The entire bar fell silent, and even the sound of a pin falling on the floor could be heard clearly. It took a long time for the crowd to react after a long www.biquge.info, and the few people who had won the game cheered, and the weasel stood up with a dead face.

"Damn it! It's all quiet. He roared. I'll put the money on your account, wake me up, and he owes me money for a chair. ”

Those who won were happy, those who lost were dissatisfied, and some were still shouting about Peter's dastardly tricks. But in a sense, they were right, Peter did use some less-than-glamorous tricks.

The kind of orangutan who is afraid that his muscles have grown into his brain, with Peter's strength, he may not be able to knock him out for a day, but with a hint from the Force, this strong enemy fell asleep by himself.

None of Peter's mind control abilities were yet strong enough to be used directly against the enemy. As long as the other party has the slightest hostility towards him, or is a person with a firm heart, Peter's mental power is very difficult to control them. But in the last battle, Peter discovered another use for it.

As long as the enemy is in a series of emotional instability such as fear and anger, he can control his ability to slowly infiltrate the opponent's brain. And as long as he reaches a certain level of penetration, he can have a certain impact on the other party's mind. When the orangutan was thoroughly enraged by Peter, his defeat was already a foregone conclusion.

Seeing that there was no more fun to watch, the onlookers scolded and returned to their seats.

And after a while, a new situation happened.

"Damn, that's my wine, you drank it all!"

"Fake, your uncle! This is the wine on my table, do you have to say it's yours? ”

"Do you bastard want to fight?"

"Come on! I've long seen you as unpleasant! ”

The two of them quarreled and began to fight again. And the scene just a few minutes ago was played out again.

"Is this often the case here?" Peter asked. He and the weasel had already returned to the bar, watching the fight through the crowd.

"Not much, the boys have been a lot quieter lately, only four or five times a day." The weasel took the two cups and began to rinse them.

"Aren't you going to sit in the village this time?"

"If Norton can beat the ivory, I'll give you this tavern." The weasel pursed his lips disdainfully and placed his dry cup on the shelf. Looking at the yellow and black rag, Peter couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

However, as it turned out, the weasel was right. The mercenary, known as Norton, was quickly punched in the head with two punches and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Well, it doesn't seem like there's much going on today. What do you think? Now that everything is no longer a problem, are you interested in asking for a card? The weasel shook his two stacks in front of Peter's eyes again.

"Let me see the contents of the black card."

"It's boring." That being said, the weasel threw the stack of cards in front of Peter. Peter wasn't annoyed, picked up the cards and flipped through them one by one. As he expected, even if he chose a black card that didn't stick to his life, the commissions on it were often hurtful things.

"Kidnap the children of business rivals, uh, don't do this."

"Recover gambling debts and ask to bring back one of the other person's fingers? Forehead... This is also passed. ”

"Bodyguards? You can take a look at this. And so on, for a week, and a background check. Forget it. ”

Peter flipped through them one by one, and the tasks on them were almost all the same, except that the client and the goal were different. It was only after about two-thirds of the way through the stack that Peter suddenly discovered a task that interested him.

"That's it." Peter pulled out the black card. "I'll take this task."

"Sure enough, it's the same character as Wade." The weasel took the card, glanced at it, and fiddled with it on his laptop.

"Nine hundred dollars, we're going to take a 10 percent. Theoretically, you'll have to pay a 12% deposit upfront, but I can help you get it first. The weasel straightened his eyes and continued. The employer only pays 50% of the commission upfront, so you have to go to the employer for the rest in person. ”

The weasel was quite fast, and soon printed out a somewhat formal contract and placed it in front of Peter.

"Okay, sign your codename. Oh, yes, you don't seem to have a code name yet, do you? If you want to make one yourself, let us pick it up for you. ”

Peter pondered for a moment, looked around him, and then spoke slowly.

"Looks like I'm the only one wearing a mask around here, so I'll be called Mask!"

The weasel looked at him, then knocked on the table. "That's it, your nickname is Little Red Riding Hood!"

"Little Red Riding Hood? Why Little Red Riding Hood? Didn't you say I could choose my own? Peter protested.

"Protests are ineffective." A smirk appeared on the weasel's face. "I lied to you just now, I gave me all the nicknames here. Talk less and do more tasks so that both of us can have money in our pockets. ”

"your."

"Look, aren't you a quick learner? Given a few weeks, you'll be able to settle in easily. ”

Listen to the sound of fighting coming from the back of the bar. Peter felt like he would never want to fit in with this place.

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After another two days, Peter finally got permission to go out.

"Tomorrow the midterm exam will start, and I'm going to the library to check the answers to the exercises with my classmates." Peter's excuse is quite mediocre and impossible to fault with it. And after arguing, Aunt Mei could only reluctantly let go.

However, instead of making the way to the library, Peter hitched a ride on a bus. Then he took four stops before getting off the train and coming to a district he had never been to before.

"I guess it's here." Peter looked at the map in his hand to confirm his location and the direction of his target.

Naturally, all the messages about a task can't all be written on a small card. After Peter signed that contract, the weasel put more relevant information in front of Peter.

"Anyway, is there really no problem with signing a fake name on this contract?"

"Of course there's no problem, this thing is just for show, and it doesn't have any legal effect. Lao Tzu is not a lawyer. ”

"And what is this thing for?" Peter was a little puzzled.

"The problem is that a lot of idiots here think this thing is real."

Peter suddenly understood.

Fast forward to the present, and Peter had followed the address on the file to an apartment that looked quite old from the outside. This apartment is only six storeys tall while surrounding the buildings

Such buildings abound in New York, and they were inferior buildings that were rapidly added in the sixties and seventies due to the population boom. Most of the paint on the walls has fallen off, and the cement inside shows signs of rain erosion. It's not a dilapidated house, but if it were a slum house, I am afraid that there would be no objection to it.

Although they are shabby, they are quite popular rental options due to their location. A large number of young people and families from poor families are quite happy to live in this kind of house, although the environment is a little worse, but the location is good and the rent is low. Of course, these floors often become the eyes of real estate developers. As long as the whole plot of land is taken and a new building is built on it, they will have hundreds of millions of profits in their accounts.

This also means that there are quite a lot of users in the building, and it will be quite difficult for Peter to hide his identity. And right now, a group of old men and women are sitting at the gate of the apartment building, basking in the sun and chatting. It's not easy for Peter, a fresh face, to slip through.

Since the gate is not the best option, it is only possible to look at other options. Peter circled the building twice and found a good way to dive in.

Entering the alley behind the apartment building, Peter climbed onto the apartment building's garbage bin despite the stench. Jumping forward, Peter grabbed the exposed water pipe in mid-air. With a squeeze of his hands, Peter flipped upwards and grabbed the eaves of an open window on the third floor.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure that there was no one on the other side of the wall, Peter took another deep breath, and the force of his muscles and the Force exploded at the same time, and the whole person went straight through the window.

Of course, Peter has a more relaxed approach to getting in, and it's just part of his workout routine. And this kind of moving on the walls of the building as if it were walking on the ground does have an alternative sense of excitement.