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Carl was completely insane - originally, old Duroc thought so.

At that moment, in an instant, at the moment when he was choked by the neck and thrown to the ground by this old fellow who was at least ten years older than him, he looked at Carl, and watched him crouch beside him, one straight arm pressing against him, the muscles that were faintly visible under his clothes were tightly tensed, revealing undulating curves of great strength and beauty that were not thick or thin, just right, and the eyes that met his excitement were red and bloodshot on the surface of the eyeballs, not to mention his mouth— His mouth was covered in blood, making his relatively unusually normal mouth, which was not too large, look like it had become a bloody mouth, and it seemed to old Duroc that he would kiss down and eat his head at any moment.

It wasn't until this time that the elder Duroc realized that he seemed to have been wrong from the beginning - there was no point in fighting such a madman, whether he lost or won. He shouldn't have stopped and dwelled on this thing in the first place!

“……”

His face was flushed—although Old Duroc's face had remained red since then, but this time he was not flushed by his own emotion, this time he was suffocated by Carl's huge hand. At the same time, his eyes were suffocated, his eyeballs were almost popping out at this time, and even his lips turned into duck beaks and pouted high, looking extremely funny.

But even so, his throat was constantly moving and trying hard. Carl recalled—Carl recalled—and though he was a little mentally ill at the time, he was sure that the old detective was swearing at him. Yes, even in that situation, old Duroc still didn't stop cursing. At least there was no stop to swearing.

If Carl was in a normal state, he might still have the interest to let go of the old detective and listen to what he was swearing, and then give him away. But Carl's brain at that time didn't think so much anymore - in more literary terms, it wasn't the thing in his head that controlled Carl at that time, but the thing in his chest. What dominated Carl's body at that time was not the cold nerves, but the bright red blood that had completely boiled!

He violently let go of the iron claw that grabbed the old detective's neck, pulled his bow back high and shot an arrow into the air, five fingers together, and the expression on his face was excited to the extreme - the consequences of killing the old Duroc, basically every sensible character in the Bablore underground world is very clear, so this iron-hearted old detective has been on a rampage for so many years, and nothing big has happened for so many years, and the people who can't provoke him can't afford to provoke him, The people who can afford him deliberately let him, he is not an invincible god of war, and the number of silent people who can let him die is actually a big handful, but he has been jumping and stumbling until now, and he has not broken his leg for his own reason. If he dies here today, there will be an earthquake on the beach tomorrow.

But even so, then again, this thing is still - he is not some invincible god of war. Unfortunately, among the silent people who could make him die happened to be the elegant and polite man beside him now...... Under normal circumstances, elegant and polite Barblair is a well-known veteran gentleman. And what's even more unfortunate is that his current slightly burned brain melon has no room to think about the consequences of stabbing the neck of the middle-aged fat old man with sideburns in front of him like a pig, because all he is thinking about now is stabbing the neck of the middle-aged fat old man with sideburns in front of him like a pig!

Then, the gun went off.

Carl was completely insane - originally, old Duroc thought so. But soon his mind changed again, because he saw that Carl had changed. He saw that at the moment when the gunshot rang out, Karl's face instantly changed to a completely different face, into a completely different face, and the whole person seemed to suddenly change into another person who was not here at all. His smile retracted, even if the side of his mouth was still a ball of blood red, he could still clearly see his tight rubbery skin, his pupils that had been dilated by excitement and mild confusion were tightened, and shrunk into two smaller ones, and even the red blood on his eyeballs shrank and disappeared at this moment—this is simply a paradox of biology. But what's all the fuss? It's a Star Age.

In an instant, Carl vanished. His body quickly disappeared beside Old Duroc, disappearing into the range of Old Duroc's perception. Old Duroc directly lost all sense of him. But of course it didn't just stop, almost instinctively, old Duroc struggled to twist his body to get up from the ground, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the gunshot. As expected, he saw Ed.

The platform where Carl fell in and got into a fight—mostly when he was beaten by fat—was inside the factory, a small corner of a large space, and the belly space of the entire factory building was full of such platforms, and the stairs that connected them, and all sorts of huge machines, high and low, large and small, filled everything that could be seen by the naked eye. At this time, Ed was standing on a small platform next to a steel machine, which was one level lower than them, and Ed should have entered the building through an iron door under the stairs outside, and saved the old Duroc from Carl's hands in time. He was not wielding his own Death Catcher combat pistol, but the same miniature submachine gun used by the Donfried Family Button Man soldiers before him. The old detective easily figured out that this was the result of Ed's battle with the Buttonmen of the Donfried family.

At the same time as seeing Ed, Old Duroc also caught a glimpse of Carl's figure out of the corner of his eye. He didn't go far, just in front of the iron doorway where all they had come in was a frame. He had just reacted quickly to dodge the bullet Ed had fired at him. And because he dodged, Ed's shot missed, all hitting the wall.

Old Duroc looked at Carl as if he had seen a ghost - he couldn't believe that in that situation, in that state just now, Carl, who was almost all focused on himself who was excitedly sadistic and about to be murdered, still had extra attention to be able to feel Ed's long-range shooting without warning, and the rapid convergence of personality switching to make the most accurate response, and retreated unscathed. And the most incredible thing for old Duroc was that the Carl in front of him now, the Carl he was looking at, the Carl who was frowning at him, and Ed, the Carl whose eyes were flashing slightly and quickly, had changed back to the way he was familiar!

He turned back to the most well-known appearance before, as if the previous Honkai madness was just an illusion of old Duroc!

“……”

His lips moved slightly, and although Old Duroc didn't make any sound, according to the afterthoughts of everyone present, the old detective at that time was definitely scolding something. That's right, although he didn't swear, but the old detective never stopped cursing, at least he didn't stop cursing.

Then he was scolded severely.

"Idiot!"

An angry roar reached his ears, and he slammed his eardrums with a hammer and chisel, and the elder Duroc turned his head as if he had just come to his senses, and saw Ed spitting at him through gritted teeth.

"Run!"

“……”

A bolt of lightning struck overhead, then slammed into his head in a ninety-degree turn, piercing him from head to toe. Old Duroc shuddered violently, and then jumped up from the ground like a rabbit, turned around and ran out in the opposite direction of Carl.

At the same time, Carl on the other side looked intently at the back of the old Duroc in front of him, wiped his face, and woke up from a big dream with a silent expression. He was awake now, and at the same time his heart was pounding uncontrollably—he hadn't felt it beat so vigorously in a long, long time, that it had given him the illusion that he was twenty years younger—and he exhaled, screaming to himself that he was lucky.

How could Carl, who has always been self-disciplined, not know about his "that state", and the more he knew it, the more afraid he became. He knew that just now, in the twisted moment when he was enveloped by the sudden aura of death and was forced to withdraw, not to mention Old Duoc, even if it was the head of his family, it was Don Freery himself under him, he would not hesitate to insert his arm into the other party's throat, into the soft and tender neck socket, and grab the crunchy throat like a prawn in water, and let the bright red blood splash on his face like a fountain, And he would surely enjoy the bloody breath to the extreme, and ascend to the kingdom of heaven from which there was no turning back, and perhaps lick the edge of his lips twice with his tongue - ah, it was so wonderful, just thinking about it would be too much to do.

But that's certainly not right. Don't say that killing Donfrey is the old Duroc, once he dies in his hands, it will be a big trouble for him, their family, and even the entire Bablore underground world! The balance will be broken, many of the plans that are being made or will be made will be changed or ended, and he will be truly unforgivable!

"Gotta thank you to that detective boy."

Karl's heart faced, and he turned his head in the direction of the platform below Eddard's diagonal bottom. Then he saw a dark shadow flying towards him.