Temporarily... Safe again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Peter gasped and sat down on his knees in the corner.

This is a newly found hiding spot for him, and for the past few minutes, he has been like a lost dog, constantly looking for the next suitable cover while avoiding the other party's sight. With his current state, I'm afraid it's a little troublesome for the previous person, and the current crowd of people searching on the roof has reached more than ten people.

While the other party is still quite cautious, it is not difficult to temporarily evade the other party's search. Even so, Peter could not see the way out. Now he still can't use the power of the Force, and there is no other feasible plan. And after all this time, another terrible thought rose from the depths of his mind.

If it... Just disappeared like that?

A sense of dread gripped Peter's heart. If you have completely lost this wonderful ability, if you have lost this golden road that can allow you to ascend to the sky and get out of mediocrity, can you accept it?

After losing his abilities, he was able to easily accept that he was just Peter. Parker, the fact that he was just a mundane high school student who couldn't have been more frequent?

Thinking of this in his heart, he felt a little unwilling. After tasting the power, Peter found himself completely unable to imagine what it would be like to lose it.

However, as time passed, when all his efforts did not return to the Force's response, Peter was almost in despair. At this moment, a shout came from thirty or forty meters behind him. There was a hint of joy in this familiar voice.

"There's no point in hiding, Red Mask. Although I must admit that you seem to be very talented in this area. Michael shouted, a smug look on his face. In his opinion, tonight's farce, which was far more troublesome than everyone had imagined, was finally coming to an end. "We're not supposed to be enemies, are we?"

Unmoved, Peter sat in his hiding place, trying to meditate again. For his enemies, he will not be impressed by a few words.

"If you had accepted the boss's kindness, things wouldn't have gotten as bad as they are now, would they?" Michael smiled and continued. He didn't expect the other party to show up just a few words. "However, the situation is not so bad now. Luckily, you're sane and don't have a big killer. So it also gives us a chance to mend our relationship. ”

"Of course, now that things have come to this point, it is naturally impossible for us to talk on the same terms as before. Unfortunately, there is no longer an option for you to stay out of the situation. However, you still have two options. ”

"First choice, let's continue to talk about this game and play it." Michael spread out his hands, and his tone quickly became eerie. "Maybe you can knock down two more of my guys, maybe three, maybe four. You have proven yourself to be capable. But the end result is the same. We'll find you and send a bullet to your head. ”

"The second option is that you accept our kindness and become one of us. With your abilities far beyond ordinary people, you will naturally be able to obtain corresponding money and status under the boss. If you say yes, I can write you a check for $300,000 right away. And after that, you'll only get more. ”

Peter still didn't reply, but his heart skipped a beat.

$300,000? What is the concept of $300,000?

Uncle Ben and Aunt May can easily repay the loan for their house in full, and the remaining money will also prepare them for retirement in ten years. If Peter had decided to selfishly keep all the money to himself, he would have been richer than most of his peers' parents. That's enough money for him to live without work for the next ten years, not to mention the other benefits he will get from joining them.

As a person living in a modern society, aren't money and status the best tools to measure a person's success? A person with money and power can not only live in a better house, drink better wine, and drive a better car, but also make it easier for him to become a so-called 'good person'. A poor but noble person may only get a few thanks for doing his best to help others, but a rich man can only get a little bit between his fingers, and his name of charity will be praised by countless people.

And isn't it a matter of course to exchange your own abilities for all this?

Peter's will was visibly shaken. But another voice in his head told him that it was a wrong and ridiculous choice.

The scene described by the people who were extending an olive branch to him was indeed quite tempting, but their hands were already bloody that could not be washed. If his money and position meant that he had to do such a thing, Peter could not have passed the threshold of his own conscience.

His eyes gradually became firm, but there was still a hint of struggle in his expression.

Michael stood still for a moment, but still didn't hear any response. His face darkened, and he was about to give the order to continue the search. Just then, one of his men ran up and whispered a few words in his ear. His face soon improved.

The door to the roof was opened, and Joe limped up under the escort of a whole squad.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he had an extra bullet hole in his right arm. With his hair disheveled, his expensive suit now torn to shreds, he no longer looked much better than a beggar on the street. Now he is completely different from the temperamental noble son that Peter saw at the beginning.

"The eldest son of the Moretti family, welcome." Michael laughed out loud and walked up to Joe, nodding to the two men who were holding Joe. They suddenly let go of their hands, and Joe fell to the ground. At this time, Peter also poked his head out of his hiding place and watched what was happening on the field.

Joe, who had fallen to the ground, wiped the dust from his face and tried to get up with all his might. Michael, who was standing in front of him, crouched down, grabbed his hair and lifted his head up.

"It looks really embarrassing." Michael slapped Joe's face in shame. Joe glared at him, his lips moving, and he didn't dare to speak. Michael pursed his lips, seemingly bored by the fact that he didn't react.

"Forget it, your time of death is also coming, and it's really not interesting to play with you. When you get there, please ask your family for me. Michael pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Joe's forehead. Joe. Mority, do you have any last words? ”

"Wait a minute!"

This sentence was not shouted by Joe. Peter had already come out of his hiding place and stopped Michael. The crowd immediately raised their guns and pointed them at him. Michael waved his hand and told them to put their guns down.

"I agree to your invitation and to your request. Let him go, the Moriti family is no longer a threat to you, is it? Peter gritted his teeth, but there was some sincerity in his tone. Isn't that a good win-win situation? ”

"It's not up to you to set the rules of the game right now." After a moment of silence, Michael shook his head. He snatched his pistol from his men and threw it on the ground three or four meters in front of Joe.

"I have a new proposal." A sinister smile appeared on his face. "In our industry, there is a so-called vote. Pick up this gun, kill this guy who is going to die anyway, you're our brother. ”

Peter was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. His gaze fell on the gun on the ground, and then back on Joe's face, with a moment of hesitation.

After a few seconds of eerie silence, Michael finally spoke again: "It's been long enough for you to choose." How, what are your options? ”

"Wait, let's talk about it again!" Peter hurriedly spoke, but Michael shook his head, not seeming interested in hearing the rest of his words. He will raise the gun and pull the trigger directly. Joe's head shattered, white brains and bright red blood spewed from the horrific hole to the concrete floor, and his body fell limplessly.

"You see it." He greeted his men behind him. "I really tried it. When you report to your boss, you must say this. ”

Michael turned around and was about to kill the guy in front of him. But at that moment, he felt a large, cold and hard hand grab his throat, and the force was increasing little by little.

A powerless feeling of suffocation crossed his mind, and he subconsciously struggled, trying to break the hand away. But when his fingers touched his own neck, he found that there was nothing on his neck. Not far away, Peter's right hand, in the shape of a claw, was aimed straight at his throat.

But... He's still so far away...

A thought flashed through Michael's mind. In the next moment, Peter's palms clenched into fists, and Michael's neck made a creepy cracking and twisting sound.

His throat rolled several times, spitting out a mouthful of blood with shredded flesh and bone fragments, and he was completely dead before his body fell to the ground. His head hit the ground, his eyes on Joe's bloody face.