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As he turned his head, Carl saw a black shadow, a swirling black shadow, flying towards him like a small propeller from Ed's direction. It's really that "whoosh" feeling.

Because the state was not quite right, Carl didn't have time to think about it at all, and he didn't have time to think about it at all. He subconsciously turned backwards, as if a balloon had exploded in front of his eyes, and at the same time, at the moment when the thing flashed in front of his eyes, he threw his hand and punched it directly on it, making it sit on the ground without stopping and turned a corner, "whoosh" changed direction and flew to the other side, just along the iron gate without the iron door when Carl and Old Duroc came in to the outside of the building, "bang" hit the railing with a bang, knocked into the air, and turned around twice at a slow speed. Fell down the stairs.

It was thanks to the two spins in the air that Carl could see what it was—it was the miniature submachine gun that Ed had just used to shoot him, the one he had snatched from his own boys!

Karl didn't expect that the detective would be throwing him away with the submachine gun he had snatched from his blind men after shooting himself, which was simply too much!

"Still don't thank him!"

Seriously re-decided, Carl turned around, only to find that Ed had already run away, and even Old Duroc had already run away. Although the two of them hadn't gotten together yet, they echoed each other from afar, jumping between the intricate steel platforms connected by stairs, passages, and elevators like a maze in the sky, seemingly intending to cross the huge building and meet again after finding the exit on the other side, completely throwing off Carl and Donfrie's army of buttoners.

But while it may seem like a bit bad, it's nowhere near really bad as it could be. For Carl, there was good news before his eyes.

He stood on the edge of the platform where he had just fought with Old Duroc - or beat him up - and looked at the entire factory building from afar, his eyes flickering back and forth between the stairs, platforms, and countless machines of various shapes that he didn't know what they were all used for in this steel labyrinth, and finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, and when he opened them again, his gaze was completely restrained.

Then he stepped forward, jumped over the railing, jumped off the platform, and vanished.

At the same time, on the other side, Ed, who was running away frantically while keeping an eye on the old Duroc in the distance, also noticed the anomaly behind him, and noticed that the perverted old butler with a mouth full of strawberry nosebleeds sauce did not catch up. Of course, doubts immediately rose in his heart, wondering why the perverted old butler with a mouth full of strawberry nosebleed sauce didn't catch up. And right away, he knew why.

It was really a long time ago, a thought that should have been thought of when I met that four-person team before. Since he had already met a button man team of the Donfried family before, it means that although Ed didn't see it, he could push it out, and the other button man teams of the Donfry family must be nearby, and it is impossible to be too far away, and it is impossible to give the semi-encirclement to Zhang as big. And the interior of this huge building that they are in now is a very, very large space, which represents a very, very normal situation, which is that there are very, very many exits and entrances here - in other words, those buttonman squads that Ed didn't see before, they have many, many options to enter this steel jungle calmly.

A jungle, two camps, hunter and prey. A few hunters in pursuit, two prey on the run - in this new arena now, Ed felt that the situation was becoming more and more malevolent.

Although he didn't say it, he had already begun to curse in his heart. Then he was knocked to the ground with a "bang".

I haven't heard of anyone controlling the volume of their footsteps when they are running for their lives. People who do that are not running for their lives, but sneaking, peeping, quietly digging something out of the dirt. It was also this that made Ed suffer a big loss, allowing his enemies to take the lead, quietly ambushing him at the corner of the road he had to pass in advance, and then giving him a rifle butt the moment he appeared.

The weight of the miniature submachine gun was not much bigger, and if it had been a cannon barrel on Ed's head, he would be bleeding profusely now, if not faint. But now he was lying on the ground, with one hand on his forehead, his eyes closed, his mouth wide open and his big teeth bared, and he looked like he was in pain, but in fact it was dry thunder and no rain—not even thunder, just a thin layer of dark clouds pretending there.

The three buttonmen came in one after the other, I don't know where they came in, I don't know if they saw or heard the sound of Ed running on the steel frame bridge, and they lined up here to ambush Ed. The eldest brother in front of him held the micro in his hand. rushed to the front, wanting to make up for Ed's neck again, completely knocking Ed unconscious, and making him lose the ability to resist.

But just as he will be slight. When the butt of the gun was smashed down again, Ed suddenly opened his closed eyes, moved quickly with the hand covering the wound on his forehead, grabbed the body of the gun of the eldest brother, and pushed the submachine gun "Bar Click" to the eldest brother's eye socket at the next moment when the surprised expression was not fully blooming on the eldest brother's face.

The eldest brother screamed in pain and lifted the waist that had just bent down again, his two hands touched his eyes uncontrollably, and the wide open front door was seen by Ed, who stepped forward with both feet and slammed his belly button on his stomach. The huge force exploded in the middle of his body, and the eldest brother flew directly backwards, knocking his two companions behind him to the ground.

Eddard, who got up quickly, quickly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Old Duroc in the distance. Sure enough, the old detective had also encountered the siege of the Donfrie family's army of buttoners, and had already exchanged hands with a small group of soldiers. However, their warband was a little more subtle, because Old Duroc had just finished a terrible fight with Carl - he had just finished a brutal beating by Carl, so for the time being, he was in a bad state and was not suitable to fight with anyone again. However, it is precisely because the old Duroc has just ended a tragic beating by Carl that his mental state is in a very dangerous period, and it is the best time to find someone to vent his anger. So all things considered, his combat power was not much worse than when he fought crickets with the wanderer's janitor, Big Cole, under the Parry Street Viaduct. Not strong, not weak, just right.

Ed felt like he didn't need to worry about that old hard bone for a while. What he had to worry about now were the Buttonmen of the Donfrie family who had poured into the building and surrounded them, and Karl who didn't know where.

From just now to now, Carl hasn't shown up since he didn't chase after them, which is not normal, not a good thing. The threats that can be seen on the surface of the jungle are never really threats, not threats that will really threaten you. The real danger is that you bury yourself in the dark, you can't see it, you can't find it, and by the time you realize it's there, you're already a "one-hit-kill" hunter who has fallen into its net and can't escape.

Ed was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a noisy commotion in his ears. He turned his head and realized that he didn't need to worry about old Duroc just now. That old guy needs help, and right away!

I don't know whether to call it luck or misfortune, hit the jackpot or fall into bad luck, the route taken by the old Duroc happened to hit the army of buttonmen head-on. The soldiers of the Donfried family appeared one after another from all directions, blocking every direction of Old Duroc's progress in all directions. As a last resort, Old Duroc had no choice but to turn around and evacuate, fleeing towards Ed's side.

Ed looked at the figure of the elder Duroc from afar, frowned at the large mass of buttons that followed behind him, and after a moment's thought, turned his head and turned back. The three eldest brothers in front of him, who had just been knocked to the ground by him, were huddled together and wanted to get back up at this time, but the process was very difficult because of the poor posture. And Ed looked at the three of them at this time, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked.

He stepped forward, and when the eldest brother who had knocked him at the front looked up at him blankly, he raised his leg and kicked the other man in the face, kicking him back to the ground along with the two behind him. Then he leaned down, took the submachine gun off his eldest brother's neck, bounced it and turned to aim it in the direction of Old Duroc, and pulled the trigger directly.

A series of gunshots rang out, and the bullets crossed the old Duroc, successfully interfering with the footsteps of the large number of pursuers behind him, allowing the detective brother to successfully pull away and come to another platform on the opposite side of the platform closest to Eddard's place. There was originally a steel bridge between the two platforms, but the steel bridge was very far from here. So old Duroc didn't care, his speed did not decrease, and he wanted to jump directly from that side, anyway, the distance was not too far.

Ed looked at Old Duroc and watched his sturdy figure leap up and fly into the sky. Then he saw the shadow, the shadow that suddenly burst out from below, kicked him on the waist with a comical look of surprise on Old Duoc's face, kicking him back in the air again, and he turned over twice in a row with the help of the reaction force, and landed in front of Ed with a perfect movement.

Carl looked up at Ed in front of him, at the detective he had been thinking about, and smiled bloodily.

“……”

Ed lowered his head, looked at Carl, didn't say a word, raised his leg and kicked directly at the big face.