A numb sensation crept over from where Kilgrave had been hit in the shoulder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In the next moment, Luke's body began to tremble. His eyes kept shifting between fury and clarity, and his hand was on his head, as if he was in great pain.

"Give me—" Luke gritted his teeth and spat out the angry words word by word. Get out of my head. ”

Kilgrave's grip on him was gradually failing, and Kilgrave himself understood it. But what he doesn't understand is why this mysterious enemy knows his only weakness. He quickly pulled out the syringe that had been inserted into his body, tossed it aside, and pulled out a knife. He gritted his teeth, slashed the knife across his arm, and spilled all the blood that sprayed on Luke's body.

A purple phantom burst out of the darkness, and the long knife in her hand turned into a cold light and slashed at Kilgrave's head. The knife was blocked by Luke with his arm. Even though his sanity began to regain consciousness, his body was still faithful to the important duties that Kilgrave had given him.

The long knife, which was sharp enough to cut through a stake more than thirty centimeters in diameter with the right technique, left only a white mark on Luke's arm. Luke's counter-punch was easily dodged by her, and then a backhand slashed at Luke's body, still to no avail.

The same problems that Peter and Matt had had before resurfaced, and she didn't have any way to hurt Luke directly.

She took two quick steps back, and a light shone in from the window. That's when Peter saw the intruder.

Purple Eyes, the woman who gave Peter a valuable battle suit, appeared here at this time. And today, instead of her usual short purple skirt that frames her figure, she wears a leotard and a gas mask on her face. Looking at her dress, Peter seemed to suddenly understand something.

At this moment, Luke seemed to be stimulated by something, and instead of chasing the intruder who had distanced himself, he began to destroy his surroundings continuously. His fists slammed into the ground, creating a small crater with a diameter of nearly one, and the shards of wood and cement rained down on the other three people present. Even Kilgrave had to take a few steps back, fearing that his attack would spill over him.

Thrown aside by Luke, he barely managed to get up, and the next moment he was kicked away by Purple Eye. The force of the kick that landed on him was unexpectedly soft, barely causing him any more damage, and the force on it was enough to send him to the safety of four meters away, avoiding Luke who was in a berserk state. Cage.

"Speed out of here." Purple Eyes said indifferently, not even looking at Peter.

"But my friend—" Peter was a little unwilling, he had been the savior for so long, and now he was the one who was saved. They're all hard to protect themselves now, aren't they? Please, can you help my friend. ”

"I'm sorry, that's your own problem, please solve it yourself. Of course, it seems a little difficult for you to do this now. Looking at Peter's almost crippled appearance, there was a hint of disdain in the crisp tone of the purple eyes. I'm giving you a chance now, so let's run for your life. ”

Peter gritted his teeth, nodded, and turned and ran towards the door of the bar, and due to his lack of strength, he stumbled at the first step and almost fell to the ground. Purple Eyes is right, he's just a burden here. Thinking of this, Peter's mind went blank. By the time he had reacted, he had already escaped the tavern door.

Thankfully, neither Kilgrave nor Luke had time to pay attention to Peter, and their attention was already on this new enemy.

"Do you think Lao Tzu will be subdued so easily?" Kilgrave has completely lost the mild-mannered elegance he used to have. The massive loss of blood had made his complexion a little pale, and there was a look of madness in his eyes. "You're wrong! Although the anesthetic can reduce my Fairmont production, my control is still effective as long as my blood is in the air. ”

And Luke's reaction confirmed his words. His rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and his eyes returned to the silence and blankness they had before. Kilgrave took two steps back and stood behind him.

"How? Do you still want to kill me? Kilgrave laughed twice, his bloodshot eyes full of pride. Biochemical isolation gown, anesthetic. You've done a lot of research on me. What do you think? Even if you make so much preparation, you still can't kill me! ”

Purple Eyes was silent for a moment, then chuckled before answering. Although her voice was a little muffled through the gas mask, everyone present could clearly hear the smug and relaxed tone in her tone.

"To be honest, my goal was not to kill you in the first place." She smiled, two more military grenades in each of her hands. "But I have to say, you've really given me a great opportunity."

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A loud bang came from the bar behind Peter. He looked back in amazement, only to find that the building, which had been tormented tonight, had finally been overwhelmed and had collapsed in a massive explosion. The power of the explosion was so great that Peter, who had already run more than thirty meters away, still felt the oncoming heat.

"Matt... Matt is still in there! He wanted to turn around, he wanted to go back and find out, but he couldn't move his steps.

In his Force perception, there were five more human beings in the burning structure. Two of the life reactions on the second floor made their way to the roof in the next moment, leaving at an alarming rate. Of the remaining three, two of them had a rather weak life reaction. And if Peter remembers correctly, the approximate location of one of the life reactions was where Matt was shot away.

"He's alive," Peter muttered. He tried to clench his fists, but found that he couldn't even do this simple action. Half of his body seemed to be burned by flames, and every second there were countless painful nerves transmitting painful messages to his brain.

What can I do in this state? Even if you have the power of your heyday, what can you do?

But Matt is now responsible for this result. Even if you fight for your own life, you have to save him!

But... Fighting for his life, can he really be rescued? Wouldn't it be another time to recklessly rush back again?

Peter's mind was constantly torn between two sides, and neither side had the upper hand. Which is the more rational choice is quite obvious. But is a more sensible, logical choice the right one? Peter was a little confused.

Before he knew it, Peter had taken two steps towards the still burning tavern, and seemed to have made his choice. And in the next moment, his movements stopped, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"New York Police! Raise your hands for me and get on your knees. ”

A somewhat familiar voice rang out from behind Peter. Peter's body stiffened, and in the next moment, a clear sound of a bullet loading came from less than a meter behind Peter.

"I advise you to do as it is. Your name is already on the list of potential terrorists. If I shoot you right now, I might be able to raise my salary a bit. "George. Stacy's tone was probably colder than the glaciers of the Arctic. Peter smiled wryly.

"Officer, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult for me to raise my hand."

Peter's words were clearly not the right answer. George kicked Peter, who was already weakened, to the ground, and then aimed his pistol at Peter's head.

"Now, let's see who you really are, Mr. Red Mask."