"Hell!"

Old Duroc cursed and was about to rush out with him. But just then, his nephews suddenly stopped him from behind. He looked back and saw two young men, along with his female companion Lohia, surrounding the hapless man who had just been shot. The man lay on his nephew's makeshift "hospital bed" made up of chairs, moaning faintly.

At this time, the red tie had already delivered the medical box in time, and was standing nervously not far from the side - he tried to make himself look calm, and tried to keep his face normal, but the fine layer of sweat on his forehead still betrayed him. He had to be nervous, it was nothing for someone to fight in a place like him, but if someone really died, then the matter would be completely different, and if the blame was met, he would not be able to eat and walk around.

Charlie had already used the folding knife he had brought with him - he would go back to the knife with this kid - to cut the back of Tagilon's clothes, and began to try to remove the bullet from the inside with the help of his brother Joey, and then bandage the wound to stop the bleeding. However, with only some medical experience, he was not sure that he would be able to do this process well, and he was afraid that if the mistake caused more serious secondary injuries, it would be very fatal to the old guy he wanted to treat now.

So he temporarily flinched, looked up and called out to his uncle for help. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have always been like this, always constantly getting into trouble, constantly learning from his uncle, following the back of his great uncle, self-righteous pretending to be a boring man on various inappropriate occasions, and in the end, when he really got into trouble, he always needed his uncle, a real tough guy, to help him and his brother Joey clean up the mess they had made - it seemed like this every time.

It's not right, it's not right at all. Charlie's brow furrowed at this point, and a painful feeling rose in his heart. He turned his head and saw that Joey was looking at him as well. The two brothers just looked at each other, and they instantly understood each other's thoughts.

With her satchel in her hand, Lohia waved it away from the crowd that had approached her, keeping them away from the injured and disturbing them. Old Duroc came to Charlie and Joey's side, pushed Charlie away, and crouched down on one knee next to his chair, carefully inspecting where Tapyron had been shot in the back.

After a simple weighing of the pros and cons, the old detective temporarily gave up the excellent opportunity to pursue and chose to turn back to save people. He also didn't believe in his nephew's broken technology at all, and if something went wrong, he was risking his life.

“…… This can still be carried down. After examining Tabillon's injuries, Old Duroc found that it was much more serious than he had imagined, and that if it were an ordinary person, he would have died by now, but Tabilon could still make a sound - which was kind of interesting, a little unusual.

A hint of curiosity rose in Old Duroc's heart, and he turned his head to look at the position of Tabillon's head, and reached out to pull his head around, twisting his face up. Then, for the first time, the old detective saw the face of this unlucky man whose identity he had not paid much attention to from beginning to end. His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and fell to the ground.

"Tabillon?! It's you!! ”

“……”

“……”

Charlie and Joey glanced at each other at his uncle's unexpected, shocking reaction that he had never seen before, and even Lohia cast a curious look at him at this time.

It's not the first time she's been out on a date with Duroc, and she's actually going to know this guy better than she seems, and she's got to know this super funny old man who is still hard as a fossil in middle age. The biggest feeling this person has always given her is that he is as calm and steady as a mountain of steel, as if even if it is a flood and tsunami, the droplets of the huge waves have hit the tips of his shiny leather shoes, and they can't make him feel flustered.

So not just Charlie and Joey, but Lohia was also seeing this magical manifestation of old Duroc completely losing control at some point for the first time - and just because he saw the face of the old guy who had been shot? Who the hell is this old guy?

"Uncle, do you know this person?"

Charlie and Joey asked the question Lohia wanted to ask first. On the one hand, Lohia and the two brothers stared at Old Duroc together, waiting for his answer, and at the same time glanced at Charlie and Joey with some strange glances.

The woman's intuition is very keen, and the trace of weirdness and awkwardness in the tone of the two boys just now did not escape her perception. She realized right away that there was something they hadn't said, something they were hiding from her and old Duroc, and it was most likely something to do with the man in front of her who had been shot.

"We're old acquaintances."

Old Duroc affirmed the nephews' problems. He frowned and looked at Tabillon's weak body at this time, his expression was a little gloomy, a little uncertain, and a little hesitant. Finally, he sighed and stretched out his hand to Charlie without raising his head.

"Huh?" Charlie, whose thoughts were a little fluttering, didn't react in time and didn't know what to do. And Joey next to him is the same as him, for the same reason.

"Tools!" Old Duroc looked up and glared at Charlie fiercely. What's going on in this stinky boy's head?

“……”

Lohia silently watched Charlie let out a vague reply with a snort, and sent the medical tools in his hand to the entire medical box to the old Duroc, looking at the frightened looks exchanged between him and Joey, and the panicked dodging eyes when he noticed his gaze, he was more sure of his previous guess. These two little ones definitely had something to hide from her and Old Duroc.

"Taglon, you shameless old bastard." When the pliers were digging deep into the gun hole behind Tabillon's back, old Duroc felt the suddenly tense muscles in Tabillon's body, grinning the corners of his mouth, clenching his teeth together, and he didn't know whether he was being hideous or laughing, "At the beginning, he said that he would tie me to a stone and throw me into the sea as an artificial reef, but now he has been dragged into the grave with half of his body...... I really can't think of a more humiliating plot. If you dare to die like this today, how can I laugh at you when I see that time comes! ”

……

The process of growing up as a killer is not only difficult, but also brutal. Very cruel, kind of cruelty. There are many newcomers who become killers every year, but there are never many who successfully climb to a high place and transform from a young killer into a butterfly into an old killer. Of course, becoming an old killer does not mean that everything is worry-free, and the future is always just a way forward, not a destination that can be reached. Achievement is relative, and moving forward is eternal. A principle that applies to all people in all areas of the world – "You are always only stronger than those who are weaker than you, and weaker than those who are stronger than you".

For those who are still alive, "stopping" is equivalent to "retreating", and "retreating" is equivalent to "letting the mermaid flesh". This is especially true for those who live with blood all day long, and it is even more so for the killer community.

Under the dark world, the overall level of killers raised by several large and small gangster groups, organizations, and families is not the same as that of the leading "black table" organization in this field, and the gap between the two is too huge, and it can even be described as completely incomparable. However, this does not mean that the gangsters really do not have bullets and blades that they can't handle, and basically every organization group will have some of such talents, but there are inevitable differences in quantity and quality according to the difference in their strength.

What the killer youth wants is to become a top old killer like his family. He's talented, he's confident, he's got opportunities, he's got help - he's the chosen one of his peers who is most likely to reach that height, and he believes that if he is given enough time, he can even surpass his uncle, who is already at the level of his dreams—he's always believed that!

But the fact is that he is still a young, overly theoretically experienced rookie killer at this time, and he still makes some inexperienced mistakes - of course, even old killers will make mistakes, but they will not be as stupid as rookie killers - you have no idea what kind of stupid mistakes a killer will make when he is still a rookie.

For example, the killer youth - his judgment in the nightclub is right, he is right to abandon the mission, the improvised measure of forcing back the jacket bastard who came out of nowhere, throwing knives to distract the attention of the old police detective Duroc is right, and it is also right to turn around and run. But he had forgotten a stupid and deadly thing that didn't matter in normal times, but at this moment it was as stupid and deadly as forgetting to buy a condom at a hotel.

It's November now, and it's approaching the New Year. It's cold outside, and it's snowing heavily. He rushed out of the nightclub so fast that it was like a 100-meter sprint. He almost jumped up the steps and strode into the street. He didn't wear non-slip snow boots.

When Ed followed the young man up the steps, he happened to see the scene of the guy slipping on the soles of his feet and falling to the ground on all fours. The hands that were swinging desperately trying to maintain their balance drew up a large patch of snow on the ground in that moment, and it was all lifted into the sky, looking like a large stone falling into the water and stirring up a splash.

Then, he saw the young man's body spin like a spinning top under the tremendous force of inertia, sliding all the way across the avenue - and he was really lucky, there was no car coming to run him over at this time - and then crashed into a black private car parked on the side of the road and stopped.

A man wearing sunglasses, a scarf, and a gray hat quickly got down from the passenger seat and pulled the young man up. The two seemed to say something briefly, and the young man pointed at Ed on the other side of the street, and the gray-hatted man immediately pulled it behind his waist, and raised his hand to point the muzzle of the black hole in this direction.

“…… Damn it. Ed cursed helplessly.