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But none of the three had any bad thoughts. Anyone who could be pulled over by their mentor must have something special about him, just like the captain.

"Okay, Peter, just have a brief chat with Ian and the others."

"I want to talk to the captain about something."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the captain.

When Peter saw three people of his age, his previous reservedness suddenly dissipated a lot.

Remy greeted Ian in front of him in a somewhat familiar manner: "Hello, my name is Peter Parker, you can just call me Peter."

However, when he walked up to Vera, face to face, and looked at her delicate face and soft black hair, Peter's heart beat slightly.

He didn't dare to look directly into the other person's eyes that were as bright as gems.

He introduced himself with some stammering: "Hello, you...you can just call me Peter. What's your name?"

Vera looked at Peter, who had just spoken fluently with Remi and Ian, but had a stutter when communicating with her.

He suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Peter, hello, my name is Vera Fatil, a student of Mentor Lockhart, a wizard, you can call me Vera."

Peter subconsciously stretched out his hand, touched it lightly, then retracted it and said a little stiffly: "Hello...Hello, Vera."

After saying that, Peter thought back to his performance just now and felt a little embarrassed. He wished a crack would appear in the ground so he could crawl into it.

Seeing this, Vera smiled faintly and resolved Peter's embarrassment with one sentence.

"Peter, Instructor Steve is usually very gentle, but he is very strict during training. There will be fighting in the middle. I hope we can work together in the future training."

After hearing this, Peter was slightly certain in his heart and nodded heavily. Then, he asked curiously, "Vera, what does the captain usually train?"

Remi, who was watching from the side, interrupted directly: "Peter, Instructor Steve trained us in close combat, cultivated practical experience, and..."

As they communicated, Peter slowly started chatting with Remi, Ian, and Vera.

I have a deeper understanding of the so-called training.

At this moment, Lockhart stood in front of the captain, looking at the four people communicating, with a smile on his face.

Then, he reminded Steve next to him: "Steve, Peter is quite strong, whether it's strength, agility, or combat intuition, they are far beyond ordinary people."

"They just happen to complement Ian and the other two. Let them train well and make up for the weaknesses of both sides."

Hearing this, Steve nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Seeing this, Lockhart glanced at Gugu beside him and the small treadmill on the ground.

He stretched out his magic wand and swept it slightly, and in an instant, Gugu was pulled onto the treadmill again to start today's exercise.

Goo!Goo!

Gugu, feeling that he had been struck by an unexpected disaster, cried out in dissatisfaction.

But he found that his keeper didn't care at all, so he had no choice but to keep running forward and start today's exercise.

Lockhart, on the other hand, opened a portal and left.

The upgrade of Universal Book Cafe cannot be done by Bruno alone, he also needs to keep an eye on it.

.................

"Peter, be careful to dodge the next attack."

Steve stood next to the sandbag throwing machine, looking at Peter 10 meters away, and lightly touched the button with his hand to remind him.

"Okay, instructor, I'm ready."

Peter felt mixed emotions at the moment. Just now he felt that he was receiving training from the captain, but after a while, he found that he seemed to have become a training tool.

Is it because I am too good?

While Peter was thinking, suddenly...

call!

Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, a sandbag the size of a fist shot towards Peter as powerful as a bullet.

At the same time, Peter seemed to sense something and took a light step to the left, and the sandbag flew backwards past its previous position.

next moment.

call!call!call!

Nine sandbags rushed towards Peter from different directions like arrows, as if to surround him.

When Peter noticed it, he saw nine sandbags rushing towards him and activated his super senses.

In his naked eyes, the flying speed of the sandbag became very slow, and even the flying trajectory came into view.

He even had time to look at Vera's gaze not far away, which was fixed on him.

The brain calculates quickly, takes a step to the left, then pauses slightly, takes two steps forward, and takes another step sideways...

The whole process seemed very leisurely, relaxing and comfortable.

Well, it is unknown how much of the factor is the desire to show off in front of girls.

At the same time, nine flying sandbags passed directly through Peter's original position as if there was no hindrance.

boom! boom! boom!

Peter was unharmed as nine sandbags hit the wall behind him.

Snap! Snap! ....

Seeing this, Steve clapped his hands lightly and said in praise, "Peter's reaction is very good."

Then, he said to Ian and the other two, "Remi, you three should take Peter's performance as a goal to train your reaction ability."

"Whether it's bullets, magic, or other weapons, you have to know how to dodge them quickly. Don't just think about fighting head-on."

After hearing this, the three of them looked at Peter who was walking over and nodded quickly.

"Instructor, what else do you need me to do next?" Peter replied somewhat resentfully.

I originally thought that I would be able to receive combat skills personally taught by Captain America, but I was shocked to find that the captain was teaching everyone how to improve their reaction speed and avoid attacks.

And what about him?

In this regard, relying on his intuition and extraordinary senses, he can be said to be fully capable.

As a result, Steve was amused when he saw it.

Professor Lockhart is right. If we don’t use such a good demonstration tool now, when will we use it?

He used Peter as a demonstration to teach everyone how to avoid attacks.

However, facing Peter's question, Steve thought about it and said to the three people: "First, you can do some simple training with the machine to see how good your evasion skills are."

Then, he looked at Peter next to him and asked in a deep voice: "Peter, in terms of combat, because of your special physique, ordinary training will not work for you."

"I think combat training might be more suitable for you."

"Tonight, we have an operation to train combat experience. Do you want to participate?"

At this point, Steve reminded: "During the operation, we will definitely kill the enemy. Think it through and then tell me."

Chapter 241: The Hunt from the New York Temple

At night, in Hell's Kitchen, in an abandoned factory.

Deep inside the factory, the light of torches flickered, making the entire factory seem even more eerie.

The sight was focused on the bright area, on a flat ground deep in the factory, a man in black robe stood in the middle. Opposite him, 20 deaf-mutes who had just been created by the Hand and Society were looking at the man in black robe in front of them with great fear.

They had just lost the ability to speak, and apart from the world in front of them which was still somewhat colorful, everything was silent. Even to get here, someone had to drive them here with sticks.

I believe that before long, the world that was once bright and colorful in their eyes will turn black and white, and everything will be despair.

At this moment, the man in black robe opened his hands and said as if he was enjoying it very much: "Intense fear, mixed with despair after hope was shattered, a good sacrifice."

"Lawrence, I have brought the sacrifices you need. Don't forget what you promised us later."

Alexandra, the Five Fingers of the Hand Society standing nearby, spoke in a low voice, while Erica, the Black Sky Carrier standing nearby, stared at the man in black robes expressionlessly.

The man in black robe, or rather, the Dormammu follower Lawrence, turned his head to look at Alexandra, and looked at Erica with some fear.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, the sacrifices made by your Hand are good. I believe we will have more cooperation in the future."

"It's just checking some traces, simple."

As he spoke, Lawrence stretched out his skinny left arm, which was covered with various black lines, and waved it gently.

A black mist quickly gushed out from his right hand, spreading throughout the entire factory, gradually covering the deaf-mute Alexandra and the black sky.

"Black sky." Alexandra said coldly.

In an instant, Erica stepped lightly on the ground, and a blood-red halo with a strange aura enveloped Alexandra and herself.

At the same time, she dispersed the black fog around her. However, perhaps knowing that the fog was useful, Erica did not disperse it completely, but only dispersed it about three meters away.

The next moment, the black mist seemed to sense something and continued to surge, and then the scene changed.

The fog cleared and the factory returned to normal.

No, to be precise, it was restored to the scene 10 days ago.

A large number of deaf-mute workers had expressionless faces, as if they were machines making white powder. From time to time, some armed thugs could be seen wandering around.

Seeing this, Alexandra's eyes revealed anticipation.

Lawrence, a follower of Dormammu, said: "Everything you want to know about what happened in the factory that day is happening here again."

After hearing this, Alexandra nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then continued to focus her eyes on the scene in front of her.

He wanted to see who was so blind as to dare to confront his opponent and take action.

Soon, under Aristotle's gaze, this group of thugs, for some unknown reason, threw their guns to the ground like crazy, but soon, the guns floated in the air and flew in front of three young men upstairs, to be precise, two men and one woman.

Alexandra memorized the faces of the three people and prepared to go back to investigate.

The scene below made Alexandra frown slightly. These thugs were fighting like blind people, and then one by one, they were knocked down by the three young men like wooden sticks as if they were drinking water or eating.

"Lawrence, can you reproduce the sound?" Alexandra asked. He felt that the behavior of these thugs was a bit strange, but unfortunately there was no sound. He could only watch them open their mouths and could not get any further information.

"No, we can only replay the scene." Lawrence on the side replied calmly.

However, he looked at the branches in the hands of the three young men with great interest, or to be more precise, the magic wands, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank.

After the thugs were dealt with, a handsome figure emerged, and Lawrence just stared at the ring on his right hand, or to be more precise... the hanging ring.

"Kama-Taj, I didn't expect..." Terence murmured to himself, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wizard of Kamar-Taj, this is the best sacrifice to our Lord.

Then they saw four people talking, Ian and his two companions dealt with the thugs, while Lockhart comforted the deaf-mute man and took him away.

After all the scenes ended, Terence waved his arms again and the scene returned to the beginning.

Seeing this, Alexandra recalled the scene she had just seen, and a hint of caution flashed in her eyes.

I originally thought that they were just some ordinary vigilantes, but I didn't expect that they would involve extraordinary powers.

Judging from the posture just now, they are training apprentices and preparing to use their hands and skills as stepping stones.

Thinking of this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Alexandra's eyes.

Then, after thinking for a moment, he said to Lawrence beside him, "100 sacrifices like before, kill them, okay?"

After hearing this, Lawrence raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Of course there is no problem, but I want all the sacrifices first."

However, Alexandra did not realize that although the other party's words were calm, there was a hint of sarcasm in them.

"Too many, 30 at most, and the rest will be given after they are completed." Alexandra said directly.

"Okay, no problem." Dormammu follower Lawrence agreed very readily.

This made Alexandra secretly feel bad, but she didn't say much. After all, in the end, whether the other party could get these 70 believers was another matter.

Afterwards, after a brief chat, he took the black space carrier Erica and left.

When Lawrence saw the two people leave, the corners of his mouth curled up.

These blasphemers who stole the power of the gods would be good candidates for sacrifice.