"The fourth and fifth squads stepped forward immediately, and they must ensure the safety of the hostages first. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As the explosion sounded, George, who was still outside the cordon, immediately made the decision to raid. The armed police, who had been on standby on both sides, immediately dispatched after hearing the news and rushed towards the front and rear entrances of the bank.

"This bastard! What do you think of yourself? Superman? ”

Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, George cursed in his heart. Although he had never had much affection for the character of Red Mask, he had finally developed a hint of anger. In this kind of life-threatening situation, this street 'hero' who doesn't know what to do still chooses to rush forward without any strategy. The situation, which had been stable at first, immediately spiraled out of control, and the hostages were still inside the building.

If anything does go wrong, George vows to bring this dangerous man to justice, who doesn't care about his life.

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However, his judgment of Peter's strength and purpose was clearly a little wrong. He didn't think about it because he chose this time.

Peter, who entered the hall, took in everything in the hall in an instant, and a plan quickly appeared in his head.

Three tinfoil-wrapped Coke cans quickly came out of his hands and landed around the hostages in the middle of the hall. The bandits, who had not yet recovered from the flashbang effect just now, saw Peter doing this trick again, and immediately subconsciously closed their eyes and covered their ears. But the expected loud bang didn't happen. The three homemade 'grenades' did not explode when they hit the ground, but instead spat out a gray mist from several openings on its body. After only a few seconds, the hostages were concealed by a dense smoke screen, and the visibility of the room was greatly reduced.

Only in such a battlefield where the line of sight is obstructed, can one's advantages be brought into full play. Peter, who had already been through many battles, was naturally able to understand this.

Kenny, who was guarding the hostage, was out of luck.

The moment the smoke bomb explodes, Kenny, caught off guard, accidentally sucks in a large mouthful of fog. And these gases produced in Old Jimmy's warehouse in Peter's spare time are naturally not harmless to the human body. Kenny soon felt his lungs burn like flames, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh inside. Kenny coughed loudly, but the discomfort in his lungs didn't diminish in the slightest, and even more unfortunately, he accidentally inhaled a puff of smoke after the ventilation.

Kenny's mouth was already stinging with a hint of blood, and a tingling sensation came from his lungs. But the tingling sensation made him a little more comfortable. Now he wanted to dig out his lungs with his hands, so that he didn't have to endure this torture.

"Smoking is bad for your health, and you should listen to your doctor's advice."

Peter helped him solve the problem in advance, appearing behind him like a ghost in the fog, and a knife in the back of the neck knocked him unconscious. His falling body was grabbed by Peter by the collar and lifted. After two strokes from his waist, Peter pulled out a pistol. He first aimed in the direction of the gate and pulled the trigger four times in a row.

All four of these bullets hit the gate, which had been locked by the alarm system, interrupting both the upper and lower locks. The middle-aged woman who was leaning against the glass door screamed, and her body suddenly threw herself out of the door. When she reacted, she was overjoyed, and she crawled to the ground as best she could get away from this dangerous place. And the killers who had been distracted did not notice the hostage's escape for a while.

Peter reached the back of the three hostages, and with a stroke of the knife in his hand cut the rope that bound them. The trio suddenly saw Peter appear next to them and were about to scream, but Peter silenced them with a Force hint. At this moment, several bullets pierced through the fog and landed on the ground not far from them. Although no one was hurt, it seems that the robbers have begun to care less about the lives of the hostages.

Peter raised his pistol and fired two shots in quick succession at the place where the gunfire came. The first bullet hit the air, while the second shot sent a scream. Howard, who was firing his submachine gun, threw down his weapon in a scream, and two fingers were cut off from the palm of his right hand by the bullet.

"Running with my head down, I felt all the way from that direction to the pillars of the hall. To the right of the pillar is a circle of cabinets that will serve as your cover. Hide there until the gunfire stops and you come out. Peter whispered to the three hostages. And under his hints from the Force, they did not raise any objections, nor did they show any more panic, and fled very quickly in the direction he had pointed out.

In the next moment, Peter's face changed, and he lunged towards his right, a few bullets hitting where he had been. The smoke had cleared a little, and Peter's shots had completely revealed his location. After a few tumbles in a row, the bandits lost Peter's place again in the smoke.

"Damn it!" Stanley, who was on the sidelines, fired two shots blindly into the fog, and he was now starting to lose control of his emotions a little from nervousness and fear. "Boss? What should we do now? ”

"Don't worry, everything is planned." Alexei seemed to be somewhat calm about this, but looking at the way he gritted his teeth, he was obviously a little irritated.

"Plans, plans, there's no such thing in the plans." Stanley screams in horror, and the next moment, he is knocked to the ground by Kenny's body flying in front of him. In a panic, he didn't see what was happening, and poured all the bullets from his pistol directly into the body in his arms.

And when he calmed down, he realized the body, or the identity of the body.

"Oh my God, you killed Kenny, you bastard!" Ivan exclaimed, and at the same time, a red figure rushed out of the fog and slammed into him.

Peter punched his opponent in the face twice, causing him to take two steps back in a daze, his body shaky. Howard, who was lying on his stomach, struggled to his feet and tried to pick up the gun he had dropped. But Peter had already kicked him in the cheek. Ivan, who had recovered, roared twice and rushed towards Peter. But Peter, however, dodged his attack and landed right in front of him, punching Ivan hard in the lower abdomen.

Ivan's entire body bowed into the shape of a shrimp from the intense pain, and the acid and food in his stomach surged back into his esophagus and spurted out of his mouth from the impact of the punch. Under the mask, Peter raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle, please don't eat too much food before doing strenuous exercise, thank you for your cooperation!" As soon as the playful words came out, the gunshots came to mind. Peter rolled with his head down again, dodging the close-range strafing and burrowing under a chair next to the hall. Before Alexei could aim again, Peter's arms suddenly threw the chair on his head towards Alexei.

Alexei snorted coldly, and casually slapped the chair flying towards him with his strong arms, and the next moment his pupils suddenly contracted. Peter followed behind the chair and took advantage of the fact that he had opened the door wide and ran towards him.

A sharp pain that seeped into his soul came from Alexei's right arm, and the spasm of his muscles made the submachine gun fly out of his hand. Peter grabbed the collar of Alexei's body armor and took advantage of his small size to get through the armpit to Alexei's back. Peter's hands suddenly exerted force, Alexei was suddenly dragged backwards, and Peter also took this opportunity to put the electric stun baton in his hand to his neck and turned on the switch of electricity.

The pain was so intense that Alexei screamed. But unlike the enemies Peter had encountered before, Alexei was not just stunned. He roared and grabbed Peter's right hand holding the electric baton.

Suffered!

The thought flashed through Peter's mind, and the next moment, a force far greater than his own came from his arm. Peter's body flew out uncontrollably. Alexei threw Peter out of the air with an over-the-shoulder throw, and the destination was the wall next to him. If he really got hit this time, Peter probably wouldn't have ended much better.

However, in mid-air, a telekinetic force kicked in around Peter's body, causing his body to briefly stop in mid-air. This extra time allowed Peter to regain control of his body. Slightly changing the trajectory of his body, he kicked on the wall that should have been smashed, landed somersault, and looked at the strong man in front of him with a little vigilance. Just now, he almost paid the price for his carelessness.

And in the next moment, the real law enforcement officers finally entered. Two teams of police officers broke through the front and back doors of the bank, raised their pistols and pointed them at the two men who were still facing each other in the hall.