Tabilon was shot by a bullet. Eddard's reaction was fast enough to help him escape the fatal first shot - if he had let that first bullet hit him in the head, I am afraid that he would not need to make up for the next two shots at all, and Tabilon would have to blow his horn and put on those very cute and silly little wings to fly to the Temple of Light of the Cosmic Star God. There are examples of people who have been shot in the head and survived, and there are many of them, but they are all things that happen to the extreme of luck. And luck, although everything is inseparable from it, but at the same time it is the most unreliable, because there is no way to really control it.

However, Ed was able to save Tagyron for a while, but he couldn't save him for the rest of his life. The gun was still in the gunman's hand, and there must have been more than one bullet in it - at that moment, no one could stop the gunman from firing a second shot.

So the gunman fired. He aimed at Tabillon, who fell to the ground, and quickly pulled the trigger at the moment when the opponent was sharp and experienced and wanted to get up as soon as possible to deal with the crisis, without giving anyone any more chance. The bullet struck Tagyron in the back, causing his eyes to widen suddenly, and his half-risen body fell forward again.

At this moment, a pair of strong arms hugged him at this time, hugged his body, and did not let him lie down again. Ironically, that man was none other than Charlie of Old Duroc's two obnoxious nephews.

Charlie and Joey were originally planning to take revenge on Ed and Tagyron because they had temporarily hired their uncle as a strong backup, but they didn't expect that they had just walked behind the two of them, and suddenly something like this happened. The gunfire and blood startled the two of them, and their faces turned a little blue, but they were still old Duroc's nephews, reserve police officers of the Barblair Beach branch of the Stuttgard City Bureau, so they were not intimidated like ordinary people, and their brains were still thinking.

The moment Tarbilon was shot, the closest to him in the entire nightclub, apart from Ed and the gunman, were Charlie and Joey. The situation was too sudden, and when Tagyron's body leaned forward with the sound of the gunshot, the two of them didn't have time to think too much, and subconsciously reached out and took the old guy down.

Charlie's hands reached under Taglon's armpits, holding him and dragging him backwards. His eyes were wide, his breathing was rapid, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was pale. However, he was still calm, and his brother was beside him to help him.

Joey glanced at Tabilon at this point. Tabilon is still alive, but things don't seem to be going well. The gunman's shot didn't know which organ it hit in the old bastard's body, and his breathing sounded very wrong, very hard, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth with small bubbles. There was no pain on his face, but it was clear that his consciousness was beginning to blur a little.

Joey pressed Tabillon's bullet wound as a loud thud reached his ears. He looked up and saw that the jacket bastard who had scared them with a gun was now writhing with the gunman.

That's what Joey saw, but in reality, the few rounds between Ed and the Gunners were much more complicated and thrilling than the outsiders would see.

The moment the gunman fired the second bullet and wounded Tabillon's back, Ed had already lifted his ass from the stool and rushed up - even ordinary people with some common sense know that you can't run in the face of an opponent with a gun, running is a dead end, and the only chance of survival is to rush in front of the gunman, so that his gun becomes useless at too close distance, or the limit is greatly increased, and then you have the slightest chance of winning.

This is true for the person with the gun, and if the person is with a knife, the judgment is the opposite - you need to turn around and run immediately and pray that the other person will not fly the knife.

Ed rushed in front of the gunman, grabbed his wrist and pushed the muzzle of the gun upwards before he could shoot again, interfering with him and preventing him from accidentally misshooting and injuring anyone else. The distance between the two was never closer, and they could even hear each other's heavy breathing, see the subtle sweat on each other's faces, and the eyes with pupils constricted from the blood boiling and the heart going crazy.

The gunman's eyes made the deepest impression on Ed, the brownish pupils staring straight at him, as if a roaring lion was tied inside. He felt a mixture of power, ferocity, brutality, coldness, and irritation—especially irritation—rushing over his face, as if to tear his flesh and bones to the boneless. It was clear that the gunman was resentful of what he had done and resentful of what he had done. But it's a matter of course, Eddard, the bastard in a jacket that popped out of nowhere, has created an unexpected, deadly obstacle to his assassination attempt, and has now plunged him into a crisis of unprecedented magnitude.

But it's not over, he hasn't really lost yet, the operation hasn't really failed, he still has a chance to make amends, he can still get the job done and kill Tabilon before everything gets completely out of control!

He thought so, and for a moment a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind - and then his nose was smacked.

Ed didn't know what was going on in front of him, when this guy who looked like a character was thinking stupidly—he was still thinking stupidly, thinking about something? In such a situation, he was still thinking distractedly. It's just incredible.

It was also at this moment that Ed judged that this little guy was not actually as mature and professional as he seemed, and he appeared to be. He may be good in some ways, but he's still a novice overall, as evidenced by his current presence. And this is the perfect opportunity for Ed.

He didn't do any nonsense with this person, and took advantage of the fact that the two were too close now, and a head hammer slammed into the middle of this guy's face, throwing his neck back, and the nosebleed flew out directly. Then he grabbed the wrist of the man's gun-wielding hand, twisted it at a tricky angle below, and swung his other hand down, knocking the pistol to the ground with a loud "dang long" sound.

A roar came from the throat of the young gunman like a wounded beast. He put one hand over his nose, and his brown-gold eyes looked angrily and coldly at Ed in front of him—in that moment, he was convinced that he had more murderous intent than Tabillon had been the target of his mission. He's going to kill this man, even if it costs him a failed mission and Tapyron survives - he doesn't care about anything now!

If his uncle or Ed had known what he was thinking at this moment, I'm afraid they would each have a different mindset and shake their heads for the same reason. Human beings are emotional animals, but the reason why they are different from other inferior beings in the universe is because they have the reason to manage their emotions, make correct judgments at the moment when they "want to do but should not do", and make themselves "like a person", like a noble and powerful "person".

The gunslinger youth has now lost his most powerful weapon as a human being. He no longer used his own reason, but let his out-of-control emotions dominate him, and at this moment he has no intention of being with animals and beasts - and man and beasts, who is strong and who is weak, does not need to say much at all. Even if there are no fangs and claws, even if the disparity in strength is huge, there is no reason for man to lose to beasts, because man has wisdom and reason as weapons. There is no greater force in the universe than the intellect.

Ed didn't know what was going on in the heart of the young gunman, but he was experienced through countless moments of life and death, and he still sensed the danger. He glanced at the young man, and quickly dodged back as the other hand's other hand moved. He retreated in a very timely manner, very thrilling. In the next instant, a cold light streaked through the air where he had just been—a knife-sized knife shaped like a sharp tooth, unusually sharp, designed to tear flesh and combat uniforms. And where it slashed, that was exactly where Ed's throat was before!

Sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, Ed's eyes narrowed. This is a dangerous signal, a dangerous signal that is unusually bad for the young gunman. At that moment, his actions directly raised the matter between the two to the level of a personal grudge - he had just almost killed Ed, and he had a dead hand on Ed, and this also gave him and Ed a direct account to be settled.

That's not a good thing for the Gunslinger youth, because Ed always counts his every account - every one.

Of course, he didn't know how serious this was now, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because he was thinking about killing Ed at this time. The pause between the two lasted only a moment, and the next moment they were about to pounce on each other again. The young gunslinger now has more knives in his hand, but Ed certainly won't be afraid. He has a move to deal with an opponent with a knife, not to mention that he has a gun hidden behind his right hand waist!

But at this moment, another gunshot suddenly rang out, and the two of them were stopped in place. They had to do that, because the bullet was shot through the small space between the two of them—that small, narrow, just a slit of space. If the shooter misses even a little bit, the head of one of the two of them will already bloom.

"And the masters!"

The same lightning bolt struck through his skull, and Ed and the young man turned back at the same time, looking in the direction of the store. They saw an old man in his forties and fifties with sideburns and beard staring at the two of them with gloomy eyes and frowns, his outstretched arms firmly holding a terrifying silver long-barreled revolver of large caliber, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed straight at them.

"Detective Duroc of the Barblore Bureau," said the elder Duroc in a stern voice, squeezing his throat, "with his head in his hands, and on his knees!" ”