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Perhaps to show that he was not joking, the old detective even took out his own side gun and shot it into the sky. Ed was startled in the back, and closed his lips and shook his upper body, as if he was turning around and turning his head, he suddenly found a person in front of him at close range, and this person had a bastard drawn on his face with an oil pen.

He looked at old Duroc, watching his body against the corner wall, holding his love gun with both hands, the viper revolver, the posture can be said to be very standard and classic "police style". He thought in his heart as he glanced up at the top of his head. The alley inside the factory did not open directly to the sky, but at an altitude of about fifty meters, a sharp object protruding from the body of a steel building to the outside just obscured half of the sun's face, and the old Duroc's bullet hit it. With his top eyesight, Eddard could clearly see the marks left by the blow on it, and he also thought of a very interesting fact.

If the bullet bounces back and falls back vertically along its original trajectory, then the old Duroc will become the funniest legend in the history of Barblair and even the entire Stuttgar police community. In fact, this will make him a step up from his original level of legend without any problems.

Of course, most of the reason Ed was concerned about the old detective's shooting was not this, but the fact that he had another relatively fun thing in mind. The old detective's gun now had only five bullets left in it.

Although the old detective must have carried an extra spare magazine, the point is not on that. There's a reason why the legendary pistol with excellent performance of the Viper Revolver has been eliminated, in the increasingly chaotic and fierce urban battlefields, no one will wait for you to change the magazine after you have fired six shots before continuing to shoot, and most importantly, just like Ed will only carry two spare magazines, the magazines of the Viper Revolver are still quite limited although they do not occupy an area and the amount of ammunition they can carry is still quite limited, almost as delicious as their magazine capacity.

In Ed's opinion, it is very unwise for an old detective to waste bullets, especially in this delicate situation. But no matter what, taking advantage of this brief appearance to be able to speak, he has more important things to say to the old detective.

"Who do you know that handsome old guy out there?" He asked, leaning against the old Duroc's shoulders and leaning against the wall a little behind him. That way, if someone shoots someone from the outside, it's going to hit Old Duroc first, not him. In addition, the old Duroc was slightly more burly than him—especially in the belly part—which was even better.

"Of course, old acquaintances." Old Duoc's spirit was unprecedentedly condensed, and his pupils condensed and licked his lower lips. He didn't know what the old boy next to him was thinking, and fortunately he didn't know what the old boy next to him was thinking, otherwise the trouble between the two of them would not only be those outside, "His name is Carl, one of the oldest law enforcers in the Donfry family, and he is the founding member of the strong foundation of the Donfried family who started from scratch with the leader of the Donfry family, that is, Donfried himself, and is basically equivalent to Tabilon in the Donfry camp, It is one of the few old monsters left in the Barblair Underworld. But unlike Tagbillon, this guy doesn't have a head in the right place - his methods are much simpler, tougher, and much more bloody. ”

"Ah, I believe that." Ed raised an eyebrow and echoed dryly, "I'm going to be scared of him to change my underwear." ”

“……”

"Why did he come here and blow up your car?"

"What do you think? They're undoubtedly here for the two of us! ”

"Uh-huh...... Yes, absolutely. Surely they have noticed something, too. ”

"Maybe it's more than we thought."

“……”

"Duroc, my old friend."

The slightly hoarse sound of a very comfortable voice sounded, bringing everything back to silence, to the false, civilized human society. In terms of results, the old detective's shot seemed to have played a role, but what Ed thought about when he thought about it later was not because of old Duroc's cheap, weak, official, old-fashioned, uncreative threats, but because of what the old gentleman named Carl liked and annoyed him said afterwards. Before old Carl finished saying everything he wanted to say, no one could do anything, no one dared to do anything, and no one could move a single step.

Although he couldn't see his face, Ed knew that Carl must still be the perfect smile that made people feel calm, like a spring breeze, and just thinking about it made Ed feel physically uncomfortable. But I have to say that this old gentleman's magnetic voice is too comfortable to listen to.

"I'm really sorry for the situation, detective. But I think if you can understand it, there are a lot of things in this world that don't go the way we want them to, there will always be mistakes, there will always be forks. And when this happens, someone has to step up and put everything back on track, so that everything can be brought back to the 'international affairs' that we are familiar with." Karl said, his voice gradually starting to grow muffled in the back, "So if you'd be willing to cooperate and go with us directly with your friends, then thank you very much." In this way, we will avoid wasting a lot of time. ”

I really don't know whether to say polite or unwelcome, in short, Old Duoc's face turned red. He turned his head and glanced back at Ed, who reloaded the bullet with his left mouth on his left hand.

The old detective tugged at the corners of his mouth and turned his head back. "Thanks, Carl, but sure enough, forget it." He said, his voice a little gnashing, "If you want us, you have to use your own hands to grab it, and it's best to be prepared to be cut off in advance!" ”

“…… Okay, okay. That's it. ”

It should be said that it was not too unexpected, although the smile on Carl's face disappeared and his whole face lengthened a lot, but he was already prepared for the old detective's answer. In fact, if this old guy raised his hand in surrender happily, he would be really surprised.

So, he stretched out a hand and hooked his fingers forward twice. "Let's get to work, boys." "Just remember," he said in a loud and calm voice, "absolutely not—never, shoot at people who didn't shoot at you, 'as much as possible'—catch them alive." ”

“……”

That's interesting, that's so interesting. The second half of Carl Sr.'s last words were not spoken to his group of family buttonman soldiers at all, but to Old Duroc and Eddard, and the message was very obvious, naked and obvious - we want to take them alive, but we will not let you shoot at our people. So as long as you don't use guns, we won't use them, otherwise, let's compete in firepower and fulfill your wish to find death!

The old detective tugged at the corners of his mouth and turned his head to look back at Ed. Ed turned his mouth to the left and retracted the gun without a sound.

"Run!"

Roughly shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless sigh, and before the word in Ed's mouth could be completely clarified, the whole person turned around and rushed backwards to the depths of the passage. And the old Duroc was stunned for half a second, and then he also stared back, twisted his head, and pulled his legs to follow.

As expected, as soon as the two of them ran on the front foot, a whole group of people from the Tangfrie family chased after them. And obviously different from the ordinary gangsters on the street, more than a dozen people together in such a large-scale rapid action did not even shout, all of them were focused on the target, and then the only option left in their heads was execution, and all the useless things that had nothing to do with their realization of this goal were all cleared out of their heads at this moment.

The escape game begins, a group of hunters hunting two prey. Usually, as long as the difference in strength between the two sides is not too great, then the final result basically ends with the hunter's successful capture of the prey - usually.

Although they had only explored a small part of the factory due to their short time, Ed and Duroc were already familiar with the terrain a little more than the group of pursuers behind them.

They quickly weaved their way through the narrow crevices of the factory road, broke into the factory and then broke out of the mechanical door on the other side, and swayed up a steel staircase that led to the outside of a building wall in the upper area of the factory, and then all the way up.

What the two of them had come up with was very simple, and the most feasible way in the current situation, was to take advantage of the enormity of the factory itself and their own personal ability superior to that of the pursuers, to throw off the large army, and then wait for an opportunity to escape from here. As for the means of transportation, they don't have to worry at all, the no-man's land here at the dock is not something that can be passed by running on two legs, they must have driven a car, and there is more than one. When the time comes, the two of them only need to borrow one and use it, and anyway, they still owe old Duroc a car.

But ideas are ideas, and if everything can be as imagined without any surprises, then the world is simply a mirror. Wishing for this kind of thing will always only appear in dreams.

As the shadow descended from above, Ed raised his head, and then almost subconsciously pushed the old Duroc out beside him.

"Get out of the way!"

"Bang!"

With a heavy kick on the chest, Ed was kicked backwards by Carl, who jumped from the sky from nowhere, with the help of a huge inertia, and hit the railing with his waist, turning over and falling.