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Based on the person's recollection in hindsight—regardless of which person it was—Carl must have opened his mouth at that time to have something to say.

And of course, Carl certainly had something to say. Especially at that time, at that time, in that scene, it was definitely better to say something than to say nothing. After all, even Carl, even the old gentleman, who is not usually proud of his achievements and has always been humble and polite, is inevitably appreciative and proud of his textbook wit, bravery, and perfect action plan and execution at that time. No matter what the words he didn't say at the time—in fact, even he himself later forgot what he was trying to say at the time—when he looked back afterwards, there was only one sentence left, only a summary of who else was left - "worthy of me!" ”

Clever disappearance, perfect detour, while quietly and not being noticed by the enemy or any of their own people, the situation in the battlefield is incredibly accurate and clear, and then pick the right time, enter handsomely with a beautiful posture that can no longer be beautiful, cut off the old bone's escape road and finally send himself to the biggest goal of this trip, it is simply too professional to be professional, professional can not be more professional.

And such a professional appearance, if it can be accompanied by a professional closing line, then it will be completely perfect - Carl thinks so, of course, he was about to do that, but after the rehearsal came here, everything was ruined by the kick that didn't understand the atmosphere.

“……”

Seeing Old Duroc leaping up and breaking through the air like a kangaroo crossing the river, Ed had already thought about how to play the next script, but immediately, Party A, who didn't know where it popped up, pushed everything to announce a redo. That old man, that damn elegant, manic old Dink, was like a tropical fish that had come out of hell on the tide, and kicked the old detective back with what Ed was looking at, and then he blatantly fell in front of Ed, and even looked up at him and laughed.

No one could understand what was going on in Ed's mind at that moment, and his expression was completely lost in that moment. He lowered his head, looked at Carl, didn't say a word, raised his leg and kicked directly at the big face.

Return.

“……”

Karl was about to speak, but the timing was no longer right. He never opened his mouth, and in the face of Ed's sturdy lace-up leather boots on the way, his body didn't even think about it, and basically didn't use his brain to order to dodge to the side, and at the same time raised his hand to block from the side, pushing the direction of Ed's attack to the side. Then he reacted.

Visible to the naked eye, Ed saw Carl's face at that moment, red like braised pork. It's not like some kind of angry red, it's not the red that the flesh reacts naturally to when it is affected by external influences, it's more like the kind of red that your brain puts your own skin in a pan of oil to boil—in other words, it's a very abnormal, unhealthy, and brain-dead behavior that Ed has always felt difficult to understand and brain-dead when humans deliberately find themselves guilty for some reason.

At this time, Carl was in such a brain-dead state in Ed's eyes. But the bad news, this state disappeared immediately after the appearance of Karl's face.

Probably because he just got out of control not long ago, Carl's control over himself has risen to a higher level in a short period of time. The annoyance from the gap only made him blush for a moment, and then he was back to being his master. A calm and sharp cold light shone from his eyes, and after blocking Eddard's attack, he immediately used his legs to squat, raised his hands in a squatting position, and scurried forward like a rabbit towards the diagonal front, and the punch from the bottom up carried a huge momentum and slammed into Ed's jaw.

The reaction was too fast, Carl's defense and offense were almost inseparable from each other, and while defending, he could immediately prepare for the next ferocious and powerful attack, like a hedgehog with a porcupine spear, the species has changed.

Ed's eyes were fixed on Carl's movements - unlike old Duroc, Eddard had never underestimated the seemingly gentle old monster in front of him from the beginning to the present, and had not underestimated since the other party was able to dodge his near-face-hugging shot so easily. Especially when he had just rediscovered the old guy and the old Duroc, he could see clearly that the old Duroc was basically going to be beaten to death by the old guy.

If he was not careful, he might be killed here, maybe - with such awareness, with such caution, with such seriousness towards his opponent, Ed quickly withdrew, folded his arms in front of his chin, and caught Carl's punch.

Volcanic eruption—that was the only thought that crossed Ed's mind at that time. The fist that was as hard as a boring cannonball hit his arm, hitting his chin upwards with his arm, then twisting his neck with his head, and finally flying up with his entire body, turning over his head in the air and landing on the ground with both hands. He felt his arms go numb.

"Outrageous!"

Ed's eyes lifted, staring at Carl in front of him, and the moment he rushed towards him without leaving room for breath, he jumped up and kicked out sideways, kicking Karl on the arms of the cross-guard. The strength of the two collided, Carl was unstoppable, and Ed was knocked backwards again, rubbing his toes on the ground, and his back slammed into the railing of the platform, making a concussive "thump".

"It's hard to be Duroc."

With a light exhalation, Ed flicked his arm, the soles of his feet writhing and rubbing on the ground. And in this short moment, Karl had already rushed in front of him again. However, at the moment of attacking again, the old gentleman's movements suddenly paused slightly. He saw it, saw the reaction on Ed's face at that time-

His eyes widened, his pupils locked, and the corners of the detective's mouth suddenly reached the base of his ears.

“……”

A momentary hesitation brings a fleeting flaw, and a fleeting flaw brings a ferocious and brutal counterattack. Ed dodged Carl's punch this time, letting the strong wind graze his earlobe past his head, and at the same time grabbed the old man's muscular arm, five fingers like iron hooks deep into the hairy flesh, and the other hand slammed into Carl's face like an axe swinging at a tree.

Carl, who was hit hard, twisted his head and stepped back, while Ed took the opportunity to relentlessly chase and kick Carl's waist with a sweeping leg, kicking Carl straight away.

"Here, work harder, fight harder!!"

With his chest bulging, Ed inhaled sharply, his eyes shrinking into pinholes. He looked at Carl, who fell to the ground not far away, and slowly stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, and the twitching corners of his mouth grinned even more. Then, suddenly, he noticed the other platform opposite, opposite.

Old Duroc was kicked off by Carl's sudden kick. When he fell back onto the steel platform on his side and made a "bang", he hugged his chest and abdomen, curled up like a fried prawn.

He gasped for breath, while gritting his teeth and glaring at the same time, he cursed the troublemaker Carl frantically in his heart - this guy didn't jump out when he was not at another time, but he stabbed him at this time, and he happened to stab him in the waist, almost making him vomit blood.

But even so, the old Duroc's mind was still clear. He clearly knew what a bad state he was in now, and he knew that if he didn't get up immediately, he might not have a chance to get up again.

So he inhaled hard, inhaled hard, and supported himself with one hand. Then he was knocked on the back of the head and fell back to the ground.

There is no need to look, just by listening, just by listening to the footsteps, old Duroc can also hear that it is the Donfrie family button soldiers in the back team who have finally caught up completely. The eldest brother who must have been at the front just now saw that he was not dead and that he was not comfortable enough, so he enthusiastically came up and wanted to help him lie down more comfortably......

"I've had enough!"

The old detective had a very hard day, a very difficult day, especially for someone like him with a supple face and sideburns. He hadn't slept well, and since the morning he had been running around with a foolish detective, getting beaten everywhere, being beaten by the outler's janitor brother, by Donfly's old killer brother, and even by Donfly's buttonman brother - it was funny, as if there was really nothing else but getting beaten.

But of course it won't be like that—that's it.

When the small sound of strong wind sounded from the back of his head again, Old Duroc suddenly reached out without dodging, without even looking back, and grabbed the butt of the submachine gun that had been smashed into him, the muscles and veins of his arms were tensed and trembling slightly, and his five fingers were as hard as steel. He slowly turned his head, looked into the eyes of the buttonman who was looking at him with drooping eyes and looked at him in surprise, and knocked him to the ground without saying anything, and then pressed him down with his whole body back down, twisted his submachine gun, turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the buttonman of the group of buttonmen who were gathering on the other side, and pulled the trigger without hesitation-