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"If you want me to die, it's enough for you to not make a move just now." With a wry smile on his face, Joe tucked his gun back into his belt. "It's been a long time, you seem to have changed your outfit this time?"

Peter took two steps forward, and just as Joe thought he was about to speak, Peter pounced on him and grabbed him by the shoulder.

Joe was stunned for a moment, but the hands that grabbed his shoulders slammed into force. He spun around for a while, but when he reacted, he could only watch the ground get closer and closer to his face. There was a panic in his heart.

Got it wrong yourself? This mysterious helmet man is really going to kill himself? His mind was filled with pessimistic thoughts.

However, in the next moment, he felt that the speed of his fall had slowed down, so that he would not fall too badly when his face hit the ground. At the same time, the back door behind him was slammed open, and a muscular hunk and a tall, thin middle-aged man rushed in.

Their eyes hadn't yet fully adjusted to the light in the room, but the submachine guns in their hands were spraying out first. But the bullets hit the air. At this moment, Peter and Joe were both lying on the ground, and the bullets whizzed past their heads. But as long as they were half a second at night, their fate would be completely different.

Just then, Peter grabbed Joe's right arm and kicked his legs hard against the wall next to him. With this force, Peter and Joe rolled into the door that Joe had just come out of, and returned to the kitchen again.

Before he could get up, Peter kicked the door shut. Under the control of his telekinesis, one of the parts on the big handle twisted and locked the door. After a while, the two assailants rushed to the doorway, twisting the doorknob several times before they could open it.

Joe took a few breaths, but before he could rejoice, a dull thud came from the door, startling him.

Within seconds, the second impact struck again. This time, a small hole was knocked out of the gate, and the surrounding part was also deformed to a certain extent. The entire gate made a tooth-aching sound of wood cracking.

Peter motioned for Joe to hide in a shadowy corner of the kitchen, while he himself stood up. The third impact sounded, and the entire gate shook, and the size of the hole in the door suddenly expanded several times, and the hinges of the door above were already crumbling, and this fragile line of defense might not be able to support the next blow.

Peter picked up a stainless steel ladle more than a foot long and walked to the door. A second before the next impact, he suddenly unlocked the door and stretched out his right foot. The muscular man, who had been banging on the door, suddenly lost his strength and rushed forward, but was tripped by Peter's foot again. He obeyed the laws of physics well, drew a beautiful parabola in midair, and then planted himself face down on the ground, splattering a splash of blood.

This nose is completely useless without cosmetic surgery.

The tall and thin companion behind him reacted very quickly and raised the submachine gun in his hand, aimed it at Peter, and pulled the trigger in his hand. But Peter's spoon got ahead of the other and slammed into the man's hand, deflecting the muzzle of his gun a little, and all the bullets that poured out hit the wall on one side.

Peter's left hook landed on the skinny man's abdomen, and the spoon slammed into his opponent's temple the next moment. His mind was dizzy, but he was fierce, and without a head, he threw the submachine gun in his hand that had run out of bullets at Peter.

Encountering this kind of unstructured explosive play, Peter could only take a step back temporarily. But he didn't waste this little time gap. He slammed his foot on the back of the muscular man behind him as he tried to get up. The other party was suddenly caught off guard one by one, and was stepped on again, and his already bloody face smashed to the ground again.

With this kick, Peter lunged at the thin man, who had regained consciousness. Looking down to dodge a knee-jerk counterpunch, Peter punched him twice in the chest in quick succession, then jerked his head up and smashed his sturdy helmet against his chin. After receiving so many successive blows in such a short period of time, the thin man finally gave off on his knees and fainted to the ground.

All that was left was his companion. He finally stood up, let out a roar, and threw himself at Peter. But this haphazard attack was easily dodged by Peter. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Peter grabbed his right arm, jumped behind him with the force of the opponent's blow, pulled out his own stun baton, and stabbed him in the neck.

Even though the muscular man was indeed strong enough, under the electric shock of 600,000 volts, he only lasted three or four seconds before losing consciousness. Peter let go of his hand and tossed his body aside. Turning his head, Joe was still half-seated on the ground.

Peter frowned, strode forward, grabbed Joe by the collar, and pulled him up with a hard pull.

"Don't be in a daze." Peter said in a deep voice. "They now know where we are. We're going to get up to speed. ”

Joe nodded, came back to his senses, and pulled his legs and prepared to rush in the direction of the back door. But again he was pulled by Peter. He looked back, puzzled.

"Don't you think they're going to be out there? There's at least four people in ambush in the back, and as soon as you get to that alley, you're going to have a few extra ounces of bullets in your body," Peter explained coldly.

"So what are we going to do? What's your plan? Joe nodded knowingly. In his opinion, the mysterious man in front of him knew much more than himself.

"Now both exits to the outside side have been blocked. Whether we break out from the front or through which window we want to escape, we don't have a good chance of surviving," Peter said of their current situation.

"Then what should we do," Joe was also a little anxious. "If you're trying to find a place to hide, you're probably wrong. The police won't come, they have plenty of time to search for us. ”

The Covendello Mansion is indeed not small, and there are indeed many good hiding places. But if the other party can send a dozen people to search the side carefully, it won't take too long to find them.

"I know that, too." Peter nodded. "Half an hour ago, the police in the vicinity had invariably evacuated the area. They should have known something in advance. ”

The figure of Gwen's father flashed through his mind.

"Let's kill each other, and then they come and clear the field, okay?" Joe spat on the ground. "Okay, what are your plans now, can you say it?"

"Keep up with me first, I'll explain later, we don't have much time to waste now."

Joe nodded. The man in front of him was a little strange, but it might be his only hope of survival. He was soon surprised to find that the guy in front of him seemed to be extremely familiar with the structure of the house.

After making a detour around the kitchen, the two of them walked through two doors in succession and out of the kitchen into a more remote hallway. Peter opened the penultimate door from the end of the hallway and came to what looked like a powder room. After passing through the room, Joe found that they were not far from the staircase on the other side of the floor.

Joe thought it was all ridiculous, and the man in front of him seemed to be more familiar with the environment than he had lived here for a long time. If he had followed his usual route, it would have taken him about twenty seconds longer.

They were still a few steps away from the top of the stairs when they suddenly stopped. Footsteps coming downstairs could be heard. It sounds like a lot of people, at least not what Peter and Joe can handle right now.

Peter quickly pulled open a locker and shoved Joe inside, and the next moment he himself got in and closed the locker door.

Joe held his breath nervously, and he glanced at the helmeted man beside him, wondering why he was so calm. And in fact, a cold sweat also broke out on Peter's forehead under the helmet. He was closing his eyes, trying to turn his mental concentration to the highest level to probe beyond the cabinet.

Their luck wasn't too bad either. The hurried footsteps outside the locker walked over without a pause, and the destination was the direction they had just come. Once they were sure they were gone, Peter and Joe breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the locker. Without wasting any more time, the two of them walked down the stairs to the basement level.

Peter pushed the door open. And at this moment, Joe, who had been following Peter, suddenly felt dizzy. As soon as his feet softened, his body fell straight to the ground. Peter reacted quickly and turned around and grabbed him.

Peter helped him up, and he sat down against the wall. Joe struggled to get to his feet. But he was weak and powerless, but he was pressed down by Peter. Peter, with a heavy face, tore off his clothes near the wound on his left shoulder and began to examine him.