The weasel's call was so strange that even Peter could easily see that something was wrong. The pen "Fun" www.biquge.info strange pleas, a stiff tone, and Peter's several temptations were ignored by the other party. In this case, Peter also thought that this was just a gathering of old friends, and that if he had been entrusted with an ordinary task, he would probably be the number one fool in the world. There is no doubt that this is a decoy, and the object is himself. Peter had no doubt that on the other side of the decoy, a huge trap awaited him.

But in a way, Peter couldn't just leave the weasel alone, because he clearly didn't betray himself. If he had really completely surrendered to the other party, he would naturally not use this way of speaking in a way that Peter could easily find out the truth of. Instead of doing this, the weasel gave him a lot of small reminders, and it seemed that he was in some kind of situation.

As a middleman with a lot of weight in the underworld of New York, a big reason why the weasel will fall into this kind of fate is Peter. Although I don't know why the other party chose to stand on his side, Peter can't just sit idly by. After all, even if Peter had been careful enough to hide his identity before, if the weasel really handed over all his information without any taboos, with the resources that the other party could use, it is very likely that Peter would need to consider preparing to run away now. And now, it seems, he has paid the price for it.

Since the weasel's situation was caused by Peter, Peter naturally couldn't just abandon the other party. So even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, Peter can only bite the bullet. And, after several successive battles, Peter's self-confidence rose again. With even a master like Bullseye in his hands, he felt that Fisk's side should have a hard time piecing together a lineup that could keep him.

Now he had forgotten about the existence of other superpowers, and he had selectively forgotten about the fiasco less than two months earlier. But this time he has Matt's backup, and now he is not what he was two months ago. In a sense, an enemy of that size didn't pose much of a threat to him anymore.

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The moment Peter, dressed in a gray hoodie and wearing that trademark red mask, arrived in front of the bar, he sensed that something was wrong. The guards who usually chased the drunks off the wrong way at the door were nowhere to be seen, and there was no commotion coming from inside the bar. While the soundproofing of the building is good, it is definitely not that good. Usually across the street, Peter could hear the noise coming from inside the door. And today... Only quiet.

Pushing open the door, melodious violin music came out from the loudspeaker above him. Peter raised his brow in surprise, this kind of music might be quite common in a formal hotel, but in this bar of the weasel? I'm afraid that within five minutes, the half-crazy mercenaries will grab the weasel by the collar and force him to change to another, more hilarious song.

A group of tattooed men beating each other to Schubert's melodious violin music is a tear-jerking scene.

And when Peter walked into the unusually dimly lit bar, it was empty, except for the weasel who was quietly wiping the table on the bar, and his movements seemed to be so forceful, as if he wanted to polish the wood, which had been soaked in alcohol for years, into a delicate pattern. The vigilance in Peter's heart had been raised to the highest, the principle perception was opened to the maximum, and his hand was also on the flashbang on his waist. As soon as something is wrong, he will immediately take action.

The weasel finally realized his presence, and he looked up and smiled at Peter. Peter almost took a step back. He had never seen a weasel so tired. His face had been thinned, making him look a little malnourished. And his two big dark circles also show that his recent sleep quality is not good.

"You're here." He said calmly, still in his usual flirtatious tone.

"Business isn't good at the bar today." Peter said warily, and he looked around. "What, can't you get a job now?"

"No, it should be said that the job received is too big." There seemed to be some weakness in the weasel's tone. "That's why I let all the irrelevant people go."

"Unrelated people? I've rarely heard you say that about those guys. Don't you always call them your children? ”

"But today was really different. They will only cause more trouble here. Let's not waste time, the client is still waiting for us upstairs. ”

"Customers? Wilson. Fisk? Peter sneered twice. Weasel, although I don't know what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd, I'm not so easy to deceive. I know you're probably in trouble right now, but as long as you don't stab me in the back, I'm sure I'll be able to get you out. ”

"Let's go meet the client upstairs first, we'd better not keep him waiting too long." The weasel was still mechanical, and now Peter noticed that something was wrong with his mental state. And just as he was about to say something, the phone rang at the bar. The weasel picked up the phone and handed it to Peter. "This customer wants to talk to you."

"Mr. Red Mask." A gentle, but hardly emotionless, voice came from the microphone. "Please come and talk about it, after all, the environment downstairs... There are so many things that need to be improved. ”

Peter felt his mind go into a trance for a moment, and by the time he came back to his senses, most of his previous vigilance had broken down. He nodded and agreed.

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Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children is a bar that is too bad to be bad. As for what exactly is bad, just one example can be seen. On more than one occasion, Peter feared that he would use too much force to collapse the long-standing building, which seemed to be in disrepair, when he closed the door.

However, when he walked up the stairs to the second floor, the whole scene changed.

Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling illuminate the beautifully renovated hallway, and the cream-colored walls on both sides of the corridor make it look more like a formal guesthouse. Smelling the paint that hadn't completely dried off, Peter turned his head to look at the weasel walking beside him, and blurted out the question in his heart.

"What's the matter, you're going to change careers and open a hotel? Don't you plan to do this kind of business? ”

"This is also a choice that has no choice, and we can only implement the customer's request."

"What about the spirit of directly letting customers go to **** before? Eaten by a hound? ”

"Sometimes, we can't help but make some changes." The weasel was rather passive in the face of Peter's questioning, and now Peter's attention was completely focused on the mysterious 'client' they were about to face, and he just said a casual word to end the brief conversation.

"But you're changing... It's just so weird. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, they came to the room of their destination. Peter pushed open the door and stepped inside, but the weasel did not follow him. He stood guard outside the door and quietly closed the door behind Peter.

There were two people in the room, and in the center of the room, a middle-aged man in a purple tuxedo and tie was sitting next to a table, with a glass of red wine and several plates of food in front of him. And in the shadow of the corner behind him, a middle-aged hundred, who was more than half a head taller than Peter, stood quietly. Motionless, he looked at Peter, who had just walked into the room.

"Mr. Red Mask, welcome, welcome. It was an honor to have dinner with the people's heroes of New York City who fought criminals. The man in purple laughed, and beckoned Peter to take his seat. For some reason, Peter always felt that behind the enthusiasm of this cigar was an empty indifference. However, he still unconsciously stepped forward and sat opposite the man in purple.

"My name is Zebdia. Kilgrave. Before we begin our discussion of today's topic, should you, in the sake of sincerity, also take off that ridiculous mask and discuss it openly and honestly? ”