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There was one thing, or rather, Ed had wanted to say it since he was pulled up, since he saw the formation of this four-man team facing him, but he never said it, because the time was not yet right, the time was not right, and the atmosphere and scene were not in place. So from that time on, Ed had already determined what he was going to do in the next minute, and what he was going to do before he could really push the atmosphere into place, and create his own time to say that line appropriately.

And now, he's halfway done. Moreover, he also added a finishing touch on the spot, and it felt better all of a sudden. As he withdrew his finger, he suddenly remembered a phrase he had heard before at some unknown time, and now he chewed a little more and felt that it was too true—the best performances are improvisational.

Whether it is a life-and-death struggle or not, the hesitation in the process of fighting is the most deadly. Hesitation slows you down, weakens your power, affects your will, distracts your spirit, puts your neck under your opponent's knife, and turns yourself into a chopping block that can be slaughtered at will. Anyone with even a modicum of combat experience knows that hesitation is the deadliest and stupidest mistake a fighter can make.

And now, the two big brothers in front of Ed made this mistake, and then they were successfully seized by Ed. While their fingers were still stiffly pulling on the trigger, shaking the muzzle of the gun slightly, and wondering whether to pull the trigger or not, Ed had already solved the problem for them with enthusiasm and intimacy - not to solve the problem itself, but to completely erase its existence from the root.

The reaction time was similar to that of the other two big brothers before, and by the moment when the eyes of the two buttonman soldiers were still staring at Ed's fingers, unconsciously moving with Ed's fingers being withdrawn, Ed had already thrown his hands and rushed forward - how big could a platform at the corner of a staircase be? The two eldest brothers standing at the bottom of the stairs didn't have time to respond, Ed had already rushed in front of them with an explosive speed close to the limit of the human body, grabbed the muzzle of the submachine gun in the hand of one of the people inside, and pushed the deflection force to the other person next to him, colliding with the submachine gun in the hand of the other person.

Originally, because of their habits, the two of them stood side by side, holding guns side by side and facing Ed side by side, as if they were in the same line as an array. Originally, of course, it was nothing, but now it is a big problem. Ed suddenly made the guns of the two of them temporarily fall into a state of loss of control at this moment, of course, this state will definitely not last long, it only takes less than two seconds to regain control, but these two seconds can already do a lot of things for an experienced interstellar veteran like Ed, who is just in his early thirties.

After he used the strength of one hand to get rid of the two guns in the hands of the two people in front of him, the other hand immediately clenched his fist and opened the bow, and after taking a pose, he riveted all his strength and "shot" it like an arrow from the string, and "shot" it on the big face of the buttonman soldier in front of him who was pushed away from the muzzle of the gun - in the middle.

What is the middle part of a face, of course, it is undoubtedly a part of the body that will hurt when hit by a small stone. And Ed has no fancy sturdy, although the power of a big muffled fist may not be as powerful as any cannonballs or the like, but it should still be a little more powerful than a small stone. Should.

Strange to say, when people are more concentrated and nervous, they tend to see everything more clearly than usual, as if time has slowed down. It wasn't until a long, long time later that Ed could easily recall what his glassless eyes had seen at that moment, and the pitiful, distorted face of the button man he had struck at that time.

His eyes were closed tightly together, as if they were going to juice the eyeballs inside—as if all those who were attacked head-on in front of him would have the reaction—and then his nose turned red into a mass of potatoes, mashed potatoes, crookedly drooping in the center of his face, and exaggerated splatters of blood scattered in the air, like a large blooming flower.

Then he fell. His body rose in the air, and was knocked out by Eddard, and his head "banged" against the steel railing of the stairs, and he rolled down the iron stairs unconsciously, stopping on the platform below, lying like a dead dog and never moving again.

Ed glanced at the big brother, and he remembered that the last button man left of the four had turned his head to look at the big brother down the stairs like he did. He remembered that the last remaining button man didn't seem to be very happy, as if he wasn't in a good mood, and seemed to be a little excited. He remembered that the last big brother quickly turned his head back, stared at what he scolded with his eyes open, and as for what he scolded - the wind was too strong and he didn't hear it too clearly.

The only thing he heard clearly was the sound of gunfire immediately after that. Three of his companions were brought down one after another, and the last big brother finally stopped obeying some bullshit orders to capture him alive, picked up his gun and shot at the bastard in front of him.

Ed wanted to say, "That's decent," but didn't, mainly because the circumstances didn't allow him to have the time or the time to do something like that.

There was once a great man whose bones were discarded somewhere, in short, mysteriously disappeared - some people in the know revealed that they were disposed of in some "very wet" position - once said, "You must not run against an opponent with a gun in your opponent, you should rush up, rush in front of him, rush behind the muzzle of his gun, so that he cannot hit you". Then at the end the great man added: "To the one with the knife, you run".

Ed felt that no matter where the great man died in the end, what he said was too right for him - at least the first half of the sentence - in the face of an opponent with a gun, if you run, you will die, rush forward and fight, although it is dangerous, but at least there is a glimmer of hope.

And this line of hope is almost as thick as a tightrope for a high-altitude stuntman now, here in Ed. At the same time as the sound of a firecracker began to "burst out" like a firecracker, Ed had already dodged in front of the last big brother of the button man, to be precise, he almost hugged this big brother into his arms.

It is also fortunate that the last big brother is a little shorter than Ed, so that Ed's last action can be successful. He directly leaned forward and clinged to the eldest brother's body, grabbed the eldest brother's shoulder and torso directly forward with one hand, slapped the eldest brother's back, and hugged him hard in his direction.

Then the next moment, his other hand clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed into the eldest brother's stomach at an angle that neither of them could see.

Eddard later recalled that he felt a little strange at the time, and the touch he felt from his fist was a little strange. It didn't feel like it hit someone in the stomach, it felt more like it hit a piece of cardboard with tofu scum bricks on the back. Later, he realized that this was because the eldest brother's figure was relatively thinner and there was no excess fat on his stomach, but his abdominal muscles were not too hard, which would make him feel like that when he punched him.

In short, Ed's stabbing punch had the same effect as a stabbing knife. The last big brother of the button man directly let go of the miniature submachine gun in his hand, opened his mouth and vomited, but he didn't vomit anything, and fell to the ground with his stomach in his arms.

Ed looked down at him, tilting his head to look at him. He shouldn't have done it, not because it was rude – the time had passed when it needed to be polite – the question was time.

Although not a minute has passed since he was rescued from hanging on the edge of hell by these four big brothers to the time he hangs them on the edge of hell, it doesn't mean that Ed has plenty of time. You must know that the old Duroc is still on top now, facing the old monster Carl alone - maybe the old detective's concept of Carl is not as clear as the current Ed, since the other party dodged his own shot before, Ed's dislike for the old gentleman who made him physiologically disgusted has been rubbed up to a very, very high position in his heart. If Old Duroc still only showed the same level of juggling that he had played with the wanderers' janitor, Big Cole, under the Parry Street Viaduct, then Ed was worried about whether he would be able to survive six moves under Carl's men.

However, there are priorities, and there must be first-come, first-served. Ed has put a lot of effort into the current atmosphere and the scene where it is created. He must at least finish the key line before he can let this little drama end. But until then—

Bending down, Ed fiddled with his eldest brother's head, straightened his head, raised it, and met his eyes with his own. Probably because of the blow of failure, the powerlessness and despair of the status quo, the eldest brother has given up resistance, there is no edge in his eyes, he has become scattered and godless, and he looks at Ed with his mouth slightly open and gasping, like a lamb waiting to be judged.

Ed shook his head. He didn't do anything more than the poor man, but reached out and took off the submachine gun he was hanging, fiddled with it in his hand, and put it around the machine again. Then he looked down and gave his eldest brother one last look.

"If you're not going to shoot a man," he said, "don't point a gun at him — that's just a breakpoint." ”

Whether the eldest brother understood it or not, Ed leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and rushed up the stairs again. Now that the situation above is unknown, Ed only hopes that the tough old detective is tough enough not to die.