This section of ventilation duct at Runda Shopping Centre is quite spacious, with a width of nearly one and a half meters. As long as www.biquge.info didn't stand up, it could barely make the two of them crawl side by side. It didn't take much effort for Peter and Joe to squeeze in and start crawling forward.

There was no light at all in this ventilation tunnel, and Joe could only faintly see a trace of the silhouette of Peter, who was less than half a meter away in front of him, and naturally there was a sense of fear in his heart. But seeing that Peter in front of him was so relaxed, Joe could only temporarily feel uneasy in his heart.

Less than twenty seconds after they entered the ventilation duct, four loud gunshots rang out beneath them, and the door to the storage room was kicked open.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the number of people entering the storage room sounded small, and it seemed that they were also wary. The men began to scatter and began to search the room carefully.

But they shouldn't have discovered the mystery in the ceiling yet. By this time, Peter and Joe had already climbed more than ten meters away from the ventilation duct. However, as they turned a corner, a steel grille blocked their way.

Through the steel grille, Peter Shadow could see a glimmer of light in front of him. The next passage is much narrower, and although it can also allow an adult to pass through, there is undoubtedly a lot less space for this activity.

"Wait a minute." Peter placed his hand on top of the grille, closed his eyes, and began to carefully mobilize the mental energy in his mind. After the investigation was completed, the screws holding the metal grille in place spun rapidly under the delicate control of Peter's mind, and within a few seconds, the steel grille, which had lost its support, was easily broken off by Peter.

However, perhaps it had not been replaced for too long, and there was still a layer of rust left at the link between the grille and the ventilation duct, allowing it to make a loud, unpleasant sharp grinding sound when it was pulled. Peter's body froze for a moment, but his heart sank. It is impossible for those people not to hear such a loud sound.

He secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly let Joe get through first. And he himself followed behind him, picking up the metal grille he had just put aside. However, at this very moment, a dense burst of gunfire was heard below them. Before they could react, more than a dozen bullets pierced the ceiling below them, bouncing in all directions through the ventilation ducts.

The place where the opponent attacked was a little wrong from their position, but fortunately Peter was not affected. But a ricocheting shot slipped diagonally through Peter's right shoulder and hit Joe's right leg as he crawled forward. He suddenly snorted, his face turned pale, and he collapsed directly.

"Damn." Peter cursed. His passive pre-knowledge powers only seem to work when it comes to himself. And with a mistake just now, Joe was basically incapacitated. Although he can still crawl with his left leg and arm in the ventilation duct, it will be difficult to move around later.

And the enemy's reaction also found it quite tricky for him.

"Second Squad! You guys climb into the ventilation ducts and keep up with them! A rather grumpy voice came from the room below, and what he said made Peter's heart beat a few times. The rest keep up! Let's go plug these damn loaches! ”

Damn it! If they were caught up in the ventilation duct, they would be able to easily take out them trapped in this small space with just a few bullets.

"I know you're probably in pain to death now, but if you're still alive, let me hurry up and crawl forward!" Peter lowered his voice and said viciously. And Joe understood the situation they were in. He gritted his teeth and continued to crawl forward.

At this moment, there was a lot of movement from the ventilation duct they had just come over, and those killers had already entered the place. Peter waved his hand, and several screws that had fallen to the ground flew back into his hands. He shrank his head, then pulled hard, lifting the steel fence back into place.

He was a little too hard this time, and a tingling sensation came from his chest again, and his breathing became difficult in just a few seconds. Peter covered the wound on his chest and felt a touch of wetness between his fingers.

But his attention was not distracted in the slightest. The screws slowly floated from his palms, and the steel fence was re-secured under his telekinesis.

Just then, the first killer crawled around the corner, his flashlight shining on Peter's helmet. The man was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting to find his target so soon.

Peter did not make the same mistake, and when he was sure that the steel fence had been replaced, Peter turned around and began to climb forward. The man only reacted now, pulled out the pistol in his arms and fired several shots in Peter's direction. But they were easily blocked by the steel fence.

The killer quickly climbed a few steps forward and grabbed the steel fence. He shook it vigorously a few times, but found that it had not moved a little, and it was quite solid.

It's hell of a thing, the killer's brain can't be used all at once. I saw that guy trying to install this thing just now, and I didn't see any special means used. But this steel fence was really locked, and he couldn't pull it open, so he could only watch his target disappear into the dark passage.

"Second Squad reports! The trap of the other party stopped us, and we could not pursue it for the time being. According to the passage taken by the other party, the destination should be in a storage room on the fourth floor of the upper floor! The man said with some reluctance, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

The scene of Michael slamming the door open with a gun suddenly came to his mind. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed his gun at the corner of the steel fence and pulled the trigger.

"Ahh The killer clutched his head and screamed. The moment the pistol's bullet hit the iron frame, it shattered into countless pieces of iron and exploded in all directions. One of them sliced through his eyelids, tearing off a large patch of flesh and stabbing firmly into his eye.

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A hundred meters to the northwest of here, a figure is running between the rooftops of the buildings.

After a short run, the masked man jumped from a ten-story roof. With a wave of his right hand, the hook rope in his hand shot out like an arrow, biting the railing of a balcony on the opposite residential building. The rope tightened, and the masked man's body arced in midair, grabbing a water pipe exposed from the wall.

He took a deep breath, and with a sudden force of his right hand, his body jumped four or five feet upward. He kicked the wall twice and reached for the edge of the balcony one floor up to him. Without the slightest pause, the hook in his hand shot out again, hooking the edge of the window on the upper floor. His climbing movements are so dexterous that they seem to be as simple as a normal person walking on flat ground.

Even with the help of the Force, Peter was still having a hard time getting to where he was. The person in front of him was able to do this easily with just the strength of his own body, and he was able to perform this kind of ability, which is very similar to the 'light gong' mentioned in the Chinese story.

After just a dozen breaths, he reached the top of the building. If he heard him right, his second goal should be here. But that has changed.

Someone came one step ahead of him.

On the other side of the wide clearing, the sniper had collapsed in a pool of blood. His throat was slit, and a long knife pierced his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

A young woman with her hair dyed a dazzling bright purple stood next to the corpse. She was very pretty, and a black tights also outlined her devilish figure, but there was a twisted scar in the center of her brow that extended to the left side of her chin.

The mysterious female mercenary in the bar, Purple Eyes.

She kicked the corpse away and pulled out the long knife. With a flick of the knife, she swept all the blood off the knife, and aimed the blade at the masked man, the corners of her mouth curled upward.