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The explosion was too far away. It wasn't until Ed heard the old detective's shouts and turned his head to see the fire that the rumbling vibration reached his ears in the air. Because he didn't see the whole process directly, he didn't know what was going on and what the car exploded. Like old Duroc, he had two glasses reflecting the tiny red dots, and his forehead was twisted and he was biting on a cigar and brushing his hair.

He wanted to ask the detective what he saw, but when he turned around, he found that the old man had already run away, and by this time he had already run down the spiral steel staircase with a double-digit staircase. He hurriedly raised his feet and chased after him.

Ed is a thin man, or a little thin compared to the standards of normal people, about 1.75 meters tall, weighing only more than 120 pounds. And the old Duroc may be because of the natural fat of the body when he is old, the belly part is no longer the same eight-pack abs as back then, but quietly, a little erect, a pinch, can pinch out a considerable handful of meat, of course, when asked he will always say "it's just a little thicker belly". He would never admit that he was fat, and he told others that his physical strength was definitely better than it was then, and that he would always be so.

The front and back are said separately, and in the middle, Ed will definitely stand firmly on the side of the old Duroc. Fat or not fat put aside for the time being, this old guy's physical strength is definitely at the level of a golden unicorn fairy who pulls a whale to practice a tow bar, he took the lead and rushed forward like the brakes were thrown out of the window, Ed couldn't catch up with him.

To say that he lost to an old man who was half a year older than himself in running, Ed would never admit it. Then there is only one fact left - it seems that people can indeed do something incredible beyond common sense, beyond the limit, beyond the moral law when they are extremely excited. Ed has become an absolute supporter of this sentence from today onwards, because there is a living fact running in front of him.

The two of them followed the path they had come—of course, after the selection, and took the shortest shortcut—through the empty factories, the complex passages, the high and low platforms, and all sorts of rusty machines that had been out of operation for an unknown amount of time, and rushed one after the other to the emptiest clearing in the factory behind the gate. Here, their bodies have completely lost any cover, and they are exposed to the blazing afternoon sun.

On the way, Ed wanted to try to ask the old Duroc if he saw anything when the car exploded, but the old Duroc's roar as he ran and foamed at the star's flying roar had answered his question perfectly, so that he didn't ask in the end, but closed his mouth to prevent anything strange from flying in.

"That bastard! Whoever he is, wherever he goes, he's dead! I promise he's dead! I saw that it was he who threw the bomb into my car!! Bastard!!! ”

Someone threw a bomb into the old Duroc's car and deliberately blew up his car? Ed was running, wheezing violently, his heart beating violently, his teeth cripping his cigar and taking two puffs from time to time, while his brain spun rapidly. He thought about the question he had just thought about again, and thought about what was happening now—

Someone threw a bomb into the old Duroc's car and deliberately blew up his car? What the fuck is this? How the fuck could such a fucking thing happen? And most importantly - how could such a thing happen in such a remote, uninhabited corner of the city as it is now?

Who blew up Old Duroc's car? Who came to this place and blew up Old Duroc's car? What kind of person would show up at this time and come to this place and blow up the old Duroc's car? It's simply ......

“……”

The more he thought about it, the more Ed felt that something was wrong, and a thunderbolt flashed in his mind for a moment, and then he looked up to find that they had now rushed out of the last covered corner of the factory, and came to the back of the empty factory gate, and in front of them was the wide open factory gate that they had opened - the sudden appearance of the sun hung brightly above their heads, like a sudden headlight on the stage, and the people who were shaking were dizzy.

"Not good!" Ed suddenly shouted, the cigarette in his mouth fell off, "Get down!" ”

“？！”

Time seems to slow down at this point. Old Duroc, who was running in front, turned his head backwards, but he didn't stop running forward, in fact, at his current speed, he couldn't stop if he wanted to, at least not suddenly. But he heard Ed's roar, and he had never heard this man who always showed a serious and boring, tense and slack man let out a roar like this now, as if he had squeezed all the air in his lungs, in fact, he didn't know or imagine that this guy still had a real moment of concentration and tension, part of the reason he turned his head was to see what the look on Ed's face was like at this time, Because if he made up it with his own brain, he couldn't make it up with his brain.

And then he saw — he saw Eddard's face at this time, he saw his face at this time. It was a face with clenched teeth, wide eyes, a gaze that focused a little as if it were about to penetrate a person, a sharp and boundless face, burning like a flame in the gloom. The most important thing is that this face is close in front of him, no more than half a meter away from him.

At the same time as shouting that warning roar, the strength limit of Eddard's whole body was condensed, mixed with the violent surge of electricity, and his legs suddenly became stronger, and the speed was faster than a second in a second, and he jumped up while approaching the old Duroc incredibly, flew out, and pounced on the old Duoc's back. And it was at this moment that the elder Duroc turned his head backwards, and at the same time one of his legs was still stepping forward.

In the eyes of the two men, the movements of both sides of each other turned into slow motion, as if they had been cut at double speed - but that only lasted for a moment. After a split second, everything was back to normal. And with the current posture of the two, you can imagine what will happen after returning to the original state.

Ed's calculations were a little worse in the end. Old Duroc didn't stop when he shouted, because he couldn't stop, and as a result, Ed leaned back and down a little bit in the position he had expected when he pounced on Old Duroc, causing his two hands to grab in the air, and his head, or face, to hit Old Duroc's back.

It can't be said that Old Duroc's waist is not good, it can only be said that the angle and position of Ed's collision are too terrible and tricky, and Ed's face is too hard. The old detective's waist disc almost protruded from the fat belly button in front of him, and Ed hit him in severe pain and at the same time choked his breath, and his cheeks bulged into balloons while staring, because of his thick and supple beard, it was still the kind of hairy balloon. At the same time, his body also lost his balance directly, and he "snapped" forward and fell to the ground face to the ground like a big toad, and because the momentum accumulated before was too huge, he rubbed half a meter forward. If it weren't for the hairy balloons, the old detective would have lost half of his face this time - physically.

But just the way he looks now, the old detective is shameless enough. He lay on the ground, lying on the ground like a dead corpse, lying on the ground like a dead dog, as if he was tired and never remembered again, so he wanted to spend the rest of his life lying here. Then he got up.

The first thing he moved up and down was his arm. He flicked his arm like a stick worm and slapped his palm on the ground, and then pushed the upper half of his body up. He craned his neck and raised his head in the direction of the gate, then squirmed and turned to the back. His nose was scratched and red like a clown, and the blood fell to the ground one by one, stirring up a fine dust.

"What the fuck are you fucking ......"

Looking at Ed, who was also lying on the ground and just straightened up half of his body, the old detective had just suppressed the anger in his chest and wanted to say something angrily, when suddenly a deafening roar interrupted him violently.

The first thing Old Duroc saw was Eddard's eyes, which were the smooth, transparent, reflective lenses in front of them, which lit up a demonic red like hell and mixed with black bloodshot lines the moment the sound came to his ears. Then he saw Ed's gaze, which had met his eyes after he had looked over them, and at the same time as the red light up, deflected in unison, and looked over his shoulder in the direction of the factory gate in front of him.

So he turned his head back in the direction of the factory gate he was heading. He saw it, he saw the red light, like a small sun, full of fiery vitality in front of his eyes, mixed with an unstoppable scorching current, rushing towards him like a flood beast.

Unstoppable, unstoppable. The powerful shockwave was born from a primordial force that was absolutely free to be subject to no one person or any pair of hands after birth, and was anxious to show its madness and mischievousness, unhindered, unreasonable, uncounseled, not even its parents, those who had created and unleashed it, there was no way to control it, and even their own presence in it was no different from anyone else, all the other things it wanted to destroy. All things in the world are equal before it.

Bomb. The explosive energy was released violently, swept towards the four directions, lifted the bodies of the old Duroc and Ed a little behind, and "exhaled" them to the hard and rusty red body of the factory machinery behind them like falling leaves in the autumn wind, and "bang" into it.

"Bang Bang" - crashed into it.