"Damn, how did this bastard keep up!?" Kilgrave's eyes were red, and he pulled out a pistol from his coat and fired two shots at the roof.

Warned by the powers of foresight, Peter easily dodged the two bullets. He climbed to the side of the car and smashed the window next to Kilgrave with a punch, putting his head down.

"It's been a long time... Wow, what's wrong with your face? Do you think the previous image of Little Cream is too boring and are ready to take a new route? ”

As if provoked by Peter's words, Kilgrave roared furiously, and raised his gun to shoot at Peter at the window. The pistol, which was only made of plastic, was overwhelmed by Kilgrave's increasingly powerful grip, and was crushed after only four bullets were fired.

All four bullets missed, and Peter had already ducked back to the relative safety of the car. Inside the car, Kilgrave's forehead was in a cold sweat.

After only a few weeks, the strange sense of oppression on this mysterious red mask has become stronger and stronger, and the reaction speed shown just now is not comparable to when it was fully suppressed by that 'bodyguard'.

Damn, shit! Gotta get rid of this guy! Kilgrave cursed in his heart, and immediately activated his ability.

"Kill the Red Mask!" He roared loudly.

At the same time, the two cars that had been driving in front suddenly slowed down and pulled their cars next to Peter and Kilgrave. The driver inside pulled out the firearm he was carrying, and without hesitation, he fired at Peter, who was lying on the roof of the car.

Peter dodged their attack with a single bounce, then slashed a bullet that was flying towards him. However, this unobstructed platform made his movements quite difficult. Kilgrave slammed on the accelerator of the car, and the sudden acceleration caused Peter to stagger, and he almost fell off the car. At that last moment, he plunged the long knife in his hand into the roof of the car at his feet, using his strength to stabilize his figure.

However, this was not a long-term solution, and more and more New Yorkers joined in the attacks. Many of them were just ridiculously throwing all sorts of things at him, but many more took out their guns and kept shooting at Peter under Kilgrave's control.

"This bastard," Peter shook his head helplessly, he had never hated the lax gun laws in the United States so much that nearly a quarter of the people on the street carried some kind of firearm with them. Kilgrave's abilities are just too rebellious in such a densely populated urban environment. As the barrage became denser and the dodge space became less and less, Peter could only choose to evacuate strategically.

He threw his long knife forward, leaping forward lightly. With the assistance of the Force, his body suddenly accelerated to the extreme, and he jumped into the air more than ten meters high. At this time, the long knife he threw happened to be exhausted and appeared at his feet. With his hard kick, Peter's figure rose another seven or eight meters, and he reached out and grabbed the edge of the roof of the building next to him.

The long knife flew straight to the left rear wheel of the car that Kilgrave was driving under Peter's kick. Its iron-like nature is perfectly displayed at this moment. In the blink of an eye, the extremely fast spinning wheel was twisted into pieces. And the long knife also flew towards his master's hand at a rapid speed under the pull of the Force.

The car, which lost one wheel, lost control in an instant. With one less point of support, the entire rear body collapsed, rubbing against the concrete floor at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour. The remnants of the metal shards also scraped countless sparks under the high-speed rotation of the axle.

Kilgrave was reluctant to control the car's direction, but after only a few seconds he realized that the effort was futile. With a loud and tooth-aching noise, the car crashed into a fire hydrant on the side of the road at an alarming speed.

The airbag popped out in an instant and slammed into the face of the caught off guard, pressing his entire body against the driver's seat. The first half of the sedan was almost completely destroyed by the impact, the lid was lifted, and the rest of the car was crushed into a concave shape by the tremendous force. The damaged hydrant also began to spray high-pressure water jets, which soon wet the ground in the vicinity.

For a normal person, a car accident of this magnitude is fatal enough. And Kilgrave felt like his body had been hit by a giant hammer, but his whole body was sore, but it was fine. He struggled and slowly crawled out of the wreckage.

"That's... Damn it... Bastard—" he gasped as he cursed under his breath as he cursed the author of the scene in front of him. Several unidentified citizens rushed over after seeing the car accident to see if they could help. However, with a wave of Kilgrave's hand, they instantly lost control of their bodies.

"Stop him." He pointed to the chasing red figure behind him, and he pulled up his cloak again and ran towards the side path. Ignoring the sound of the fight behind him and the sound of the human body falling to the ground, his only thought was to distance himself from his pursuers as quickly as possible.

However, his wish was ultimately frustrated. Less than half a minute later, Peter's figure appeared in front of him. Only a few weeks ago, this man was a relatively strong miscellaneous soldier in Kilgrave's eyes. But now he truly has the ability to threaten his own life.

"Surrender, Kilgrave, you have no escape." Peter said in a deep voice. "Too much resistance will only make you suffer more, and I'm sure in a little while, those police and judges will be happy to hold you accountable for the injuries and losses you have caused."

"The police... And judges? Kilgrave was stunned for a moment, and then laughed like he had heard some joke. Police and judges!? You want to hand me over to those mortals? How could they possibly have the power to judge me? How is it possible to be qualified to judge me? ”

"You may be thinking too highly of yourself." Peter frowned, and as he spoke, he was secretly ready to attack at any moment. In the face of such an enemy with terrifying abilities and mental instability, it is better to be careful. "Your power is indeed powerful, but there are ways to suppress it."

"Oh?" Kilgrave finally stopped smiling and looked at Peter with a strange look. "Looks like you're quite convinced of those guys' abilities. Even if they behave so badly? Even if the police in New York are all around, do you still believe they can imprison me? ”

"I believe they will be able to enforce justice, that's all."

"Justice? Justice? Kilgrave grinned, and pulled off his cloak, revealing the zombie-like face underneath. The idea of justice is just one of the means that this world uses to restrain those mortals. You believe in such childish things..."

"Mortal?" Peter scoffed. "Do you really think you are a god in the water?"

Kilgrave nodded. "Whether I can be called a god or not, I am not sure at that. But those weak and ignorant reptiles are definitely not my kind. ”

"You—" Peter's tone was a little incredulous. Are you serious? ”

"Of course I mean it." Kilgrave spread his hands and replied calmly. "Having lived in this world for so long, I have long realized how ignorant and how stupid the people around me are... Lower. Just like those ants everywhere, their feelings, wealth, and even their lives can be easily given and taken away from them, and they are at a loss. ”

"And you—" Kilgrave glanced at Peter with a wistful look. You are not like them, you and I are the same kind. But I didn't expect that one of the few people of my kind that I had seen over the years would see myself as part of those ants, restraining myself with their ideas and rules. ”

"Enough!"

Peter had finally had enough of Kilgrave's gibberish. From the beginning, he did not feel that his eloquence was enough to convince the madman Kilgrave to raise his hand and surrender. He clenched his hands into fists, slammed them from his waist to his arms, and slammed them into Kilgrave's head. Although he tried his best not to cause any death, as long as the punch hit the target, he would definitely not wake up for the next half hour.

However, the opponent's movements did not slow down in the slightest, and Kilgrave raised his right hand and actually took Peter's punch in his hand. In Peter's shocked gaze, a huge force suddenly came from Kilgrave's hand, pushing Peter directly two meters away.

A smile of surprise appeared on Kilgrave's face, as if he hadn't thought his body had been elevated to this point. But the surprise soon turned to confidence again.

"I've told you all—" he walked slowly toward Peter. We are one kind. ”