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Old Duroc had never done anything for a dark organization in the underworld such as a gangster family or a crime syndicate. Although because of the special position and the special responsibility on his shoulders, he inevitably made some compromises at some times, made concessions secretly, temporarily gave up the insistence that he once thought he would never give up for the sake of some more important interests, and had the experience of not sounding good and not very glamorous, but he knew that he was doing the right thing and really doing his duty. Sometimes, some seemingly innocuous beautiful words are essentially nothing more than putting their own private feelings above the public good, and those people say those things not to convince others, but to convince themselves. Old Duroc wasn't the smartest one, but he was the one with the most iron head and the hardest bones. And the reason for the disgraceful, dark compromises he had made was also the root of his failure to really become a poor guy like the Donfrie family button man soldier in front of him, and the root of his ability to hold on to himself without being lost.

However, although the elder Duroc never became a button man, he had dealt with these people for nearly half his life. He knew these people, perhaps better than they did, so he knew very well that a large part of the reason he and Ed were still alive and gasping for breath was because of these button people—they were really, really good button people, relatively speaking.

"Absolutely not, shoot at someone who hasn't shot at you", "'Try to do it' - catch it alive" - these are the words of Karl, the boss of the group of buttons in front of him. It is these two sentences, these two orders, that bind the muzzles of these gang soldiers, and at the same time, of course, it is thanks to the obedience and diligence of these soldiers, otherwise Ed and Old Duroc would have become a hornet's nest by now.

However, the premise of maintaining this status quo is that both sides abide by that agreement - "you can't shoot like someone who didn't shoot you", this sentence is actually not strictly speaking to your own people, but to old Duroc and Ed, it is a message to them, a very clear message - "If you don't shoot, we won't shoot, we want to catch them alive." But if you shoot back, we won't sit idly by."

This was a slight compromise on the part of Carl to achieve his goal, and his compromise gave Ed and Duroc Sr. a chance to survive and breathe, otherwise the two of them would probably have been put in a body bag and stuffed into the trunk of the car to be transported somewhere. It stands to reason that there is no need to be thankful for the whole thing, but in fact, Ed and Duroc Sr. are the ones who will benefit more in this situation, because without this stealth agreement, Karl will fail the mission at most, and the two of them will lose their lives.

Now, this agreement has been completely torn apart by the old Duroc. The moment he turned the cold muzzle of the poor big brother he had crushed under him at his companions, and glared angrily at the trigger, the situation changed completely.

In that series of gunshots, the bullets fired from the miniature submachine gun "poof" and "poof" into the chest, abdomen, and shoulders of the first few buttoners, causing blood to splash and a painful wail, or lying on their stomachs and falling to the ground. The rest of the buttoners were momentarily caught up in a brief moment of confusion in the face of this sudden situation, and some of the others hurriedly retreated to find cover, and the edge of the front that was not affected was quickly spread out in a row, avoiding concentration, so that the muzzle of the detective's gun could not pose a direct threat to all of them.

The old detective is not usually so uncalm, but today he was really provoked. The thought of being chased by a group of gangsters with guns and knocked on the head by a group of real Stuttgard police detectives felt a great shame, which was unbearable!

Okay, if you want to have fun, let's have a good time!

Old Duroc, with his cold skin and hideous eyes, was completely insane. He grabbed the submachine gun in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the small group of soldiers who were trying to rush at him - I have to say that Karl's order is still recorded in the hearts of these conscientious buttoners, even if the old Duroc had already fired first, they did not shoot the old Duroc to death so immediately, but still wanted to save his life and capture him alive as much as possible.

However, a large part of this is also due to the relationship between the elder Duroc and his own identity. These low-level family thugs in the underground world may not know some of the higher-level managers in their own families who do not often appear in the upper echelons, but it is impossible for them to know Old Duroc or this iron-clad detective who is famous in Bablore. No matter how stupid they are, they all know the basic common sense that this person is better not to provoke and not provoke, and if he kills him, he will cause serious trouble, and this common sense is still valid now.

Old Duroc tilted his head to look at the people who were coming towards him, and was about to turn the muzzle of the gun, but suddenly felt a tightness in his neck. At this time, the eldest brother who was pressed down by him behind him finally relieved, of course, it was impossible to watch old Duroc shoot at his companions with his gun so easily, and directly locked the detective's neck from behind with an intimate hug, and used his basic ground skills correctly to imprison his body, making him unable to move for a while.

"You ......"

Perhaps because he was stimulated by the death of his companion, the force used in the eldest brother's arm was not small, almost as hard as he was trying to knock off the old Duroc's head. The old detective felt that his neck was half long, and he stared at him like he was entangled by a python, and at the same time his body struggled hard, but unfortunately the stunned flick didn't seem to have any effect after two clicks, and the eldest brother hugged him like a lovelorn auctioneer taking a nap with his young daughter's pillow, not to mention his hands and feet, and the position was still very delicate, so that the old Duroc had no way to exert his strength.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the other buttonmen around certainly couldn't let go of this opportunity. Several of them immediately rushed forward, trying to help the companion who was using his body to stalk old Duroc to get the disobedient pillow under control. Then, suddenly, the gunshots rang out again.

This time the gunfire seemed to be a little farther away, a little farther away. Old Duroc couldn't see who fired the gun from where, he could see the buttonmen who rushed towards him, and the eldest brother who rushed to the front of him, a small blood flower bloomed on his forehead, and the bright red splashed into the air, and the eldest brother himself tilted his head back, and the extremely sexy sheep writhed like a madman, and then fell to the ground softly, and the position he lay in looked extremely comfortable.

And he was a start. While Old Duroc watched the eldest brother in front lying down comfortably, several other gunshots followed one after another, and each gunshot would be accompanied by a big brother's lying on the ground, one lying more comfortable than the other. In the blink of an eye, the buttonmen who had just come towards Old Duroc had all fallen and could not get up again.

“……”

"Bang!"

Old Duroc's brain hadn't yet come up with a reason, and when the last gunshot ended, he felt the arm around his neck loosen. He quickly broke free and glanced down at his body—sure enough, a bullet had pierced the top of his brother's head, leaving him lying in a pool of blood—and when he looked up, he saw Ed's figure.

He stood at the edge of the platform, holding his extended-magazine Omilifer pistol in both hands, shooting in a stance, his eyes unblinking, steady on this side. When he noticed that Old Duroc was looking at him, he immediately made a gesture and shouted with a frown.

"Let's go!"

“……”

Old Duroc moved his jaw, sharpened his teeth from side to side, and then immediately lowered his head and plucked his submachine gun from the corpse of the eldest brother below him—it was useless for him to hang on to himself anyway—and turned his head at the large group of pursuers behind him who were about to bully him again, and again startled their steps and hurriedly retreated, while he got up and turned in the opposite direction and ran.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced to the other side, behind Eddard—

“…… Hey!! ”

Old Duroc's reminder was a little late. The black shadow that quietly appeared from behind Edd grabbed Ed's neck with his arm the moment Ed turned around, stroking Ed's body in the air. Turned it over. Ed struggled to regain his balance, staggered to the ground on his feet, held the pistol in one hand, and was about to raise his hand to pull the trigger, when he was punched in the left side of the face, and the back molars almost flew out of his mouth.

In a trance, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and wanted to move his arm to deal with it, but the speed was too late to stop it. His hair was grabbed, his head was pulled downward, then loosened, and then he was stomped hard by a ferocious high foot stomp, and his top-heavy body was volleyed downward, and his head was slammed into the hard ground.

His pistol slammed to the side, then was kicked away and fell off the edge of the platform.

Ed slapped his hands on the ground, kneeled to prop himself up, and shook his head violently. Then he heard the gentle voice of Karna's kind and magnetic middle-aged and elderly man, and a feeling of being caressed came from his head.

"You want to be more ruthless," said the old gentleman slowly, chucklingly, "and I'll give you a more severe ...... Hope you can catch it. "Mobile phone users please browse FO to read, and it is more convenient to read in the palm of your hand.