The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"O~ my dear Jessica, why don't you eat this good tomahawk steak?"

A man in a black suit sat at a long table, pushed the plate in front of him aside, and stared at the girl opposite with a disgruntled look.

"Kilgrave... Let me go..." Jessica's voice sounded a little shaky, with trepidation on her face, but her eyes were filled with anger, and she glared angrily at the man sitting opposite her.

"Let you go? Oh, this can't work..." Kilgrave smiled wickedly, revealing two rows of white, neat teeth.

Looking at Kilgrave, Jessica's eyes were red, she clenched her fists, held back tears and took a few deep breaths, and then gritted her teeth and said: "You will regret it, you will definitely regret it!"

"Is it? Hahaha..." Kilgrave didn't care at all, but laughed.

"But I'm looking forward to it, Jessica, you know? Since you became my forbidden body, I love that you look at me with this kind of eyes every day, trying to escape but never being able to escape, haha... Jessica, you will only be mine!

"But it's okay if you don't want to eat this steak, butler! Come here!

Kilgrave stretched out his hand and patted the table with some dissatisfaction, and a butler immediately stepped forward respectfully from behind, bent down and stood beside him, obeying his orders.

"I'm not happy with the dish made by this unknown chef, take Jessica's steak down, I hope you can cut off his head with this tomahawk steak, okay?" Dear Mr. Butler. Kilgrave looked at the butler with an evil smile that made people shudder.

"Yes, I see, master..." The paper-white butler bowed compulsively, then turned and took a mouthful of untouched steak to the kitchen.

"Kilgrave! You damn devil!

Jessica shouted, clutching the table in front of her with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes, and her body trembling.

"Haha... My Jessica, you're getting more and more interesting. Looking at her like this, Kilgrave looked even more excited.

He walked up to Jessica, lifted Jessica's chin lightly, and stretched out his thumb to gently rub her soft lips.

"Whew..." Jessica roared inwardly, trying to struggle out of his clutches, but her body was indifferent, unable to shake Kilgrave at all.

"Be obedient, Jessica, my Jessica~ You will be my queen, it will be!" Kilgrave's one hand roamed Jessica's chest, and the other tore at her clothes.

Jessica gritted her teeth and watched all this, but she couldn't move, she couldn't even make a cry for help, and her heart was broken.

Finally, Kilgrave stopped moving and looked at Jessica, whose eyes were red and tearful, and a gloomy color flashed under his eyes: "How?" Unwilling?

But she still bit her lower lip tightly and didn't speak.

"I'm sorry, Jessica, you'll always be my doll, always!" With that, Kilgrave began to tear her clothes again.

Jessica was already completely desperate, closed her eyes, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, a light cough interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere in the room: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Hearing this, Kilgrave's pupils shrank sharply and he raised his head, his gaze cast to the gate, and he saw a young man in a black leather jacket and blue jeans standing there.

"Are you?" Kilgrave frowned: "I didn't expect you to be dead yet, it really surprised me."

"Hmph, you're not dead, why am I willing to die first?" Lance snorted coldly, and then slowly walked towards them.

"Jessica..." Kilgrave looked at the ravaged woman in front of him, the expression on his face was still calm, as if the person who did these things just now was not himself: "Go, kill him for me." "

Yes... Mr. Kilgrave..." Jessica nodded through gritted teeth and stood up with disheveled difficulty.

"I'm looking forward to your performance." A cruel smile was outlined at the corner of Kilgrave's mouth, and he was full of confidence in Jessica's ability, presumably he could easily take down this uninvited man.

Jessica took a deep breath, then took a step and walked in the direction of Lance: "You—get out of here... I can't help myself..."

Jessica's tone was anxious, but she didn't stop, and at the moment she was completely controlled by Beckie Grave.

Lance looked at the oncoming Jessica and did not panic: "Your heartbeat is very chaotic, I can feel it."

"You go quickly, otherwise, it's really too late!" A flash of worry flashed in Jessica's eyes, she didn't want to hurt people, but she would always be forced to do such a thing by Kilgrave.

Jessica, who was already close to Lance, raised her hand with despair in her eyes, she did not do a lot of this kind of thing, the harmless appearance of humans and animals was close to each other, and then gently slapped down, and the simple two steps slapped many people.

The palm sank so hard that Kilgrave didn't let her keep her hand and slapped him the chest, enough to break a thick steel bar.

Jessica had already imagined Lance's chest shattered, her mouth spitting blood and falling to the ground, looking at her with a surprised face, and dying here unwillingly.

And Kilgrave will watch his shattered body abuse her again....

But the next scene was completely reversed, and this palm was lightly blocked by Lance, and did not hurt him in the slightest.

Instinctive reflexively, he swung his other hand into a fist and hammered it towards his face.

But where is Jessica, who has not systematically learned to fight, Lance's opponent? Not to mention... She couldn't beat Lance with strength and speed alone.

Lance grabbed Jessica's arm to the right, blocked her fist with her arm, and then held her left hand slightly loosened and leaned forward, pinching her neck, ignoring Jessica's struggle, lifting her left hand upwards, suddenly leaving her feet off the ground.

"Boom!"

The beautiful lock-throat throw slammed Jessica to the floor, directly smashing out a deep pit.

Jessica, who had not yet reacted, was directly lying in the pit with a dull gaze, her eyes looking straight at the ceiling, herself... Did it fall so quickly? My back... It hurts....

"This is your hole card?" Lance, who clapped his hands, looked up at Kilgrave with an idiot-like expression.

"Damn it, you dare to insult me, come out! My lovely servants! The

first time Kilgrave was looked down upon, he immediately became angry, and with a wave of his hand, twenty or thirty people rushed upstairs and in the room, copying all kinds of weapons and rushing towards Lance.

In fact, Kilgrave's personal combat effectiveness is not strong, and if he is not affected by the pheromone hormone he personally emits, he can only hit two or three ordinary people.

"Tom, why do you say they always look for ordinary people?" Lance shook his head and sighed a little helplessly.

"It's hard work, and you have to keep your hands."