There was a question that the elder Duroc had just forgotten and had only remembered until now. He didn't have his own police with him today. Insignia.

Of course, this is of course, how can a forty-five-year-old detective go out on a blind date with his female companion during his vacation time and still carry that kind of thing - of course, the gun has to be said separately. For the police in Stuttgarl and some other special professions under the starry sky, the gun is like a mobile phone, which is a necessity for the life of the Star Era, which is impossible to leave ten meters away from the side even if the brain forgets home.

But that's the problem - that's the problem - if every bastard with a gun in Stuttgar pulls out a gun and yells "I'm a cop" or something like that, and every single one of them says it is true, then the police will easily reach a level where they can compete with the planetary army, and can kick the likes of Duke Albert of Blood and A.R.X straight from the idol stage to Mars. That's their real paradise.

Impossible. No one can assume that you are a police officer based on just a gun and a word, even if you are a real police officer, you are really a police officer, and there is no police officer. With the emblem in your hand, you are also an impostor, no different from a fake. Duroc Sr. himself had encountered similar situations more than once, and each time he was able to easily recognize the other party's lies and beat them up.

No one can hide this kind of thing from Old Duroc. He has a nose that specializes in dealing with similar situations, and it is an inherent weapon that he has spent more than twenty years and countless bloody lessons to develop. He could smell the jerk, by looking him in the eye, by observing movements, by distinguishing sounds—given a little time, he could smell the man standing in front of him of him by the jerk breath.

Of course, the police also have a kind of bastard atmosphere, but this bastard's aura is not the same as those real bastards - a little different, but basically there is blood, gunsmoke, blood, and sweat in it. This is what these people have in common, and the elder Duroc can accurately identify them. But the bad thing is that he doesn't think that the two "little guys" in front of him can have the same ability as him.

He had just said that he was a police officer and let them be arrested, although it was very powerful, but based on the fatal question he had just thought of, he was not at all sure that they would really do what he thought they would do.

Actually, he was half right. Of course, Ed and the Killer Youth couldn't do what Duroc Sr. said, but not for the reason that Old Duroc thought. Although they used different methods, they had actually judged that Old Duroc was indeed a police officer, a police detective.

Ed's judgment is based on two aspects. One is because of old Duroc's guns - Marcy once told Ed about the history of the Stuttgard police department during a casual conversation, and it is said that ten years or more ago, the standard guns of the Stuttgar police were not the same as Marcy and they use today, but another older and more classic style - Kirill's "Viper" revolver.

Simple and brutal, this is the most significant feature of the Viper revolver. This pistol is second to none in the whole pistol family, the gun weighs 935.5 to 1362.78 grams, the gun is 203.2 to 342.9 mm long, and the barrel alone can reach 152.4 mm.

Unfortunately, because of the low capacity of the bullet nest, this gun was replaced and eliminated near the end of the war, and was replaced by the same model as the front-line army, the "Hakayulan" semi-automatic pistol, commonly known as the "small throwing knife", because its ammunition capacity is the same as the throwing knife that a throwing knife belt can carry, which is fifteen rounds.

Very few people use the Viper revolver nowadays, especially the gangsters or killers who are obsessed with keeping up with the times, and they rarely use such bulky old guys out of sentiment because of their efficiency. However, if it is an old police detective who is about the same age as the old Duroc in front of him, then there is indeed a little possibility, which can be said.

After all, the old guy in front of him is not very smart, and it is very likely that he really puts his feelings above efficiency.

And the second reason why Ed judged that Old Duroc was really a police detective, and the reason why he no longer hesitated to drop the hammer directly on the spot, was that the "smell" on his body was too rushing, and it was exactly the same as Marcy. He bet Albert's Black Forest Manor and Eliqi's cowboy hat that this old guy was not only really a police detective, but also a hard stubble like Marcy who pulled out his heart and banged on his head. The most troublesome kind.

In addition to Ed, the same thought seemed to rise in the hearts of the killer youth at the same moment. The moment he saw Duroc, his face suddenly turned ugly - in fact, it was already ugly, but now it became even more ugly.

Unlike Ed, he knew that Old Duroc was a police detective because he knew this guy - Old Duroc didn't know him, but he knew Old Duroc. This detective who has been a thorn in the head since the first day in their family's territory, many people think that he will not survive more than a year before he will be quietly killed by someone unknown in a dark alley for well-known reasons, but the end is not. He is still alive, and has been tossing and turning for several years, tossing and turning the three major families of Bablore Beach in order, and causing a lot of trouble for all of them.

There are many people in the circle who hate him to the core, but the high-ranking members of the three major families have shown unusual tolerance for this character. They restrain the people below to make concessions in a conflict with the police, leaving the problem to the top and leaving it to them to solve. And if the other party is the thorn of the old Duroc, it is even more necessary to be able to not collide without colliding, because if this kind of person does not kill him in the end, then the general treatment method will not work at all, and this guy will bite a painful piece of meat on the family's body before he stops. And this kind of hard role, the gang often will not move, first of all, because the cost is too high, and if there is no absolute necessity, it is a loss-making business to spend time, energy and resources to do it to the other party. Secondly – and most importantly – the most fundamental and decisive factor – is that such people are very rare.

Very rare people often represent very precious, with many unique use values that others do not have. Although the old Duroc himself may not be aware of it, in the eyes of the dark world, the more principled and self-abiding characters like them are, the more they can produce huge use value in specific situations, and they are rare tool talents.

A secret curse erupted in the heart of the killer youth. He looked at Old Duroc, at John and Joey beside him, at Tabilon in John's arms - Tabilon had been dragged behind Old Duroc by John, Joey pulled over two chairs, John put his body face down on top of it, turned around and called out to the red tie behind the counter to get the first aid kit. It may not be common for people to shoot in such places, but it is not uncommon for people to fight, and occasionally they are too hard to get seriously injured, and proper emergency medical care is as necessary as a business prop for a full-fledged entertainment store and alcohol or music. It may seem strange, but it is.

The Killer Youth realizes that he is finished, and that he will not be able to complete his mission today. If it was someone else standing in front of him today, he would definitely not hesitate to choose to kill the other party, and then calmly kill Tabillon after eradicating the obstacle. But if it's the old Duroc, then the situation is completely wrong, even if he is murderous and not calm, he has to force himself to calm down at this time, otherwise if something happens to the old Duroc, then even if he completes the task, what awaits him will not be the family's praise, but the punishment he can't bear. He now had no other choice but to go.

The brown-gold pupils swept indifferently over Eddard, and the old Duroc further behind, and the killer young man held his breath, and then suddenly struck out, swinging the knife at Ed again. This time his movements were very large, like a heavy punch that rounded his arm, and the speed was not fast, and the angle was not good enough, not lethal at all, but because the range of the attack was too wide, Ed was still forced to take a big step back.

Then, at the moment when the old Duroc in the back opened his mouth again to warn because of the scene in front of him, the killer young man threw out the flying knife in his hand, and the direction was Tabillon lying on the chair.

Of course, there is still a little bit of a psychological killer young man who tries to get lucky in the end, but more he knows that he will not succeed. This time it was just a false cover-up, and his real purpose was not on Tapyron at all, but to distract old Duroc.

He did it. The speed of his throwing knife was very, very fast, but Old Duroc's gun was even faster. As if the eyes were not deliberately aiming at all, the muzzle of the viper's revolver was slightly deflected, and then fired, the bullet was bored, and the flying knife was intercepted in mid-air with great accuracy, and it flew out with a single blow.

There was no time to narcissistically marvel at his young marksmanship and reflexes, and the elder Duroc immediately realized that he had been deceived. He looked up, and sure enough, he saw that the little cub had turned around and fled out of the store, and the bastard in the black jacket with glasses was rushing out in his heels.