At this time, Peter and Matt had already infiltrated the fifth floor of the police station, and since the main power supply had been cut off by the police officers who had previously defended the area, only dim backup lights were now lit up on this floor. This didn't bother Matt, who didn't rely on his own eyesight, but Peter felt a little inconvenience.

When they first arrived at the scene, the battle inside the police station had just entered its most intense moment. By the time they had infiltrated the building in less than two minutes, the gunfire from the fourth floor had faded away.

There is no doubt that the battle, which was only two meters away from Peter, has come to an end.

Peter's eyes were almost sparkling, and he was about to rush downstairs, but Matt pulled his reckless companion back.

"Calm down! What exactly do you want to do? Matt said hurriedly. Although he lowered his voice, his tone was quite stern, but the concern in it could be heard by anyone. Of course he knew what Peter was thinking right now.

"There's no way you can do anything by rushing in now, you're just putting yourself in danger in vain." Matt persuaded softly, and Peter, who heard this, was obviously a little unconvinced.

"I can get rid of them! They were just a bunch of ordinary people, and I was able to resist Kilgrave's mind manipulation then, and I can now! Impatient, Peter began to struggle, but Matt firmly pressed him back.

"They're ordinary people in full armor!" Matt said word for word. "Even if you're strong enough to defeat them now, can you guarantee that there won't be casualties? Don't forget, they're just being controlled now, they're all innocent victims! ”

Peter finally quieted down a little, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke again.

"And what do you have to do?" Peter asked Matt, the expression under the mask looking a little hideous under the inner struggle.

'We've got to get Kilgrave under control, he's arguably at the heart of it all.' Matt calmly analyzed. "As long as he's alive, we'll have to be distracted to deal with his abilities. And Kim can also use him to expand the number of his subordinates at any time. What's more, as long as we can get rid of him, those who are controlled will be our help! ”

"But we don't have to be stunned—" Peter looked a little unsure, but Matt interrupted him without hesitation.

"I don't mean stunning." He said in a categorical tone, with a little more emotion in his tone that seemed strange to Peter. "When necessary, we must be responsible for the lives of others."

"But—" Peter said hesitantly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Actually, you made this decision a long time ago, but you didn't want me to do the same, didn't you?" Matt said indifferently. Of course, he knew that the young man next to him was no longer so resistant to taking the lives of others. Whatever the reason, after killing the first person, it becomes easier to take the life of the second and third people.

Hearing Matt's words, Peter subconsciously touched the scabbard pinned to his waist. The purpose of bringing the knife is naturally for the moment when it is unsheathed, and at that time it is probably already a difficult thing to do without blood.

"Be careful, hide yourself, someone has already come up." Matt snapped out as he took a step backwards, his figure blending into the shadows. And at that moment, Peter heard the footsteps coming upstairs.

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"Director Stacy, are you sober a little?"

Awakened from a brief coma, George opened his eyes, and the familiar face that he had only seen in the photograph appeared in front of his eyes. A masked man stood beside him, seemingly the one with mind control abilities. He tried to get to his feet, but was denied the idea by the sound of a gun loading in the back of his head.

"How? Can we talk about it now? Kim asked unhurriedly, and George didn't answer his words. He bit his chapped lip and glanced around him, his heart instantly falling to the bottom.

Bodies left behind in the shootout could be seen everywhere, and those who had lost the ability to fight back due to injuries or fear were removed from their gas masks one by one and became part of Kimna's 'army'.

When George saw a policeman walking behind King, his face changed completely. The policeman he knew, his name was Louie, and he was a newcomer he had picked up with his own hands. And he, who usually wore a smile all the time, was gray and expressionless at this time. He was shot three times in the body, two of which hit him in the leg. And now he is sweeping through the survivors of this level under the control of Jin Ji, not paying any attention to the bleeding wounds on his body.

"Treat his wounds, and let those who were injured just now take care of their own injuries! I beg you, they're all going to die if they go on like this! Frail George began to plead with the culprit who had caused all this, but to his surprise, Kim simply sneered and shook his head.

"No, Director. I am not obligated to, and I do not want to. "Kim still retains his strange elegance." You know why? Quite simply, everyone is responsible for their own actions. Mistakes come at a cost. ”

Saying this, Jin He paused slightly, enjoyed the expression on George's face at this time, and then continued.

"It's all your fault, Lord Chief. Misestimating the situation, you scattered all those valuable police forces and left the headquarters wide open, which was your first mistake. When you realize that I am not something that you recruits who have only spent time in the training ground can resist, you still choose to fight with brute force until the last moment, which is your second mistake. I don't understand, didn't you really think about the consequences when you decided to fight to the death? ”

"You... You—" George, grim-faced, squeezed the words out between his teeth, but Kim quickly interrupted. He held out his hand and slapped George's face twice with contempt. And the strength of Jin He's hand was not a joke, although he didn't use force, but George's face instantly had an extra red mark.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me? Kim's tone had spread throughout the taunt. Do you really think you're not making a mistake? Do you really think that you didn't cause all this? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, just over two months ago, you were a captain, right? Have you forgotten how you got to power? ”

Jin Ji's speed of speech became faster and faster, and his expression became more and more excited. "You may think I've ruined everything for you, but how can this compare to the loss you have caused me! More than 20 years of hard work, more than 20 years of hard work are ruined in the hands of you, a guy who doesn't know the times! Every step you take is stepping on my loss! And you actually dared to send Lao Tzu's assistant to a federal prison, who gave you the guts!? ”

Kim's last few words had almost turned into a rant. In the midst of this rage, Jin Ji's palm grabbed George's neck, and his fingers began to tighten. George, who was pinched and his eyes were white, tried hard to pull off Jin Ji's palms, but the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. His breathing became more and more difficult, and his hands became weak.

And at the last moment, Kim let go of his hand. Precious air poured back into George's chest, and he clutched his already bruised neck and gasped. It took more than ten seconds for Jin to adjust his mood, and he took a few deep breaths before suppressing his nameless anger.

"So, Lord Chief, accept this fact. Everything that is in front of you is caused by your actions. But let's talk about the more important ones. ”

Kim didn't want to continue on the topic just now, and he didn't spend all this precious time to vent his anger on the new director.

"How much do you know about Red Mask?"