By the time the clock on the wall passed one o'clock in the morning, most of the city had fallen asleep. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The second-floor window of the info Parker residence was pushed open from the inside, and a few seconds later, a slightly thin figure climbed out of the window.

Taking two deep breaths, Peter jumped out of the window. The moment before he landed, Peter's body paused unnaturally in mid-air about a meter above the ground, and this rapid deceleration made Peter feel depressed for a while, and subconsciously canceled the control of the Force. And in the next moment, he lost his balance and fell headlong to the ground.

Fortunately, he regained his balance at the last minute, otherwise he would have just left the house and would have fallen straight into the mud.

Peter grinned and stood up, moving his hands and feet. The long-lost breeze instantly brightened his spirits, and the fatigue of lying in bed for five days was swept away.

The lights had already been turned off at Mary's house, and it didn't seem like a good idea to visit at this time. Peter had another goal tonight.

He took out the black postcard Wade had given him five days earlier. Peter smiled inexplicably.

Wade's statement does make a lot of sense

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More than half an hour later, Peter arrived at the door of the bar.

He who had already put on the mask didn't care about the eyes of the big men at the door, and directly handed over the card.

"Wade's dead sissy recruited him? That guy has a very tricky eye. The leader handed the card back to Peter. I'm Pig Hair, do you have your own nickname? ”

"Not yet." Peter was a little curious. "Pig hair, where did you get this nickname?"

The big man laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "When I meet stubborn guys again, I always like to let them take a boiling bath. Help them go to hair. ”

Peter shuddered and walked into the bar.

Pushing open the moldy door, Peter saw a large man flying towards him. He hurriedly closed the door again. The big man slammed on the door, and with a loud bang, the whole building shook.

There was cheering from inside the door, and Peter opened the door again, only to see a tall, thin young man with messy hair checking his breathing and pulse in front of the body of the big man who had fallen to the ground.

"The bison is alive!" He shouted, and the cheers in the bar quickly turned into a roar of chagrin. Two of the companions of the big man who looked like he had fallen to the ground rushed over and moved the big man aside.

The tall, thin young man finally noticed Peter and greeted him.

"Good evening and welcome to Mother Margaret's School for Lost Children, where we will welcome all children who have lost their way in life. Looks like you're a new face? Well, I mean, if you still have a face in the case. ”

"Wade introduced me." Peter handed him the card in his hand, and the tall, thin young man whistled.

"You're the dead pervert Wade said you were, welcome to our warm cabin. I'm Jack, you can call me a weasel. He took Peter's hand and made a symbolic gesture. You go to the bar and sit down, I'll clean up the back a little and come out. ”

Peter sat down with some restraint, and a few minutes later, the weasel came out of the pantry.

"Well, the couple has a chance to have a free drink. What do you want? Vodka? Brandy? ”

"No, I don't drink." Peter refused, but the weasel smiled disdainfully, took out a cup, poured a glass of milk, and placed it in front of Peter.

"Okay, I've got your favorite drink on you. Need me to warm it up for you? ”

"What about the Wade?" Peter didn't go any further with him. He could feel that there were many people in the room looking at him with malicious eyes.

"He? He went on a tour. A turnover that has been running for half a year, he should be on an island in Hawaii now. The weasel said casually, in a rather frivolous tone. So the kid with your head and tail exposed, can you tell me what you're here for? ”

"I want to make money." Under the disguise of the mask, Peter found that his conversation confidence seemed to be a little higher. "Wade told me that here, my skills and abilities can be traded here... Corresponding returns. ”

"Then you're really in the right place." The weasel sat down and pulled out two stacks of cards. One of the stacks is black, while the other is red. "Although your situation may be a little different. But I'll explain it to you. ”

"All the commissions here are on these cards. The red card is life-threatening, and the price will naturally not be low. What's more, it's generally fairly straightforward and effortless. ”

"Of course, if you're still a soft-footed cat, there are black cards here, too. Clean, of course, just relatively. Although the income may be a little lower, it is still possible to earn some pocket money. ”

The weasel stopped talking and looked at Peter. Peter thought about it for a moment, and the first question was quickly asked.

"What do you mean by saying that my situation is a little different?"

"I'm glad you asked that question, so I can save a ton of words. I can't give you any assignments right now, and that's why. The weasel picked up the top layer of cards on the red card pile and handed it to Peter.

Target: A man with a red mask who has been involved in the fight between the Moretti family and Russian gangsters

Name: Unknown

Order: Kill or capture the person alive and receive a $150,000 prize. Provide valid information about this person and receive a prize of 5,000 USD.

Simple. Peter now knew that his head was worth so much. The circle of ill-intentioned glances around him suddenly became much easier to explain, and looking at the weasel's cunning eyes, Peter's body was ready to explode at any moment.

"No, no, no." The weasel saw at a glance what was on Peter's mind. "I won't make a move, as a middleman, I naturally have my own professional ethics. But our children here are different, and it's not a small amount of money after all. ”

"Doesn't it seem like I'm here to make a smart move?"

"No, of course not smart. If I had messed with the biggest gang in New York right now, I might have traveled to Hawaii Island as well. Things may not be as bad as you think, though. I've been friends with Wade for five years, and I know that the people he recommends must be a bit difficult. So, I made a bet for you. ”

The weasel snapped his fingers, and a man took over the corner of the bar. It might be more appropriate to say that it is not so much a person as the Great Demon King of Roshan. The person's height should be one meter nine away. At first glance, almost all of his body was covered with muscles, and one arm was probably thicker than Peter's waist.

"The orangutan will fight you in place of everyone in this bar. If you win, we'll give up the list and you can be one of us. If you lose, you'll soon be beaten up and sent to Yusef. Trust me, you won't like what will happen after that. ”

"It seems that I don't have a choice." Peter moved his hands and feet again and met the big man.

With astonishing efficiency and speed, everyone here cleared an open space about three or four meters in diameter for the orangutan and Peter, and it seems that they have done this more than once or twice. The weasel lazily walked between the two and began to explain the rules.

"No guns, no knives. The game ends after one side loses consciousness. The village is opened, and the bet on the little one who hides the head and tail is not one to win, and the one who wins to win is to buy three to lose one. Bet speed everyone! ”

Ignoring the noise of the people around him, the orangutan grinned, looking almost like a real orangutan, but this orangutan had to punch harder, and had more black hair than them.

"I'm going to tear your head off!"

"I'll just be able to deal with a scum like you." Peter said in a very sloppy tone, and put his right hand behind his back. Anyway, the right arm can't be used now, so it's better to take it out and pretend to be forced now. And this move obviously angered the people around them, and they shouted one after another.

"Kill him, orangutan!"

"Teach this little thing a lesson!"

And this also seemed to infuriate the brother who was more like a beast than a human. He roared angrily and slammed into him with his body that was almost the size of three Peters.

Peter's left hand gently hooked the orangutan's right shoulder, and with a clever shot on his wrist, with the burst of telekinesis on the soles of Peter's feet, Peter flew like a butterfly to the back of the orangutan, and then kicked him in the back of the heart. The orangutan suddenly couldn't hold back and slammed into a table, breaking it to pieces.

"That's going to pay!" The weasel hurriedly shouted from the side, looking a little distressed.

The orangutan crawled to his feet and roared again and threw a punch at Peter. And the dwarf also has the advantage of being short, Peter dodged the punch with a bow, and then took two steps back.

"I heard that they are going to make another movie about King Kong, and seriously, you don't even need special effects to go straight to the big screen!" Peter continued to provoke the enemy, and the orangutan became even more enraged, and slammed two punches into Peter's face in succession, but Peter easily dodged them.

And after these two punches missed, the big man revealed a rather obvious flaw. Peter's eyes lit up, and he went straight inside, and an uppercut punch was struck in the orangutan face.

"Get some sleep, big guy!"

"Cut, do you want to koko an orangutan with such a mosquito-like fist? Is this kid stupid? One of the people in the back row of the audience said disdainfully, while the people around him kept nodding.

And what happened to make these people's jaws fall to the ground. The orangutan took the punch and then stopped. He glanced around blankly, then took two steps back as if drunk, and fell to the ground.