In the midst of so much turmoil in New York City, Kim was still the first to react. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoLess than two hours after Wesley's 'betrayal', the two Russian gangsters, who had bared their fangs to their master, kicked open the door of the Golden Mansion, surrounded by a group of heavily armed men.

However, the luxurious sky villa was empty.

Although the clutter and furniture in the interior of the room indicate that the owner of the room was in a hurry to leave, a step late is a step late. At the first moment of receiving the news, the two-hundred-kilogram man fled and disappeared from the sight of everyone who wanted to find him.

And the evacuation of his headquarters, the Covendello residence, seems to have been a little earlier than that. There were only a dozen unsuspecting attendants and attendants left in the small building, and the guards and medical personnel inside had been evacuated for a long time, and the 'test samples' had long since been moved to a more secluded place. Naturally, this move was not made after the bombshell news appeared, as early as a dozen hours ago, perhaps even before Wesley's disappearance, Kim had already started a series of retreats.

However, those who want to find him naturally do not give up so easily. No matter which force it is, as long as they can control the emperor who has lost the crown, his men and resources, they will be able to gain an absolute advantage in the inevitable melee that follows.

The only people who want to find him naturally include the forces behind him that have been supporting him. However, the purpose of this black hand who has been hiding behind the scenes is slightly different from the others.

Hydra is not relentless to those who might leak their existence.

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Peter, who had changed into his nocturnal costume, sat silently on the eaves of a tall building. He held a communicator in his hand that had been turned on, and his eyes were half-squinted, as if he was listening intently to the noise of the communicator. However, if someone approaches him, they will find that his body does not touch the ground at all, and remains at a distance of about a centimeter from it.

The method given to him by the stick was indeed quite effective. It is not yet clear how far this particular method of refining will be in the end, but Peter has now found that his body has advanced again under the ordinary method of exercise, which is close to the bottleneck. More importantly, they have been able to freely control the free energy in their bodies.

Now, he has been able to maintain this level of Force training for a long time without any more wear and tear.

Every now and then there was a report of one or two people coming from the communicator, and at that moment Peter's eyes would open and he would begin to listen carefully.

This little thing was George a gift to Peter, a communicator that could go directly to any police channel without any restrictions. Any important case in New York will be reported through this gadget.

After Kim mysteriously disappeared and his men became a mess. New York suddenly became a battlefield for these guys, with gun fights happening almost every day, and more and more dead bodies appearing on the streets every day in New York. These ambitious guys are also red-eyed, and if they can't finish off their enemies as soon as possible, they are likely to die.

In this case, New York itself, which has already been weakened quite a bit by previous events, has little control over the scene. George, who had already been busy all night, had to reconsider his daughter's boyfriend's proposal.

So after a period of low-key, Red Mask reappeared in the New York night. And this time, the gangsters also tasted fear.

Farewell three days, should be impressed. Peter is no longer the rookie he used to be, and these gangsters who don't have any special abilities or even have undergone any special training are naturally not his opponents.

Approaching Superman's strength and speed allows him to crush anyone with a gun within twenty meters. Telekinesis can be used to disarm oneself to aid one's actions and even direct attacks on enemies, while the ability to foresee and perceive allows Peter to have no worries about sneak attacks and surprises.

All in all, among these ordinary people, he was already able to open a peerless brush creep quite easily.

Within a week, he had single-handedly prevented two fights and a revenge massacre, while the gang leaders who had heard the news had begun to pray against the increasingly rebellious street hero, and the newspapers and media had finally begun to change their tune and begin to praise Red Mask's actions.

At that moment, the address book in Peter's hand rang, and this time, a clear voice came from inside.

"There was a lot of gunfire near 70 Bruvard Street in Harlem, and we can't confirm how many people were involved!"

Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up.

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Harlem, Golden Earrings Nightclub.

The door to the bar was smashed open. Four big men poured into the nightclub that had just closed. They were wrapped tightly in body armor all over their bodies, and their faces were covered by a black mask with tactical glasses, looking a bit like a special forces force.

The people inside were visibly stunned, they didn't expect a visitor at this time. However, the reaction time of less than a second was fatal, and the light submachine guns carried by the four men poured out all the bullets in the magazine in just over three seconds, knocking the people in front of them into a sieve.

The unprepared security guards and bartenders were immediately swept away. Although these small-caliber bullets often fail to kill an adult without hitting the vital point, more than a third of people die on the spot under a barrage of bullets of this density. They were quite unlucky and lost their lives before they could understand what was happening.

And those who survived were not much luckier than they were. Except for the two or three people in the corner, the rest of the people were more or less injured enough to be maiming in this round of attacks. The wounded fell to the ground stained with their own blood and began to struggle and wail.

Those who still had the ability to fight found their cover and tried to fight back with their weapons. However, their efforts could not bring back any advantage. Unable to make a decent counterattack with their sheer firepower, they were unable to make a decent counterattack with their sheer firepower, and after a few scalpel-like shots from the invaders, the survivors fell like scarecrows.

After dealing with these resistances, they pulled out their pistols. They walked up to the wounded, who were still wailing on the ground, and shot them in the head.

In less than thirty seconds, the entire nightclub was quiet again. The gunfire stopped, and a pungent smell of blood wafted through the air.

Fast, accurate, ruthless. There is no doubt that these intruders are veterans. They quickly dispersed and launched their search in the nightclub, which was littered with dead bodies. After a few minutes, one of the team members gave a signal for the other team members to approach him.

A safe that was a meter and a half high, and its half-inch-thick steel plate made it difficult to open violently. That's what these people are looking for.

One of them pulled out his lock-picking tool, which was stopped by the leader-looking man.

The man took a deep breath and placed his left hand on the door of the safe. A sound like a motor was coming from within him, and the steel in his hand was distorted beneath his fingers. He tightened his grip and slammed it out, and the door of the safe, which was made of steel and weighed more than twenty kilograms, was actually torn off by brute force.

The sleeve of his left arm was shattered by his inhuman feat, revealing the steel arm underneath.