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When Luke knocked on the door of the house, the owner of the house almost screamed. A large black man who looked to be a head taller than him, carried on his shoulders an unconscious man dressed as a thief, and in his hands a middle-aged man who was covered in blood and looked like he had just come out of a murder scene. For most normal people, closing the door immediately and calling the police should be the wisest choice.

However, Kilgrave, who was being held by Luke, changed his mind with just one sentence and welcomed them into his home.

"I need water, bandages, and disinfectant." At this time, Kilgrave's face was still as pale as a dead man, and his spirit was extremely tired. But even in this form, there is still an inexplicable majesty in the words he utters.

"Understood, sir, it's just that the bandages in my medical kit at home have been used up, and they haven't been replenished yet." The owner of the house looked a little apprehensive, while Kilgrave frowned, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone

"Then go and add now, go ask the neighbor next door. If they hadn't, there would have been a few emergency pharmacies in the city by now. Whatever method you're going to use, I need those things. Kilgrave didn't seem to realize what a trouble this was, and just as he was about to continue to close his eyes and recuperate, something suddenly occurred to him.

"By the way, what's your blood type?"

"Blood type B, sir." The young homeowner replied respectfully and honestly, unaware that the answer had saved him from death.

"That's a bit of a shame. Forget it, just give me some food with high sugar content. Kilgrave frowned, but quickly stretched out again. This kind of injury should be almost healed after two days of recuperation. ”

"What about our captives?" Luke on the side. Cage asked. Matt, who was still unconscious, had just been thrown on the couch in the hall by him. There was a strange indentation on his chest, and with each heaval of his chest, a look of pain appeared on his face.

"He—" Kilgrave closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before looking at the owner of the house, who was still standing. Before you go out, help us with that piece of chain. Be sturdy enough. Give me the key to your garage by the way. ”

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A basin of cold water was poured on Matt's head, and he finally woke up from his coma. He coughed sharply twice and spat out a mouthful of phlegm with blood clots. After regaining consciousness, Matt struggled, but his weak limbs could not do anything about the chains that bound him.

"I advise you not to move." A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he was directly pressed to sit down again. The voice was quite familiar. If memory serves, it should be the man with unparalleled strength and indestructible skin.

"Tut-tut. Judging by the way you fought Luke before, I really didn't expect you to be blind. Kilgrave sat in a chair in front of him, his tone half mocking and half surprised. He glanced at Matt's blank eyes with interest and nodded. "If you don't have that serious flaw, you might be qualified to be one of us."

"I don't really understand what you're talking about, but now it seems that I'm being captured by you?" Matt, who had been stripped of his black mask, showed no surprise or fear at his current situation, much to Kilgrave's lack of interest.

"Yes, it does."

"What about my companions?"

"Your companions are also in our hands." A strange smile appeared on Kilgrave's face. "Matt, that's your name, right? Your companion has revealed a lot of information about you after being tortured. ”

Matt was silent for a moment before he spoke firmly, "You're lying. ”

"Oh?" Kilgrave's eyebrows curled, and he suddenly felt that the man in front of him had become interesting. "Why do you think so?"

Naturally, your heartbeat sped up by two seconds as you spoke, and I didn't hear a third person in the entire building.

Matt didn't give this unbelievable answer, and continued to keep silent. After a few seconds, seeing that Matt had no desire to speak, Kilgrave lost a little patience.

"Speak, tell me who you are, and the identity of your companions." He commanded Matt in a firm tone, and then lay back in his chair. All that was needed now was to wait for the man in front of him to say everything that was in his mind.

Placket...

My identity... Peter's identity...

A strange feeling rose in Matt's heart, and for some reason, he felt that the man in front of him sounded so kind. In that case, there will be no problem listening to what he has to say. Then it must be the right choice to tell him everything about yourself and everything about Peter...

Matt's expression struggled, sometimes calm, sometimes hideous. His intellect was constantly blocking the instincts that were in his body, but for the first time he felt that his will was so powerless. After more than ten seconds, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Kilgrave laughed, and just as he thought that Matt's self-will, like everyone else, had been weighed down by his own abilities, Matt's cold tone shattered his natural thoughts.

"I refuse." Although it was very difficult, Matt did say these three words word by word. And when he finished saying this short sentence, Matt exhaled deeply, and his expression became relaxed.

Kilgrave's expression suddenly turned ugly, his features distorted by the anger that lacked a hint of fear. He raised his hand and slapped Matt in the face.

A loud slap slap was given to Matt's face, causing the right side of his face to swell rapidly. But Matt only smiled faintly, not angry or frightened.

"You're scared." Coughing up some blood again, Matt smiled and followed Kilgrave in a tone of course. "You're afraid you're going to keep failing. Why, is your power ineffective against my companions? ”

"Invalid?" As if insulted, Kilgrave immediately stood up. And because of the amount of blood loss in his own body, such a violent movement made him feel a little dizzy, and his body shook twice. With an angry face, he slapped Matt again. "How dare you say that my abilities will be ineffective? Very well, you managed to me off. ”

He picked up a cup from the table next to him and filled it with water. He gritted his teeth and tore a scabbed wound on his arm again, dropping two drops of oozing blood into the glass of water.

"Luke, let him give me this glass of water to drink." He looked at Luke with a grim face. Cage gave the order. And the other party did it word for word. He used his brute force to force Matt's mouth open, and poured the fishy water into Matt.

Matt choked and coughed, but he swallowed most of the water into his stomach. Kilgrave smiled with satisfaction and began to deal with the wound he had just made again.

"You're really good, most normal people will be controlled by me just a few seconds after they come into contact with my Fairmont virus, and those who are so-called determined often don't last more than a minute. Damon, you should know each other, you've fought before. He resisted my control for ten hours, but when he drank the water containing my blood, he lasted less than half an hour. ”

Matt gritted his teeth, and the strange comfort he had felt before resurfaced in his heart. And this time, its intensity seems to have been magnified dozens of times.

"Alright, now let me see how long you can hold on."