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Ed still had a little idea of how high they had climbed - of course, it was a bit difficult for him to say how many meters he had climbed, because although he used to be a scout, he was not on a reconnaissance mission at this time, but on the run. When a person runs for his life, he often does not scatter his senses too much on other unnecessary things, because every successful person will mention a golden rule when summarizing their successful experience - if you want to do something well, then do it wholeheartedly, put everything into it, there is nothing you can't do.

What Ed wanted to do well at that time was very simple, very clear, and very practical - that is, to run for his life, to run for his life with all his attention. Because of this, he was running on the old Duroc almost all the way, like a wicker pumping an immortal buffalo. At the same time, for the same reason, after he was kicked down the stairs by the old Carl who suddenly came out of the way, and after his body fell at a rapid speed, he just remembered how many meters he had climbed the two of them.

Of course, this question is not important, because there is one thing he still knows and can confirm, that is, no matter how many meters, it has reached the point where he can smash his flesh and blood into a big cake. If he was allowed to fall like this, he would surely die, and the others would have to use a large shovel to clean up his body.

It's not good, it's not good, it's always Ed's style to make trouble for no reason, but today he's a little thinner than usual—a little bit—so it's better not to have that development for the time being.

After flipping backwards in the air twice in a row, Ed inhaled to close his abdomen, straighten his chest and hips, and tense the muscles of his body, then leaned forward with both hands, grabbed the railing on the outside of the steel staircase, and stopped the falling figure violently.

Thankfully, Carl kicked himself out of the way so that the staircase itself was still within easy reach, and Ed was able to achieve the extreme feat of PUBG now. But it certainly doesn't come without a price. Although Eddard's reaction was fast enough, in the space of a few seconds, he had already fallen a considerable distance, falling two floors below the two of Carl and Old Duroc. With Ed's physical fitness and strength, this height was not enough to cause him any fatal damage, but when all the strength was concentrated on his arms, it almost dislocated his shoulder joints.

Now he could only grit his teeth and hang on the outside of the steel staircase, relying on the strength of his fingers to prevent his body from falling completely, and slowly waiting for the strength of his arms to recover. Thankfully, it's not something that takes long for his experienced body.

When he recovered—Ed thought in a heartbroken heart—he had to go back and take Carl's old boy's shoes off and stuff them in his mouth!

Then, the next moment, he felt someone grab his hand. He looked up and saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and then he remembered that he had glanced at it in a hurry, casually, before. It was the face of a buttonman soldier of the Donfrie family who was following Carl at the time.

This soldier should have been following the group closely behind him and Old Duroc before, but the speed of the two of them was too fast, and he used the complex passage structure of the factory to leave them behind. Of course, they didn't leave them too far, they kept chasing very closely, and they were scattered in twos and threes, forming a semi-encirclement from all sides in a net form that surrounded them, so that the direction in which they escaped was greatly restricted, and they could only run in one direction. This approach is actually very clever, if Ed and Old Duroc didn't plan to run around, it would be a matter of time before they were caught, but because the two of them had a plan, they had always had no fear.

Of course, the situation has completely changed now, and Carl's raid has disrupted all steps for the two of them. And now these little chasers behind have also caught up, Ed cursed in a low voice in his heart, and licked his lips silently.

The buttonman was not alone, he was followed by three other companions. Two of them came and grabbed Eddard's hands and dragged him up - Karl's order was clear, he wanted to catch him alive, he wanted both Ed and Old Duroc to live. If Ed falls to his death, and they watch and do nothing, then there is no doubt that he is derelict in his duties, that he has not carried out the orders given from above, that he has not done his job well. And in the world of gangsters, the fate of this kind of person is generally not much better, not how the above will punish you, but this kind of snub attitude does not know when it will kill you, sooner or later.

Ed didn't speak, didn't make a sound. He looked at the two buttonmen, and at the other two companions behind them—the four of them seemed to be working together and working together on a regular basis, with a very clear division of labor. The two men who helped Ed moved the submachine guns straddled behind them like a small satchel in order to facilitate their movements. The two buttonmen behind them were pointing their guns at the three of them, aiming at Ed, who was being pulled up the stairs, as if they would shoot without hesitation if Ed made any moves. It's a stark warning, warning Ed not to do anything superfluous - it's all good for them.

Ed had a number in his mind. He let the two buttonmen pull him back from the staircase—from the brink of death—and reluctantly broke away from the suspension that had terrified him. It is not the first time that he feels that being down-to-earth is a feeling of happiness, luxury, and gratitude, but every repetition can make him have a different perception and experience. Yes! It's nice to be able to kick your legs!

Then he found that the two big brothers who were holding him did not let go of their hands. The two enthusiastic buttonmen of the Donfried family, who were still clutching Edd's arm, and then one of them, the one in the right direction, touched his other hand to Ed's ass.

Very ordinary and reasonable move. They wanted to take Ed's pistol, disarm him, and minimize his threat.

But here's the problem - there's a reason why these guys at the bottom of the gang family are at the bottom. They are not only lacking in ability and experience, but more importantly, they do not have any technical content, in-depth consideration and foresight from the perspective and vision of things. They will never understand that the real threat of a person who is a real threat is not his weapon or force, but another more important and critical force, the power that determines the command and the commanded, the power that cannot be seen with the simple naked eye.

Ed raised his head slightly, his mouth on the left side, as if he didn't mean to resist at all, and let the two big brothers do whatever they wanted to do to their bodies. In front of him, the other two buttonman soldiers with guns standing at the bottom of the stairs also unconsciously relaxed slightly when they looked at Ed's relaxed appearance, and their companion's hand that had touched the back of Ed's jacket.

A split second can decide everything, it can change everything - there are not many opportunities that can be used to turn the situation around in these few seconds, maybe only one, only that moment, and Ed just grabbed that moment in a moment, and at the same time as the pistol holster behind his waist was touched, his body suddenly took a step forward, raised his leg and kicked it on the muzzle of the submachine gun in the hand of the two buttonmen slightly in front of him at the entrance of the stairs, and kicked it upwards and flew upward.

Chaos - although it may have been less than half a second, but at that time, except for Ed, the other four buttonmen were all messed up, but it wasn't the chaos of chaos, but they all messed up their rhythm and were beaten out of the rhythm of what they were doing. They couldn't control themselves at all, so they just subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the submachine gun that belonged to their companion that flew into the air. Their eyes were all focused on that moment.

The timing needs to be grasped, and the future needs to be manufactured. Of course, Ed, who seized the opportunity to direct the future and promote the development according to his own wishes, could not just stop and let the rhythm that had just rushed to his own tune return to the hands of others. He quickly gathered all the strength that had been recovered in his arms, regardless of the pain in the joints, his fingers grabbed the wrists of the two button-man brothers on the left and right sides of his side, and turned and twisted in place like a spinning top, twisting their arms and pulling them together in front of him, and at the same time let out a painful scream.

Ed opened his mouth to inhale, his eyes staring coldly ahead like wolves, staring at the empty factory outside the stairs illuminated by the blazing afternoon sun, let go of the wrists of the two buttonmen, grabbed their throats, and lifted their bodies one by one like roosters before they could react and struggle, and then pressed down hard, hitting the back of their necks against the steel railing, making a concussive "thud".

The two buttonmen rolled their eyes and fainted without snorting. At this time, the other two buttonman soldiers at the bottom of the stairs in the back had just reacted, and the eldest brother who was kicked with the gun had just picked up the gun he had dropped back into his hand, but when he looked up, he found that only half of them were left.

Again, subconsciously, they turned their guns on Ed. But even the layman could feel it, and there was a very awkward stiffness in their movements, as if they were hesitating about what they were doing.

The corners of Ed's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand and stretched out an index finger at the two of them, shaking it from side to side.