a few minutes, Peter could only smile wryly as he shoved the money and the note into his pocket, and watched the middle-aged couple leave with a wry smile.

Although a little dazed and crying and laughing. But I don't know what's going on, Peter always feels warm in his heart.

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After a long journey, Peter finally returned to his home.

I don't know where the stun stick was thrown at the last moment, and the bike itself was parked not far from the warehouse. I can't get either of these things back.

And the results were undoubtedly brilliant, and both Mary and Susan were rescued. Although Peter was reluctant to give the two of them to Joe, he had to admit that Joe was the one who could give them enough protection at this time.

After the limelight has passed for a while, they should be safe. It was not too late to let Mary and Jo break off their relationship.

Pushing open the door, the warmth of home instantly enveloped Peter, who was already exhausted. After tossing his mask aside, Peter lay down on the carpet and stretched.

Sure enough, it's still good at home. A sense of happiness and excitement filled Peter's brain.

I single-handedly turned the whole battlefield around tonight. And in the face of three heavily armed enemies, he was still able to stay out of the wind at all. As long as you are a little more powerful, won't you be able to beat the invincible opponents all over the world?

There was the sound of footsteps upstairs, and a door from upstairs opened.

It seems that the movement of himself entering the door just now disturbed Uncle Ben and Aunt May. After a while, Aunt Mei walked down the stairs with an anxious face. Peter directly reached out his left hand and infiltrated the Force into Aunt May's brain. Her expression quickly calmed down, and she returned upstairs without saying a word. It was half a minute before Peter reluctantly got up from the ground.

Damn, there's blood on the carpet. It was only after Peter got up that he discovered this little problem, but it was quickly forgotten by Peter.

With some difficulty picking up the mask on the ground, Peter slowly climbed the stairs upstairs. And before he could climb halfway, the upstairs door opened again, and this time it was Uncle Ben who came down.

Three seconds later, Uncle Ben didn't say a word, and went upstairs to sleep.

Hypnosis is not an easy task, once again draining the few traces of force that the body has just recovered. Exhausted, Peter could only sit on the steps for a while, catch his breath and continue to climb up.

Just a dozen steps to climb, it feels even more difficult than climbing a mountain. When he finally entered his room, Peter was almost so excited that tears came out of his eyes.

He took off his tattered, bloodstained shirt and coat and put it in a garbage bag along with his mask. He took the time to go out in a few days and threw it directly at the garbage dump.

After a moment's hesitation, Peter took the mask out of the garbage bag.

Let's keep it as a souvenir.

Digging out some bandages and disinfectant from his cupboard, Peter made it to the mirror and began to treat his wounds.

Leave those few bruises on your body alone, and the Force's healing power will naturally resolve them. There were several not-so-deep cuts on his forehead and arms, and a piece of skin the size of a copper coin had been worn off from his knee. It looked quite scary, but Peter didn't know when the injury had been done. These small injuries are just a little bit of disinfectant. With a constant hissing of pain, these minor injuries were dealt with in a matter of minutes.

And the really serious wound on his body was the gunshot wound on his right shoulder. Peter turned on his laptop and began searching the Internet for information on how to deal with gunshot wounds.

"Hmm... The first is to examine the wound. Residual warheads... It's all pierced, and this one can be skipped. ”

"Broken arteries and veins? This should be the amount of bleeding just now... But now it seems that the amount of bleeding has decreased a lot. So I guess this is fine... Probably..."

"Fractured, it seems to be fine. Uh, I really don't know how to get this, so it should be no problem to skip it..."

"Next," Peter said, pulling out the roll of bandages and picking up his own art scissors. "It's just bandages."

Use tweezers to carefully remove the fabric that has been torn off the gunshot wound and apply some antiseptic solution around the wound. A sharp pain welled up, and Peter couldn't help but hiss.

Next, he cut off two pieces of good-sized hemostatic gauze and pressed them near the wound. The pressure on his hands was balanced, and Peter cut off a bandage, wrapped it around his shoulders twice, fixed the gauze, and tied a nice little bow.

After examining a few minor wounds on his back, the rough and amateur wound treatment came to an end. Of course, looking at the red gauze that had been dyed, Peter's injuries were still far from healing.

Tomorrow there must be an absence, and that's what Peter decided.

Tucking his mask into a drawer and changing into his pajamas, he slipped into his warm bed. When the excitement finally subsided, the tiredness came up like a tidal wave, and he soon fell asleep. And what dreams he had, only he knows.

Little did he know that this night would have a very special meaning for some people in this world.

Tonight, the two gangs in New York were defeated in what could be called a bitter battle. The glorious history of the Moretti family in New York for more than 100 years began to dim at this moment, and the seemingly unstoppable menacing momentum of the Russian gangsters was abrupt, and the already low cohesion was broken up a lot. And all this gives careerists the opportunity to insert their black hands into the chaos of New York.

And for many more, this is the first step for the brightest hero of the future, the 'Red Knight', to start his legendary superhero career.