Dodging that bullet was not a difficult task, even in a situation like the current situation where the two sides were not very far apart. Ed remembered the technique, the rules that had helped him survive the bite of countless bullets, the simple but effective invisible bond between the hunter and the prey in the hunt.

There will always be a few things and words in a person's life, which will always echo in your mind, no matter what, you will never forget, and from time to time it will be like a dolphin jumping out of the water, arousing a magma splash like a whale falling into the sea.

Ed remembers, Ed hasn't forgotten, Ed can't throw it away - not to get hit by a bullet, the way is very simple, as long as you keep moving, keep it fast enough, keep the action from being captured, keep your reaction always above the owner of the finger that pulled the trigger. It's a gift, a cruel gift, deeply embedded in the muscles and muscles of people like Eddard, so that they will burst out with a brain-transcending response at a given moment, like a biological instinct-like defense mechanism. Only a very small number of poor groups are forced to form this mechanism in their bodies, which is their luck to help them survive, and it is also their misfortune that they have to survive this way.

This is also what makes Ed curse in his heart. It used to be like this during the war, but now that the war is over, he has come to Stuttgard, to the metropolis of civilized society, and the situation has hardly changed, and it is still what it should be. This made Ed deeply summarize the lesson for the hundredth time. Once again, he was deeply aware that the war was not over at all—it was never over, it had only changed its form, and it had become more cunning and difficult to deal with. And if he wants to survive this new war, he must keep up with the times and do his best to be smarter, smarter, smarter!

Of course, that's all for the time being. The most important thing for him at the moment is to deal with the problem in front of him, and the first thing is to dodge the bullet. That's not that difficult, even now when the two sides aren't very far apart, and ordinary people may not be able to react enough, but Ed is not included in that - it should be.

Novices have the mistakes that novices will make, and veterans also have pitfalls that veterans will plant. Sometimes it's not entirely good that your body reacts faster than your brain, and sometimes it can make you suffer a lot that you wouldn't have suffered at all.

At the moment when the gray-hatted man fired, Ed's body instinctively dodged, his calves exerted, his shoes stepped on the ground, and he started to the side, kicking like a rabbit - and then, like the killer youth, because of the thick and solid snow on the street, he slipped on the spot, and lay on the ground with his hips that had not moved the slightest distance. He couldn't dodge the bullet, or he couldn't dodge it completely, but he just made the bullet's foothold 108,000 nanometers different from the position that the other party was aiming at, and flew past Ed's arm and shot into the sign of the Red Crocodile nightclub.

The original neon sign stabbed twice, and then the "red" light went out and became a "crocodile nightclub".

"Hell!"

Ed lay on the ground, and let out a curse in his heart again, the corners of his mouth twitched and pulled downward, and his calm and irritable gaze was gloomy like a pool of black water. Then he saw the man in the gray hat press down the muzzle of his gun and aim it at him again. He judged it slightly by the angle, and it was aimed at his head.

It's too late, that's fast, there is only a moment left for Ed to respond, and at that moment he can only have time to make a move, either counterattack or dodge, only one of the two choices is right, only one can ensure Ed's survival at that time, and the other will kill him.

Ed chose more. He could have had time to pull out the pistol from the back of his waist and shoot the gray-hatted man in the head as fast as he could, but if he did, he would have ended up with the other man, and he had no way - there was no chance of survival. Because even a person like him, a veteran like him, can only have time to do one thing well in such a short period of time, and that thing will occupy all his mind in real time. If he wants to hide, then there is no way to think about counterattacking, and if he wants to fight back, he has no time to think about how to dodge. It's not difficult to make this trade-off, because of course, his life is better than the other party's life, and he doesn't have to exchange his life with the other party.

So he chose to hide at that moment. His legs kicked the ground again, and then his body spun counterclockwise across the snow - the moment his head left the spot, the bullet went into the snow, penetrating the layers of snow and into the ground.

And after that, Ed finally had room to calmly fight back. He seized the opportunity, and after rolling around, he didn't rush to get back up, but quickly pulled out the pistol behind his waist and pulled the trigger at the gray-hatted man at a bottom-up angle.

The gray-hatted man didn't react. On the one hand, it was because he missed twice in a row - Ed was able to escape his two shots at such a close distance twice in a row, which was completely unexpected, and ordinary people definitely do not have such strong reflexes and decisive execution. On the other hand, because Ed's gun was so fast, he almost didn't aim at all, and shot the bullet almost at the same time as he pulled out the gun.

However, unlike the previous rehearsal, Ed's bullet did not hit the gray hat man's head, but instead hit the gun in his hand, sending it flying. The man in the gray hat let out a cry of pain and grabbed his hand. The powerful force tore through his tiger's jaw, and blood flowed out. Next to him, the killer youth stared at all this, looking at his companion next to him. He didn't seem to have imagined that things would be such a development.

Then he realized that it might have gotten worse, and he saw that Ed had gotten up from the ground.

In fact, it is more accurate to say that it bounces - this time Ed learned a lesson, quickly summed up his previous mistakes, controlled his legs to exert force on the snow, and rushed through the street like a fly.

At this time, because of the previous three gunshots, the pedestrians around were frightened and avoided from here, and the vehicles came and went. Ed rushed in front of the two of them without hindrance.

He still had a gun in his hand, but he wasn't going to use it right away, and the two young killers could see that Ed wasn't going to use it right away. Their eyes showed a black fierce light at the same time. The moment Ed approached, the uninjured hand of the gray-hatted man touched the back of his waist for a moment, and then a sharp cold light swung towards Ed.

Ed is now sure that these guys must have been brought out by the same senior, and they always used these tricks back and forth. But this time Ed didn't dodge, he raised his arm to block the gray hat man's knife-wielding arm, so that the sharp blade stopped in front of his eyes - in front of the eyeball, about four or five centimeters away. He then punched the gray-hatted man in the face, followed by a backhand elbow that slammed into the elbow of the killer youth.

It's not the first time the two have fought up close, but this time Ed won't save any face for the young man who killed him. He met the brownish eyes, stuck out his tongue and grimaced defiantly, then slammed his gun into the center of his skull on the top of his head.

The position of the handle seems to be inherently used to knock people, no matter what position it is knocked on, it works very well, it hurts, and it is no different from being hit by a mace. This is also the reason why the pistol can also show good power in melee combat, although there is no special physical skill that is invented with the gun, but every experienced gunner has his own set of "melee gun fighting skills", which are usually characterized by simple moves, but effective, very effective.

The killer youth was basically knocked unconscious by Ed's blow, but the severe pain kept him awake. The only thing he knew for sure was that his head must be bleeding, and he could feel the ant-like warmth creeping down his forehead down his face and nose, and then down, to the tip of his nose, to his chin. Then he opened his eyes and found himself leaning forward, facing the snow-white earth—the white with a harsh red on it—and he realized that he was planting himself on the ground.

At that moment, he instinctively reached to his side, to everything he could hold on, to stabilize his body. Then his fingers grabbed the doorknob of the back seat of the black car next to him and pulled it open.

An arm suddenly appeared at this moment, stretched out from it and grabbed the young man's arm by his clothes, and was about to drag him into the car.

Ed was dealing with the grey hat man - he almost fell to the ground after being punched by Eddard, but then he recovered and stabbed at Ed again. Ed swung his gun off the knife from his hand with the hilt of his gun, sideways dodged his jab, and the bulletist grabbed the hair from his head and slammed it into the window next to him, shattering the glass.

Then he turned around and noticed the movement behind him, pulling the other side of his clothes from behind as the young man was about to be pulled into the car. But the next moment, Ed discovers that he has been fooled.

The rear car door that was dragged open by the killer youth seemed to be kicked by the people inside at this time, and it hit Ed's chest with a bounce. The power transmitted was incredibly huge, Ed didn't come up in one breath, he coughed violently and was slapped into the sky, letting go of the killer youth, and the big character fell into the white snow.

Screaming in his heart, Ed hurriedly got up, but at this time, the killer young man had already been pulled into the car, and even the gray-haired man got back into the co-pilot's seat, and the whole car rushed out like a burning ass in a burst of extremely fast roaring engines. Looking at the speed and grip, there is no doubt that the tire is a snow tire.

"Okay," Ed stood up from the ground, patted the snow on his body, looked in the direction where the car had disappeared, lifted his glasses, licked his lips, and spat at the "phew" next to him, snorting and staring, his brows squeezed together, "It's good now." ”

"Don't move!"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Ed turned his head to see the old Duroc with blood on his hands and face holding the viper revolver to himself, sipping loudly as he wiped the blood from his face.

"Throw the gun on the ground, turn around and kneel with your head in your hands!"

Ed opened his mouth slightly, looked at Old Duroc, and squeezed his brows harder.

“…… Isn't that good!? ”