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The battle continues, and the emotions of the surrounding crowd are constantly rising, like a jet of water spewing out of the nostrils of a whale. They cheered, shouted, and some were still whistling. Ed thought they might have taken it as a free underground boxing show. You can't blame them, in fact, he also thinks of this as an underground boxing performance, because it's so interesting.

There's nothing more stress-relieving than seeing an old man fight with someone until his head is bleeding – especially during this boring winter season. Of course, maybe it's not absolute, and maybe if possible, it's even more interesting to watch a mouse eat grapes until he dies. Who knows. Ed couldn't figure out if he wanted to see the boring fight in front of him continue, or if he would simply pull out his pistol and break the big brother's head.

However, judging from the meaning shown by the two parties, they want to continue fighting. The warm-up fight before made them understand each other a little better and more cautious. Ed couldn't see the real meaning of their actions, but he thought that maybe there was some kind of pressure in their hearts for some reason, and maybe they would take this opportunity to vent, who knows?

If old Duroc had that kind of pressure in his heart, Ed was not surprised, and could understand where and why the pressure was coming from. And as for the big brother Cole - then God knows.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and in the end, the first to lose his breath was indeed the eldest brother who was more obviously exposed - he jumped up with his legs hard, flew towards Old Duroc, and kicked out. Old Duroc stepped back to dodge this kick, his elbow blocked the next roundabout and another kick, the splitter and the third kick of the chain were hard to face, and when the fourth kick kicked him in the big face, he leaned back to dodge the limit, seized the opportunity to reach out and push the position of the ankle of that leg upward, pushing the eldest brother's body like a wheel on the ground and spun around.

It's a good thing that the big brother reacted quickly enough. He was on the ground with one hand in a backward flip, and his legs were in the air in a handstand like a ballerina - Eddard had never seen a guy of that size do such a standard and moving split. Big Brother is really a flexible man.

Ed thought so, and the eldest brother fell to the ground the next moment. Old Duroc knocked him down with brute force when he hadn't yet stood firm, and then rode on top of him, bowing left and right at his pretty face, punching and greeting him one after another, and almost beating the big brother's big face in a few punches.

In retrospect, Ed felt that the eldest brother might have been a little stunned by the old detective's sudden and ferocious attack, and he didn't react much for a while, until he was beaten by a sturdy fat beating, and then he squeezed out a beastly roar from his throat, and struck the old detective in the back from behind, slamming him out of his body and falling to the ground.

The eldest brother twisted and climbed up, and the old detective also got up and turned around at this time, but he was immediately grabbed by the eldest brother by the hair and pulled up his upper body hard, and then was punched in the face. He fell to the side, was grabbed and dragged up, and was hit by a second punch. This time blood was pouring from the corners of his mouth, soaking his beard, but it didn't look very obvious.

Ed stared at the scene, his brow furrowed slightly. The big brother's punch just now was very heavy, and he was worried that Old Duroc's jaw should not be interrupted like this. Anyone who has experience knows that having your jaw broken can be painful.

As it turned out, Ed was overly worried, and the old detective was a lot tougher than he thought. He completely withstood the two punches of the eldest brother, blocked the third punch of the eldest brother with his arm, and then took advantage of the distance between the two of them to be close enough, stretched out his hands and hugged the back of the eldest brother's head and neck, and at the same time pulled towards his side, his forehead hit hard, and he slammed on the eldest brother's nose firmly.

The weak part was hit hard, and the eldest brother lay backwards on the ground, and the nosebleed flowed out like tears of pain. He howled, covering his nose and twisting his body, as if it was hurting a lot. Then, at that moment, he suddenly saw something black on the ground beside him—it was Old Duoc's pistol.

Maybe even the old Duroc himself and the crowd around him didn't know when he lost his pistol, maybe it was the two of them who had a relationship. The matching worm fell from behind the old Duroc's waist as he rolled on the ground. And now Big Brother Cole has discovered it, but at the same time Old Duroc has discovered that he has discovered it. The old detective even glared and turned around and touched his lower back, and then cursed in annoyance as if the lighter was out of fire when he lit a cigarette.

"I'm not going to play with you, strip. Child. You just die! ”

The eldest brother covered his nose with his left hand, and with his right hand, he turned over and reached the pistol on the ground not far away. Ed, who was paying attention to the situation inside, squinted at this time, and pulled out the Dead 35A1 in the holster behind his waist a little, ensuring that he could be ready instantly when needed, and there would be no oolong who dropped the chain one step later.

But if old Duroc would be stupid enough to watch the stupid big man in front of him take his own gun and kill himself, then he would really have lived for so many years in vain, even if the big brother's shot missed, he would snatch the gun and kill himself.

At the same time as the eldest brother stretched out his hand, the old Duroc flew out of the ground like a leopard, pounced on the eldest brother's body, grabbed the eldest brother's hair and pulled it upward, and then slammed it down and hit the ground - and in the posture of the eldest brother, there would only be one place where he was injured.

"Whew-"

The eldest brother, whose nose should have almost broken to the point of breaking, let out a howl as a wolf, and no longer bothered to pick up a pistol. He retracted his arms, landed on all fours, and concentrated all his strength on his back, on the old Duroc who was pressing on him, and arched his back and stiffened himself - his posture was very difficult and required great strength to stand up like a crane with a person on his back, but it just so happened that he had this power.

Old Duroc didn't expect this move, and was directly carried while riding the majestic body of his eldest brother, and then was flipped forward and knocked to the ground. He curled up and rolled on a wheel, and as soon as he came back to his senses and turned his head, he was knocked into his arms by the big brother who rushed over, and was carried up by the strong and hard shoulders, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This time it was a bit similar to the usual bomb fall in wrestling, and Old Duroc felt that his old bones were about to fall apart, and coughed violently. Then he saw Cole, who was covered in blood from the nose down, with a hideous look in his eyes that he had never seen before, and bit at him with his mouth wide open.

That's right—I don't know if it's because of pain or anger, or both, but Big Brother bowed his head and bit down on Old Duroc's neck like a crazy big dog. Old Duroc even faintly heard the roar of the beast at that moment.

"Hell!"

A second before that terrible mouth fell, the elder Duroc instinctively reached out his hands and grabbed his eldest brother's neck, forcing him to have no way to lean his head closer to him. Big Brother Cole's throat kept pouring out of a beastly roar, and even his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, and his teeth, which should have been brushed properly, had already lost their original color, and blood mixed with saliva fell on Old Duoc's face drop by drop.

It's disgusting. Old Duroc's brows furrowed, and an impatient anger appeared on his face. He grabbed his eldest brother by the neck and threw him aside with both arms. Then he quickly got up from the ground, rushed to his pistol, picked it up, raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky.

The sound of gunfire silenced everything. The crowd around them stopped cheering—they were all in the mood and shouting, especially when the two men were beaten the hardest by each other, like a torch lit and joined together into a bonfire. But now the old Duroc shoveled a handful of snow on this fire, and the shovel was temporarily unloaded from the forklift.

Big brother Cole also quieted down at this time. He sat still, covering his nose and looking at old Duroc with resentment in his eyes. Although he still exuded a fierce aura like a mad dog that didn't bark, he controlled it after all. A weapon that upsets the balance, a power that transcends everything, and can make all complex situations uncomplicated, incredibly simple.

"Alright—all listen!" Old Duroc looked at Cole, but when he said the first sentence, he turned his head to look at the crowd around him, and his breath was still slightly panting, unsteady, impatient, and a little angry, and roared, "Enough of the excitement, right?" Enough of it, get out! There's nothing to see anymore! ”

“……”

A bad attitude will always create problems. Ed leaned against the front of the car, tilting his neck to listen, the noisy and coaxing whispers of discontent constantly reaching his ears, mixed with some heated discussion of the bloody brawl that had just begun. He left his left mouth, lifted his glasses, replaced the stressed leg, and clasped his hands to his chest, no longer touching his buttocks. There should be nothing to be wary of now.

"Violent law enforcement."

Cole faced the muzzle of old Duroc's gun, gurgling in his throat, and muttered in a low and indistinct voice. He made old Duroc laugh angrily, and his teeth "creaked".

"Trust me, you haven't seen what I've been like when I've violently enforced the law." The old detective stepped forward, grabbed Cole by the collar with one hand, lifted him up, and looked him in the eye, "Now, it's comfortable enough, it's almost time to get down to business - take me, go to see Danton, 'Tooth Gap' Dandong - if there is any more objection, I'll take off the magazine and stuff it in your mouth and let you swallow it alive - do you understand?!" ”