Han Feiyu finally discovered Ed's abnormality and hurriedly contacted Aini to prepare for support at any time.

It's not that they don't trust the Elder's strength, but judging by the descriptions of the fierce-looking members in black suits, the target of this mission is clearly an extremely powerful ghost.

Now that they have been chosen to be part of this mission, they want to contribute.

Even if it's a little bit.

"Don't move, I'll be enough alone. Ed's calm voice came over the intercom.

The nobleman from Ireland didn't seem to know the ghost's strength.

Maybe it was clear, but he didn't care.

"Are you sure?" Han Feiyu heard Aini's voice from the walkie-talkie again.

"Yes, the objectives of this mission are a bit tricky, and I can't protect you when I am against him. Ed's voice was slightly solemn.

Han Feiyu wanted to say something, but found that Ed had turned off the walkie-talkie.

He looked worriedly at where Ed had been sitting, though he knew that Ed and the were definitely not there by now.

But he still wanted to see Ed in that position.

Probably because it's a little more reassuring.

...

"Here it is, I won't be able to eat happily tonight if I get any farther away. The ghost in the suit shouted at the figures that climbed over the rooftops in front of him.

He didn't mind if Ed would stop, if Ed didn't stop, he would turn around and go back as soon as possible, take the Chinese girl who had been silently observing for a long time into his arms and take it somewhere to eat.

Ed's forward body paused, and he made a sharp stop in mid-air, turned around and kicked the target behind him.

The ghost apparently didn't expect Ed to sneak up on him, and in a hurry, he turned his head sideways so that Ed's feet landed on his shoulders.

As if he had been hit by a hammer, he was kicked to the sand below, sinking deep into the sand.

Ed landed in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly.

It's not early, and there are not many people on the beach.

It doesn't matter if they are, any human who sees them under the influence of the 'illusion' will think that it is their own delusion.

The ghost didn't care about Ed's gaze, he only cared if Ed would take advantage of this time to attack him.

Fortunately, Ed just looked at him coldly, and he also gave up the idea of using his hole cards in the first place.

He struggled to crawl out of the dirt and said, "I shouldn't have made such a mistake... It's just that I didn't expect that there is a cowardly heart hidden under the appearance of your strong man. ”

"Cowardice, it's the first time I've heard this comment when I'm so big. Ed smiled.

"Only the weak will attack by surprise, the real strong will not take advantage of the unprepared, your left chest, buried in the heart of the weak. The ghost finally came out of the pit and stood up.

Ed looked at the mud and sand on his body and chuckled, "Really strong?"

He shook his head and continued: "I don't understand it that way, I've heard that those who dare to love and hate are strong, those who can attack and accept are strong, and those who oppose each other are strong...... But I have never heard of bullying the weak, and mutilating the weak is the strong. ”

The ghost looked at him sarcastically and asked, "Is this preaching?"

Ed shook his head and said, "I never preach to the dead, what I say is just condemning you. ”

Bullying is a crime.

It is a sin to maim the weak.

His sin should be punished.

The ghost was a little angry and mocked, "Are the people of the Divine Society used to talking like that?"

"Oh, what do we gods say, let's talk about it. Ed was interested, now out of the crowd, and he had plenty of time for him to spend with the ghost to relax his muscles that had been slacking off for too long.

It's time to face Shi Xie's warm-up exercise.

He had just been smashed on his body by Ed's whip leg, although it was not a fatal injury to the head, but since Ed had given him time to recover, he didn't mind recovering one more point.

Because the person in front of him is very strong.

He said: "I like to put myself in the perspective of a winner, that kind of self-talking, I've seen too much these days... You know, I didn't have much interest in killing humans with superpowers like you, because it would take a lot of physical strength and time, but every time I see you pretending, I have the intention of dismantling you and throwing you into the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish. ”

Ed narrowed his eyes.

Killing?

It's not a good verb.

"'Red Pupil', analyze this guy's data. Ed whispered suddenly.

The system known as 'Red Pupil' replied almost instantly, and a gentle female voice came from Ed's Bluetooth headset: "Edward Woods, who served in the U.S. Navy SEALs, retired in 2011 with the rank of second lieutenant after a perfect military career, demonized for unknown reasons, and preliminarily identified as a Class A ghost based on speed, reflexes, defense, and intelligence information. ”

Class A is still under control.

"Second Lieutenant Edward, I have a question I'm curious about, I wonder if you can satisfy my doubts?" Ed walked over to Edward Woods, his tone as relaxed as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

Hearing that familiar name, Edward was unconsciously stunned for a moment, and then said with some amazement: "What a nostalgic name, but now I don't call Edward Woods, my name is Duck Woods!"

The distance between the two narrowed little by little, and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire space.

"Judging by your rank and military career, you can still live a happier life than most people in this world after you retire, you must know that just a month ago you watched a game of the Heat vs. Thunder at the American Airlines Arena in Miami! You still stood up and cheered because of Durant's ultra-long three-pointer! Why did you suddenly mutate your soul a month later and become a ghost who only knows how to kill wildly in Sanya?" Ed asked.

Edward did not answer this question.

After the soul mutation, he helped him improve his physical ability, and he keenly sensed the threat.

The young man in front of him was not as sophisticated as the A-Class commissioners he had killed the other day, but his instincts told him that this young man was far more dangerous than those people.

His instincts have always been accurate, so he's going to put more of his mind on guard than having meaningless chats all the time.

His wounds were almost healed.

He was extremely far away from him.

Vigilance is a good habit that has been cultivated since enlistment.

This is one of the main reasons why he was able to retire alive.

Almost all of his teammates died on that icy battlefield.

Ed shrugged his shoulders and replied, "It's okay if you don't want to answer, after all, my mission is to get rid of you, so whether or not you will repent of the sins you committed in the past will not affect my determination to kill you." ”

Edward's gaze froze, and Ed's shadow suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Huge gunshots rang out from behind him.

There was only one gunshot, but Lovely Dehua clearly felt that five bullets hit his back at the same time, and there was a slight tingling sensation, and he turned around sharply.

White smoke rose from the revolver in Ed's hand.

That's the M500 revolver.

It is said to be the most powerful pistol in the world, but a week ago, it could have knocked out half of its body with just one shot!

Definitely a symphony of bone and blood!

But that's the same thing for me now.

The strengthening of his body by that thing was by no means superficial, he had experimented on his own endurance... One night, he jumped from the height of the twentieth floor, and finally came out unharmed!

Not even a little suffocating.

In this way, this young man's whip leg is even more powerful than a close-range pistol!

He was secretly on guard, but not quietly.

"I'd be disappointed if that's all you have. Edward grasped the speed of progress, and walked towards Ed step by step.

Ed smiled bitterly, the equipment department of the Kulizar Academy gave the students a unified standard equipment is the Austrian Glock17 pistol, and the M500 he is using now is not very powerful, but it has not been modified by the mechanical department after all, and it is far from reaching the point where it can effectively kill A-class ghosts.

Not even the neurotoxins attached to the bullets could be transmitted in Edward's body.

He threw away the gun and unzipped the long trench coat, which drifted away with the sea breeze and fell into the water to be carried away by the sea, and Ed leaned down and pulled a short knife from his waist.

The name of the knife is 'Broken Sky', some places in ancient China called it 'the ancestor of Miao Jiang', according to legend, it is the saber of the ancient three Miao Jiuli tribal alliance Chi You, when the demon god took this knife from Zhu Rong to kill five back and forth!

This story may be just a legend to ordinary people, but every member of the Divine Order knows that it is bloody history! It was the first very official war between the Divine Society and the Ghosts!

This is a knife of the most evil, after that war disappeared for endless years, until the Yuan Dynasty was accidentally picked up by a Mongolian nobleman, and then went around and around for thousands of years, and finally passed into the hands of the Kamien family around 1900, under the efforts of generations of alchemists of the Kamien family, this short knife was transformed extremely terrifying, and can be called one of the most effective cold weapons against ghosts.

Edward saw the strangely shaped knife and subconsciously stopped.

Ed looked at Duck Woods and said calmly, "Don't you really expect what I'm capable of? ”

In an instant, 10,000 years, open!

Ed's figure disappeared from Edward's sight once again.

Where, Edward looked around cautiously.

No matter how fast the speed of the person is, there are traces to follow, and the air fluctuates with the passage of the body, and the speed of the fluctuation transmission is much faster than the speed of the human body's action!

Where is where, where is where.

As the minutes ticked by, Edward could only perceive the air around him in a circle, spinning around him at high speed.

The young man was waiting for an opportunity.

Wait for a chance to kill with one blow.

Cold sweat slid down Edward's cheeks.

A strong wind came from between his eyebrows, and Edward leaned back sharply, his upper body almost reaching 90 degrees with his lower body before he could dodge Ed's almost fatal blow.

What a speed!

A small cut cracked open from the center of his brow, and blood flowed down the center of his brow.

What a scary knife!