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Ed came up with ideas, stated the purpose and requirements, and the elder Duroc made a plan based on Ed's requirements. Ed had already made a plan himself, but now he had forgotten what that plan was.

Old Duroc's plan was better and simpler, very much in line with Ed's trouble-hating, simple-minded personality and temper. Perhaps that's why he's unwittingly getting together with people like Duroc and Marcy, who in some ways belong to the same kind.

Ed's request is simple, which is to show up in time to respond to the problems between Jrit and Adele and Manju Sahua, and then help the two deliver the goods to their destination, which is now the big ship of the Golden Galleon that Gotti and Nancy have temporarily occupied.

This task may not seem difficult at first glance, but in fact it is not easy, and it can even be said to be extremely dangerous. Because their escort was actually crossing most of Bablore, and God knows how many forces Donfrey would call on to intercept and kill, and how many twists and turns it would take for them to finally arrive.

Old Duroc's plan solved this dilemma in a brutal and simple way. He brought in a police car directly from the police station, used it to escort the cargo from Dark Paradise - God knows what it was - and blatantly did not take any narrow side roads, and picked the main road, and let the surveillance cameras in the main neighborhood of Bablyre escort it all the way to the beach.

According to old Duroc, he wanted to see if Donfrey had the guts to do it to the police in broad daylight. If not, then they win, and the difficult task will be turned into a sightseeing tour, where passengers only need to sit in a police car and enjoy the scenery along the way. And if there is, and you really dare to do it to them, then it will be even better.

Going against the police head-on is a big taboo for the gang - unless it is a behemoth like the five major groups of the Empty Court, and it is possible to survive it later if they have made follow-up preparations in advance - but Donfrie is obviously far from qualified to be compared with the member organizations of the Empty Court, and if they want to carry out similar operations with their strength, they will be jointly surrounded and suppressed by the two worlds of Bablore the next day.

That's an absolutely taboo act that touches the meta-rules. Gangsters are fundamentally different from interstellar terrorist organizations.

And in this way, the Donfrie family was also driven to a dead end. They can't do it all over again like they did with the secret arrest of Duroc Sr. and Ed before, and with a large amount of human and physical evidence, their family public relations team will not be able to easily solve this trouble. And if they can't do it, then it seems that there is nothing else to do but watch the old Duroc and the others take a leisurely sightseeing trip in a police car.

Unless they run to a place where they can do it without leaving evidence.

The plan went well, and the elder Duroc had already taken little Git and Ed for more than half the way, but it was only at this time that he suddenly had some weird feelings. He used the power of the police to give a free ride to the gangsters, and also acted as a driver himself, although the ultimate goal was to serve the citizens of Bablyre, but he always felt that something was wrong?

It's crazy...... As if Ed was right, in this world where people go crazy faster than they think, people who have no problems with their brains at all are really problematic.

Just as he was thinking about it, Old Duroc suddenly noticed that Ed next to him was moving. Originally, this guy had been there holding his shoulders and pretending to sleep after the previous conversation, lowering his chair and lying comfortably with his eyes closed, completely treating himself as a coolie. And now he opened his eyes and sat up all at once.

His movements even attracted the attention of the little jitter behind him, and he unconsciously entered a state of combat readiness and grabbed the suitcase.

"What's wrong?" Old Duroc said as he pulled the car down.

At this time, they happened to come to an intersection and encountered a red light. And Old Duroc already knew that in less than a day, Ed had become completely different from before. Those things that he had deliberately "forgotten" were being recalled little by little, slowly waking up and returning again. This made him both familiar and strange, and the darkness in his eyes was even more unfathomable.

Old Duroc thought back to what Ed had mentioned about his encounter with the Children of the Nether - it wasn't a simple matter of luck to be able to escape alive with a man. If what he says is true, then what it represents is a little scary.

The Nether Child is known as the apex of interstellar single combat power, and if it doesn't rely on other transformations or armed enhancements, only ordinary people can have the strength to compete head-on. Although Ed doesn't seem to belong to the small group of top fighting masters, since he can escape head-on under the Netherchildren, who are on par with the top, he at least has the strength to be close to the top.

If Ed had really reached that level before, it would have been interesting. Without relying on transformation or armed strengthening, if ordinary people want to keep their fighting level up to the top, what they need is to break through life again and again, and surpass death again and again, and this is obviously not something that can be achieved simply by doing so.

Did Ed have been specifically trained before? Is it just the last step to break through to the top?

"I don't know if he's 'recovered' all the 'lost' now." Old Duroc squinted and muttered secretly in his heart. He was a little curious to see how far Eddard could go when he had fully recovered himself.

He had already vaguely guessed that Ed's strange situation should have been a strong psychological hint to himself after coming to Stuttgar, wanting to seal the past and start over, but it caused a strong touch under the stimulation of life and death again and again, causing the part of the past that he threw away to reawaken and passively return.

Perhaps that's what Ed said, and that "hope" itself is a mistake. He wanted to get rid of the past and start over, but that could only be an unrealistic fantasy. He can't let go of the past and move forward, because the past itself is a part of who he is, whether he likes it or not. Only when the past and the present merge into one, can he be truly complete, and can he walk out of a future of his own.

Old Duroc didn't know if Ed understood this, if he had gained anything from this experience. But even if you don't gain anything, you can't help it, there are too many people in this world who have gone through their lives in a mess and don't know anything great until they die. They are just born, alive, and then die - why not a lifetime, who stipulates that to live must live to what height must be lived, that kind of requirement itself is very difficult to live, okay.

"However, people still have to go to higher places after all." The rushing thought stopped, and Old Duroc snorted silently in his heart again.

Of course, Ed didn't know what the old brother next to him was thinking in such a short period of time, otherwise he would have gone to the bar to ask the old brother for a drink to calm him down.

He didn't think much about it just now, but he started again. It's a vicious circle.

At this time, Ed's spirit seemed to be completely attracted by some invisible existence. He frowned and raised his eyebrows, sat up straight, tilted his head and looked to the side, but the focus was obviously wrong, as if staring into the distant void.

Just as the red light in front of him turned green, and the elder Duroc wanted to continue forward, Ed suddenly grabbed his hand pressed on the gear lever.

"Don't move!"

This shout was so loud that it startled both old Duluk and little Git. The latter even immediately put on his sunglasses, ready to jump out of the car at any time.

As it turned out, he was right. Just as Ed's words fell, a "boom" sounded in the air, and under the gaze of the three people in the car, a delicately shaped silver flying knife flipped and inserted into the hood of the police car, just in front of the windshield, in front of the eyes of the three people.

This throwing knife is not large, only one hand long and two fingers wide, and the shape is extremely beautiful, and a blue, eye-like crystal-like sphere can be seen at the place where the blade and the handle meet in the middle, and a beating arc can be faintly seen in it.

"It's ......"

Looking at this mechanical flying knife, the faces of the old Duroc and the little jitter behind him changed suddenly, and then they slammed the car door and jumped out of the car without hesitation. As for Ed's movements, he is only faster than them, not slower.

The next moment, the dark blue eye on the mechanical flying knife suddenly erupted with a strong current, instantly covering the entire body of the police car. If the three of Ed were still in it at this time, I am afraid that even if they were not cooked, they would have been electronically charged into their bodies and would not be able to move.

"Don Frie, do you really dare to do it?" Ed, who turned over and jumped onto the sidewalk, looked at the electric police car and smacked his lips in surprise.

"No, not Donfly." Little Jit, who fled out of the car in the same direction as Ed, got up from the ground and shook his head with an ugly face while patting the dirt on his body, "It's someone else." ”

"Others?" Ed turned to look at little Geet. He could see that the other party had recognized who the attacker was.

"No...... Others, but also Donfrieh. Little Geet's eyes quickly swept around, as if looking for something, "They've really found a way to do it to us without setting us on fire!" ”

Ed was just about to say something more, when his head suddenly turned sharply, and a phantom from the sky was reflected in his eyes, entwined with a beating arc of light, and the target was directly aimed at Little Jit, the suitcase in his hand!

……

Looking down at the street intersection below him through a window, Don Saram gently shook the bright red liquid from his glass.

"We can't make a move...... It doesn't mean that others can't. You're not the only one who knows how to ask for help. ”