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Someone once summed up the difference between men and women in a very classic way - less than the top, more than the bottom.

Although it is a bit one-sided, but from the perspective, it is indeed the same thing. It's just that in this case, the difference between the two is too obvious and fatal.

Once, when Ed was fighting Tithe—and now that he thinks about it, it was an incredible, incredible, thought-provoking thing to play with him for so long—and he learned a lesson from the time, that is, never hit a woman in the chest, because it didn't work. The part of women that is more than men has a very strong ability to resist impacts, and men can't compare.

In fact, the part of the man that has more than the woman plays a negative role in this. Ed had never had a similar experience in his part, but he could tell what it was like to be in a trance when he thought about it a little, and now he looked at the expression of the big button man in front of him with even more certainty.

The eldest brother's face twisted into a rag. When Ed kicked him in the crotch, his body was already reacting uncontrollably. His hands let go of the submachine gun, his wrists stiffened back, each finger turned into the shape of a branch, and his arm twitched at his elbow. Shrunk close to the sides of the torso, the legs and knees collided with the calves outward, a standard inner eight rabbit jumped, the two eyes turned upwards like never before, and the pupil iris was basically no longer visible, the jaw bone was wide open and the lips were clamped into a cylinder shape, and the pea shooter pouted outward, but it did not make any sound strangely.

When he fell back to the ground, he just stopped and lay on the spot, kneeling on the ground with his forehead hitting the ground, his hands in his crotch together, his body trembling uncontrollably, and then-

"Whew——!!!"

“……”

Old Duroc had already sensed that something was wrong when he heard the howl of an unknown brute—not a human anyway. But what he felt was much more than that, and he also found himself free again, the force behind him was gone, and the movement that bound his hands had stopped. Now although the wrist of one of his hands has been shackled, the other hand is still free, in other words, both of his hands are actually free now. So he immediately got up with his hands on the ground like push-ups, trying to figure out what was going on and what was going on. But immediately, a hand grabbed him by the collar at the back of his neck and pulled him off the ground.

After stepping on the ground again, the first thing old Duroc saw was the staircase that he and the other two eldest brothers rolled down in front of him, and at the entrance of the stairs where the platform went down and then the staircase, there were a bunch of buttonmen with strange looks, strange eyes, and a silent atmosphere, although several of them had already chased them up the stairs, as if they were about to rush down next, but at this time they all stopped there, and all of them hesitated, as if there was something below that terrified them very much...... Or something that is physically uncomfortable.

Old Duroc blinked, followed the gaze of the buttonmen and turned his head to look in the direction of the side next to him, and then happened to meet the eyes of the eldest brother who had just slowly raised his head.

The eldest brother is already deflated at this time, in all respects. Old Duroc didn't know how to describe the look on the face of the man he saw at this time, he had never seen such a "shriveled" face, the slightly twitching body, the complexion that seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, and the gray and obscure eyes that were about to starve to death, struck a blow to the old Duroc's hard heart, making him close his lips tightly, and the corners of both mouths skimmed down at the same time.

Then, the eldest brother was kicked in the jaw by a leg shadow that suddenly swept out from behind Old Duroc, hit the railing backwards and fell to the ground, tilting his head and fainting. I don't know if I should say lucky or unlucky, but anyway he survived.

One stone breaks through the water and the sky. Old Duroc reacted, and so did the buttoned soldiers on it. Everything is moving again.

Subconsciously, old Duroc was about to reach for the gun behind his waist, but the hand that had been grabbing the back of his neck dragged him backwards, and at the same time, a pistol that he was very familiar with stretched out from his side and shot wildly at the buttons that were pouring down like sheep, as if there was no bullet limit at all—

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" “……”

It was too late, and every shot brought a blood spark, and the first few buttonmen fell down one after another, and then fell down the stairs and rolled down, making the frightened footsteps of the people behind them pause, and subconsciously took out their submachine guns and fired at the lower side. However, in the short interval when they were temporarily suppressed by the Dead Announcer with the extended magazine, Old Duroc had been dragged by Ed into the narrow passage that was only large enough for one person to pass laterally, and rushed into the interior of the factory building.

"I thought you were dead!"

"Half-dead...... But there was still a little bit of strength left to shoot. Sorry for the lateness, I'll have to get my gun back first! ”

Blocking the pursuers and saving the old Duroc, Ed still has not much physical strength left, and this time it consumes a lot, and even in order to solve the battle as soon as possible. He'd never done anything like this before, and it was the first time he'd done it today. It doesn't feel good.

And the old Duroc, who was running behind, finally saw something at this time. Ed's running posture was a little wrong, a little awkward, as if the two legs were one long and one short, his body was staggering, and his wheezing was heavier and more disordered than before, and his speed was slowly becoming chaotic.

Immediately, the elder Duroc realized that the honesty that Ed had been lying so honest before was not all pretending. The damage that Carl inflicted on Ed's body was not as light as Ed appeared now, it was actually very, very serious, but Ed forced it and didn't show it. But of course, old Duroc thought that if he had been grabbed by Karl and thrown a few times, he would have to break a few bones even if he didn't turn into sausages on the spot.

But that didn't work - old Duroc glanced back, and the light from the exit of the small platform where the narrow passage was connected had disappeared, and figures could be seen swaying rapidly in the darkness, and it was obvious that the Donfrie family buttons had caught up. And the reason why they didn't shoot now should be because they were worried about hitting themselves.

No matter. Originally, old Duroc still had some scruples in his heart, but now people who think too much at this time are the real fools, and everything is easy to discuss when he leaves here, but if he can't leave, then it's too late to say anything.

He took two quick steps forward, and before Ed could understand what was going on, Old Duroc shoved him on his back. This time the power is not small, if it is the usual Ed, if it is the usual Ed's physical condition and mental reaction, in this tense situation, someone dares to give him such a hand from behind, it is estimated that he has already been directly turned around and grabbed the arm subconsciously broken, and the flesh and bone are crunchy. But now, one is because of defenselessness, and the other is because the state is really bad, whether it is mental or physical, so he was so easily pushed by the old Duroc, and almost fell to the ground, fortunately, because of the instinctive opening of his arm, he grabbed the railing of the passage close at hand, and bent down to stabilize his body.

Before he could turn around and yat the detective, what the hell was going on, Old Duroc reached out and grabbed Ed's waist from behind, putting his head back and ass forward like a sack.

"Hey!"

"Don't move!"

Sensing Ed's subconscious struggle, Old Duroc slapped the ass of his face without saying a word. At the same time, his steps did not stop at all, and his two calves thrashed back and forth frantically according to the original rhythm, and the speed did not decrease at all, but his breathing involuntarily changed to the unique length and shortness of weight-bearing long-distance running—Ed's weight exceeded his imagination, almost a quarter lighter. This is really the best of all the bad news right now.

Running for his life by an old man on his shoulders like a daughter-in-law was the most humiliating thing Ed had ever experienced since he came to the city. He decided that he would write everything that had happened today in his diary, and then bite it into pieces and throw it into the stove, and then use the ashes to fertilize the weeds in the yard. He could probably guess what Old Duroc was thinking, and when he was facing backwards, he also saw the strange and swift figures of the chasing buttons behind him, like zombies coming out of the cage.

Pulling out the Dead Reporter's pistol from his waist, despite the uncomfortable posture, Ed struggled to aim as well as he could, and then pulled the trigger. The light of the bullet and boring fire briefly lit up the pitch-black passage, briefly allowing Ed to see the face of the big brother who was running in the front, to see a snowflake bloom on the left cheekbone not far below the eye socket on the side of his nose, to see the moment when his body writhed but had not completely collapsed, but had just lost control—there was no doubt that in all these cases, the one who ran at the front was always the unlucky.

Then, Ed heard Old Duroc's shouts.

"We're going out soon!"

“……”

Turning his head back, Ed saw what Old Duroc had said, a white light that lit up at the end of the narrow passage. This unusually narrow passage through the cracks inside the huge machine is finally coming to an end. The reason why Ed chose this road as an escape route at that time was because it was deep enough and long enough to let them run far away in one go, and the special terrain was not conducive to the pursuit of the enemy, which could buy Ed and Old Duroc more time and room for relaxation, and create more opportunities and possibilities to leave here.

Then, like a fish in water, Old Duroc carried Ed on his shoulders and plunged headlong into the light.