As the stick fell to the ground, the toxin that had been suppressed by his internal strength suddenly exploded at this moment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn just a few seconds, countless purple spots the size of copper coins appeared on the old man's corpse, emitting a disgusting stench of decay, as if it had been rotting for a long time.

Ophelia threw the club's body on the ground, her body shaking suddenly. She covered her mouth heavily and coughed a few times, a hint of scarlet oozing between her fingers.

"Damn old man," she cursed to herself. Death is on the verge and it has caused me so much trouble. ”

A word that didn't sound like any language came out of her mouth, and a pulsing green flame appeared between her fingers. She clenched her fists and crushed the flames, and the corpse beneath her feet burst into flames on its own, turning into ashes in a few breaths.

From beginning to end, Erica, who was standing aside, did not make any movements. She did not come to the aid of either side, nor did she show the slightest wavering in the face of her dying words. She was just a bystander without any emotion, silently seeing the scene to the end.

"To be honest, I was a little surprised." Ophelia, who had recovered, came to Erica's side. "I thought you would... A little more excited. ”

"I thought so, too." Erica replied with a blank face, and her hand let go of the iron ruler she had been holding in her hand. "But it doesn't matter. If he died, many things would be much easier. ”

"Faced with the scene of the murder of his teacher, are you indifferent? Erica, I'm really impressed by how cold-blooded you are. Ophelia let out a maliciously laugh. Of course, it's obvious that this master doesn't seem to have taught you much of his own skills, right? ”

"But I did learn a lot from him, but does it matter?" Erica asked rhetorically, but Ophelia didn't answer her question. The scene suddenly fell silent, and neither side had any intention of speaking.

"Okay, now that the stick has been solved, what's next?" Erica finally took the initiative to break the somewhat awkward silence. "Kill Jin and merge, or do you want to get rid of the remaining two people?"

"We just have to wait."

"Wait?"

"That's right, wait for a better time. Kim can't die yet, and I need him to keep the idiots in the organization on hold for a little longer. As for your two former teammates—" Ophelia's mouth curled slightly, and her right hand rested on her chin. If there were people who knew her well, they would know that this was something she only did when she was proud.

"That little boyfriend of yours, don't worry. I would give him a condition that he could not refuse. How about it, the man who once rejected himself has become a subordinate who can only lick his own boots, this must be a comfortable feeling, right? ”

"You don't have to meddle in this matter." Erica asked coldly. "Peter, where's the little one?"

"That little one—" Ophelia's smile became a little more eerie. Although I was planning to get rid of him at first, now he seems to be very interesting..."

"So what you mean?"

"Be patient, lovely Erica." Ophelia repeated again. "We just have to wait."

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Two days later, Queens, Park House.

The clock hand on the wall had quietly reached one o'clock in the morning, and in the dead of night, the light in the window of Peter's room was still on. He had just rushed home, and he had only changed out of his combat suit, and he hadn't even had time to deal with the dust and some small scrapes on his body. With a serious face, he was looking intently at the computer screen in front of him, frowning his brow from time to time.

"Strange, medical equipment, large life support cabins, anti-corrosion containers, large centrifuges, all of them are boutique goods produced by the Osborne Group... Why does Kim need so much lab equipment? Peter tapped his forehead a little helplessly. Shouldn't he be hiding like a rat that everyone shouts at now? How can you still risk buying these things at such a time. ”

It took him a lot of effort to get the information, which was almost all about useless garbage, and the only useful work was the things just now.

"Huh... The harvest is much less than expected. Peter sighed. This bit of information was something he had only gotten after he had dealt with a whole team of Kim He's men. After this attack, the other side will definitely be more cautious, and if there are similar actions, the success rate will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Now the forces in New York are still in a state of chaos, and the leaders of the major gangs are constantly stirring up disputes in order to get more benefits in this reshuffle. And in this troubled water, there are two other forces operating in the shadows: the 'Guards' who are still loyal to King, and the killers that Peter has run into before.

"Well, that's no longer the case. Overall, I still got some clues. Peter stretched his limbs, which had become somewhat stiff, and gave a lazy halt. Try Harry's words when you go to school on Monday and see if he has more clues from there. And the city's CCTV footage will be called up at that time, and maybe they can find their traces when they were transporting these things. ”

Ever since George became the NYPD chief, Peter has followed the prospective father-in-law's promotion to elevate his authority in the police database to the point where he has easy access to all information. As long as he can come up with an effective system of information collation and search procedures, the police throughout New York City will become his eyes and ears.

It only took Peter a week to get the software out there, and while there are still a lot of things that need to be improved, it's at least now ready to work.

George was undoubtedly aware of all this, but in the face of such a tricky situation, George could only acquiesce to Peter's actions. Without Peter's help, the city would have been several times more chaotic than it is now. After all, a street hero who has defeated Kim and is a good deterrent for those who are thugs.

"No matter how much." Quickly closing all the programs on the computer, and then sorting out everything in his room to the point where Aunt May and Uncle Ben would not arouse suspicion, Peter rarely climbed into bed early. After all, tomorrow is going to be a pretty big day.

With this in mind, Peter grabbed the gift box that was at the head of his bed again and examined it back and forth.

"Asimov's Short Story Collector's Edition Collection, Gwen should love this birthday present..."

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At the same time, Mary. Simple. Watson boarded a long-distance train from Boston to New York.