World Code 427

Peter crouched in front of the passenger seat in the car, where there was only a small narrow space, and he was forced to crouch there, because he was in the same position for too long, and his whole body was in a bad state (leg numbness was just For one thing), and now even his mouth is duct-taped, and Peter hates that thing because it hurts when it comes off (he's had experience with it, though it's not a good one).

Perry looked at Sierra who was sitting in the driving seat, and his sight was slowly climbed up by his hands holding the steering wheel. In fact, to be honest, he felt that Sierra was different from before—the number of times he had contacted this man Not too little, not only in terms of appearance and feeling, but now he can't say or ask anything.

Hell, Peter cursed in his heart, the pain after the arm was removed still lingered on the senses of the body, although now his arm has been installed, he wants to move his body to find a more comfortable position, if luck If it was good enough, he could pull the key out of his trousers pocket and try to cut the tape that held him.

"I haven't given up yet, Peter, it's really you," Sera still looked ahead, if no one knew that there was a person kneeling under the passenger seat of his car, they would definitely be puzzled by his soliloquy , so Sera said lightly, "But this is the end of the story of the great savior, no matter which one you can stop."

Which me—Peter couldn't understand Serra's words, although he might not ask questions if he took off his sealing tape, but now he has only this choice—listen carefully.

"You still feel weird, right, but now is not the time to explain. I will prepare coffee and dessert for you, and we can talk about it," Sera glanced down at him, and he saw the hair on the top of Peter's head. Spinning, but wanted to laugh, so he did it, "We're leaving New York soon, it's going to be a big trip, I hope you have a good time."

"..." Peter didn't even want to make a sound, he felt that the whimpering voice would make him feel worse, even though his mind was full of what Stark told him now-let alone take out the keys After wearing off the tape that bound him, he can't even move his arms now, because as time goes by, in addition to his physical discomfort, his mood has become more and more anxious.

Sierra looked at him and joked a little bit from time to time, which was something he liked to do, because looking at Peter Perry, the guy who once got the help of his companions and gave him a knife, was now tied up in front of him, pale. Weakly almost kneeling on the ground, unable to refute every word he said - this kind of deep sense of accomplishment, although this person may not be the one he really wanted to find.

The car bumped and came to a certain place. As soon as the car stopped, Sera pulled Peter out of it. Peter's eyes couldn't even adapt to the light outside. He was pushed into a door. Of course, Sera also Followed in, this place looks very remote, no one can be seen, but this small villa standing here alone is beautiful and exquisite, and it is out of place with this place.

What's going on, this is Sera's home, Peter seems to be asking himself (actually questioning his memory), the house looks good except for the slightly dim light, but it's a little less warm ——After all, we can't expect that this cruel guy can give people enough affinity.

Sela went over and pulled the tape off Peter's face. It hurt, but Peter didn't force it. He frowned, and he could see that the sticky nasty thing had clogged a lot of his hair.

"How much do you know about your own world, Peter?" Sera pushed him, and Peter stepped back a few steps, hitting the edge of the sofa with his calf, and the immobility of his feet and the continued movement of his upper body made him sit on his buttocks. On the sofa, because he was caught off guard, he might have broken his tailbone, but Sera didn't care, "You still have the ability to heal yourself, I guess I guessed it right."

Sera didn't wait for Peter's answer (and didn't expect it at all), he raised his finger and touched Peter's chest and flicked his fingertips, Peter's white shirt was cut neatly in an instant, and the sound of the fabric being torn off It was also accompanied by blood spots on the chest, but not much blood gushed out from it, and the hole closed itself-but Peter was not Claire after all, he still felt the pain.

"What did you bring me here for, Selah!" After being stunned for a few seconds, Peter was completely fed up with Selah's self-directed and self-acted self-talking communication method. He stood up, even though both hands were covered. Tied up, and the clothes began to become disheveled, "You want to arrest me to threaten Morehand to give you the list, stop dreaming, he can't do that."

"It's not worth trading so many of them for you, Morhand understands that," Serra said, "but I don't think so."

"Damn theory."

"I still remember the frightened expression you showed when you saw me for the first time. Although you were very brave to protect your niece, Claire, it wasn't sincere. You were scared, right," he shook Arm, circled in front of Peter and stopped behind him on the left, took his hand and looked at the silver tape paper, "Now you are still afraid, even though you have the ability to heal yourself, you still worry about your life Safe, you are afraid of death, aren't you Peter."

"If I was afraid of death, I wouldn't jump off the floor and let Nathan prove—" Peter cut off because he didn't feel the need to tell him this, and he struggled to escape from Sela's fingers. Go out, but he is still not optimistic, "Let him prove that he will. I didn't know the relationship between Claire and me at the time, I only knew-"

"Save the cheerleader."

When Selah answered, he raised one corner of his mouth and smiled strangely. Before Peter could see God, he was controlled by Selah's super power and raised his hand to the top of his head. At that moment, Peter thought his arm was going to It's over, changing from the posture behind the back (still with the hands bound) to raising the head above the head and then going around to the front, this kind of sharp and challenging movement makes Peter feel like the bones in his shoulders are about to be cut.

"No way! Stop Sela!"

Peter gritted his teeth, he had tried his best to swallow the swear words, but Sela laughed easily, and didn't want to stop, until Peter actually put his hands around his head from the top of his head, he shrugged Shoulder said: "You see this is not very easy."

The top of Peter's head was hot, he was about to lose his limbs with a good bone structure, and now he was still immersed in the pain just now.

"Damn..."

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