After having copied so many grenades over the past few months, this time he finally saw a genuine one appear in front of him, and Peter subconsciously burst out foul. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The grenade exploded in front of him at a distance within reach. Hundreds of tiny shards of steel struck Peter at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

The Force. Barrier.

Silk threads formed by spiritual power quickly appeared around Peter, weaving a large net that enveloped him. In the next moment, those spiritual powers suddenly transformed into some kind of higher-level energy, and the invisible net also turned into a shield that could almost form a substance.

The deadly shards of steel and the heat wave that followed them suddenly lost power as they crashed into the barrier. They weren't bounced off, they weren't destroyed by some force, they were frozen in mid-air, as if their own time had been frozen.

The Force barrier against laser cannon bombardment seems to be a bit of a fuss here, but Peter, a beginner, still struggles to defend against a grenade. Less than a second later, the barrier that encircled him finally couldn't hold up, crumbling into countless tiny invisible shards, and the pieces of iron trapped in them fell to the ground like raindrops. At the same time, his face suddenly turned pale, and he took a few steps back weakly.

Forcing skills that have not been thoroughly mastered in actual combat is just a good consequence. But what surprised Peter even more was that the other party's change of tactics was so fast that his ability to predict had an effect at the last minute.

However, is this really just a trick of the other side and nothing else?

Peter didn't have time to dwell on this. After they were thwarted by the opposing attack, the few remaining members of their crew had already regained their feet with the help of their teammates. After a hurried round of shooting in Peter's direction, they ran towards the back door of the bar. The sirens were getting closer, and their time was running out.

A tumbling dodge the oncoming bullets, Peter took a deep breath and slammed his palms into the wooden floor of the bar. A blow from the double bonus of internal qi and the Force easily blasted these not-so-good pieces of wood to pieces. At Peter's thought, the broken pieces of wood headed for the bullets that followed.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled explosions rang out, and the flying wood chips made Peter's eyes squint temporarily. The wooden blocks did their job well, blocking all the bullets that came in. However, when he opened his eyes again, his eyes changed slightly.

By this time, Decan, who had rushed to the front, had already pushed the back door of the bar open. The cool evening breeze blew in his face, which lifted his spirits. What had just happened in less than thirty seconds was still a little too intense for him, a second-level agent. At this moment, the Hydra agent, who had been smooth sailing so far, just wanted to get back to the safety of the headquarters as soon as possible.

In the next moment, the metal door that he had just let go of slammed back in his direction at a speed that was pushed open several times faster. He subconsciously reached out to resist, but then felt a pain in his heart the next moment.

It was as if there was an angry bison on top of the door, and the moment his own hand touched the iron door, it was crushed like a crushed dry branch. The door closed in front of him, and the sound of it locking came from the other side.

"Ahh Ahh Decon howled bitterly, but luckily he subconsciously took a step back, otherwise it would have been his right hand that would have been damaged. However, less than a second later, he suddenly closed his mouth and froze in place for a moment. He suddenly drew his saber and stabbed at his partner behind him.

All of this is, of course, Peter's masterpiece. There's no way he can let these 'professional killers' who slaughtered more than a dozen people leave like this. After using the Force to block the opponent's retreat, Peter unexpectedly discovers that the injured killer's willpower has dropped to the point where he can control it after only a few 'minor injuries'.

Without the slightest hesitation, Peter accepted the gift that fell from the sky.

Under his control, Deken's attack immediately caused a small commotion. Caught off guard, his companion was immediately stabbed under this attack, and before he could swing a second slash, a metal hand grasped his wrist, preventing the knife in his hand from stabbing forward for another point.

The engine hummed, and Dekkon spun one hundred and eighty degrees around his left arm, and then was slammed to the ground. After a groan, Dekkon fell unconscious.

"Hey, hey, you're going crazy and even beating your own teammates?"

After dealing with one of his companions without hesitation, the iron-armed man's movements did not pause in the slightest under Peter's taunts.

He walked over to the iron door that Peter had locked, and the machine's left hand slammed out with a punch, smashing a large hole in the concrete wall next to the door. The metal hand grasped the edge of the iron door through the hole, and with a single force it ripped the iron door off its frame. With this force, the iron gate swept head-on at Peter, who was rushing towards them, like a large fly swatter in the man's hand.

Bang!

In the face of this oncoming attack, Peter jumped on the top of the iron door, and immediately smashed a small dent in its surface. The man with the iron arm was kicked back two steps in succession, and his back hit the wall of the bar. However, at the last moment, his metal arm suddenly exerted force, throwing the iron door out.

The edge of the metal continued to glow with dazzling sparks as it rubbed against the ground, and the iron door slammed into Peter at an unbelievable speed. He had just landed on the ground, barely moving to the side for less than twenty centimeters, and still did not dodge out of the attack range of this iron gate.

Inhale.

Draw the knife.

Under the indestructible blade, the iron gate was shattered by Peter's three consecutive swords. However, he had wasted too much time, and the figures of the other three had disappeared into the darkness outside the back door of the bar, except for Deken, who was still unconscious on the ground.

Peter subconsciously chased in the direction of the other man's escape, but stopped after a few steps. In that moment, there were a myriad of noises in his mind, and they all seemed to tell the same thing.

If you catch up with yourself, you may die.

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In the end, Peter decided to trust his instincts, which had not gone wrong so far. He glanced with jealousy in the direction in which the men had fled, and then set his gaze on Deken, who was still unconscious on the ground.

After a moment of hesitation, it became an unrealistic option to chase them again. Fortunately, he captured at least one prisoner. Let's not talk about the fact that the other party's willpower seems to be very weak. Even if the other party is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, Peter still has a way to get what he wants out of the other person's head.

However, all these plans fell through. In the next moment, a bullet pierced the wall next to Deken and then through his skull.