Joe's condition is not promising. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The gunshot wound to his left shoulder, although not very deep, should have hurt a major blood vessel.

Due to the lack of time, they only did the most basic bandaging, and now the situation has become a bit tricky. For the past few minutes, it had been oozing blood, and it had already stained most of Joe's shirt red.

A person has about five liters of blood in his body. When the body loses more than 15% of its blood, various side effects such as dizziness, paleness, and weakness of the limbs appear. And when a person's blood loss reaches more than 30%, more serious symptoms can follow, and even lead to life-threatening symptoms. And Joe has undoubtedly entered this danger zone.

If this is not dealt with as soon as possible, I am afraid that he will not be able to go far and die from blood loss.

Peter took off Joe's suit, tore it into strips of cloth, and began to redress the gunshot wound on his shoulder. This would somewhat reduce the rate of blood loss from him, but it was obviously not enough. Peter was not a medical professional, and was already sweating profusely, but his helmet did a good job of believing all his expressions.

"The warhead is still inside the wound. I can't handle this for the time being. You hold on for a while. This basement has a secret passage to the outside world. We'll be safe as long as we go to a crowded place. ”

"Ah, that old passage! How did you know this information? Joe's face was suddenly realised, and then he became a little curious. But the weakness in his tone was becoming more and more apparent. "Could it be that you were once a member of the Moretti family?"

"I'm sorry that I don't have anything to do with your family. I interrogated a few people here, and one of them was this rather interesting news. Peter replied as he bandaged, trying to make his tone as calm as he could, though the impatience in his heart was growing stronger by now.

The mysterious attackers couldn't find their location for a while, but it was only a matter of time before they found it. Now Joe has almost become a burden in terms of mobility. All of a sudden, Peter even had the idea of leaving him here.

Joe, on the other hand, helped him to put the idea straight away.

"Leave me behind, and you can go by yourself." Joe sighed and closed his eyes. "To tell you the truth, even if you can get me out, I'm afraid I won't get any decent pay."

"I'm not here to save you for the money." Peter said in a flat tone, and he tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the bandage on Joe's shoulder.

"Oh?" Joe was slightly surprised. "In your heroism, you will also save a scum like me for free? You know, I'm afraid that there will be no fewer people who will die at my hands than those who will die tonight. If you want to be your hero, then I shouldn't be your enemy, right? ”

"You're not my friend either. After I take you out, you will be delivered to the police. ”

"Police?" Joe almost laughed. "You might as well shoot me with one shot, it's easier. Didn't you see it for yourself tonight? There has been an explosion of this magnitude in the center of New York City, and sirens have not been heard until now. I'm dead in their hands. ”

"I'll send you to the New York Police Department. There are many people there, and it is impossible for the other party to buy them all. You go and apply for witness protection. You are the top of the Moriti family, and if you are willing to put what is in your head out there, I believe you can get the highest level of protection. Peter tightened the strip of cloth in his hand, and then tied a small bow, and the bandage was finished.

Peter closed his eyes and pressed his hand against Joe's wound. The mental power in his mind began to be rapidly consumed, and the Force was transformed into the gentlest form, slowly entering Joe's wound from his palm, transforming into Joe's own life force.

Peter held on for seven or eight seconds before breaking the link, taking two steps back and taking a few deep breaths. It is not very difficult to use the Force to heal oneself, but it can be quite troublesome to use it on others. Not only does the healing effect have to be lost a lot in the process of transmission, but it also consumes more mental energy to maintain this delicate operation. In the short period of time just now, Peter's mental power was consumed by nearly half, making him feel tired.

At that moment, footsteps came from the stairs, and their hearts froze. Peter motioned for Joe, who was still recovering, to stay where he was, and stood up himself.

Luckily, there were only two of them. Peter picked up the stainless steel ladle he hadn't thrown away and launched a surprise attack the moment they entered the basement. His steel spoon slammed into the head of the first man.

In order to achieve a quick victory, Peter also deliberately used the Force to strengthen his arm on this blow. And the effect was quite obvious, the man was directly stunned by this blow and fell to the ground.

Only then did the second person react and raise his gun. It seems that they didn't expect that their target would really hide in this basement. With a swing of Peter's spoon, he knocked his pistol away, and his left hand slammed into his throat. With a little effort, the man's breathing was suddenly forcibly blocked by the Force, and his hands kept beating wildly, trying to struggle away. But within seconds, he was suffocated and unconscious.

"Let's go!" After dealing with the two men, Peter quickly pulled Joe up. Now that some blood has returned to his face, his mobility has recovered a lot.

After a short search, they found the so-called secret tunnel. Unlike the ornate escape passage in the villain's base camp in the movie that Peter imagined, after opening the gate, only a dirt hole about a meter and a half high appeared in front of them. There was not the slightest light in the cave, and it was completely dark.

In this environment, Peter can barely rely on his Force induction to grope around, while Joe can only be blind. Peter pulled out his flashlight and handed it to Joe.

"This used to be a repair passage. It leads to a now-abandoned metro track. Joe walked in front and explained as he walked towards Peter. This was discovered when the Coventro Mansion was remodeled more than forty years ago. We spent a little money to get the passage all the way down to the basement. You see, we've arrived. ”

Their surroundings suddenly became spacious, and at last they had the feel of a man-made underground passage. Peter looked back and saw that the passage they had just walked down was nothing more than a large hole in the wall. Joe was obviously more familiar with this place than Peter, and looked left and right to determine the direction they should go next.

"Back in the day, I was always beaten up when I ran down here to play. At the time, we probably didn't expect to actually use it. Joe said with a wry smile. It didn't take long for a door to appear in front of them. Peter stepped forward and opened the door with a few fumbles.

After this door, they should be safe. Peter could even hear the vibrating of trains on the tracks in the distance. Both of them eased up a bit.

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Their pursuers discovered the direction of their escape after two minutes.

Looking at the big hole without the slightest light, the man at the head turned pale, and kicked the two people who were still lying on the ground and hadn't woken up yet.

"We have sent so many men tonight and lost four brothers. You're telling me now that the second most important target of our mission has managed to escape? He uttered the words word by word, and the crowd around him bowed their heads, not daring to make eye contact with him.

Seeing that there was no one around him who dared to contradict him at this time, the man looked a little dissatisfied and disappointed, snorted and turned away.

"Line up two squads to go down and keep tracking them down, while the rest of the people go clean up the scene. I'm going to make a phone call with my boss. ”

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At the other end of downtown New York, inside the presidential suite of a hotel. Wesley, dressed in a formal suit, hung up the phone and turned to report back to his boss.

"We have lost the number two target. He has escaped from our first encirclement. Wesley said in a very flat tone, with no intention of covering up the bad news at all. It has now been possible to identify the friend we talked to earlier about who likes to wear a red mask and is assisting Target Two. This time he seemed to have changed his outfit. ”

"You mean, the weasel broke our agreement?"

"Probably not." Wesley pushed his glasses. "This time, this man should have acted alone. He doesn't even know who we are. ”

"Can you negotiate with him through a weasel? I don't want to be meaninglessly for me... Create more enemies. ”

Wesley nodded. "It should be fine, I'll arrange it now. But I beg your pardon to ask, what should we do if the other side does not accept our terms? ”

"So after that call, you need to make another one." His boss replied. "Inform the people of the Second Encirclement. With so much of my money, they're going to have to do something worthy of this salary. ”

Wesley nodded.