I saw a dripping wound on Sir Reed's old wrist with bulging veins. In the direction pointed by the sword in his hand, the light black sickle blade was faintly projected with colorful refracted light.
Ed knew that he already had a chance to win——
The wrist is one of the most vulnerable points in sword fighting. Once a swordsman's wrist or hand tendons are damaged, the balance of victory will tilt directly to the opponent.
In fact, in terms of pure strength, Sir Reed is a third-level extraordinary person, and Mr. Smile is only stronger than him. However, facing a Sir Reed controlled by Mr. Smile, he may not be able to defeat him:
First, due to the existence of the secret keeper program, the "puppet" secret text cannot directly control or interfere with Ed;
Second, through the character card, Ed perfectly copied Catalina's swordsmanship and secret writing skills, but Mr. Smile was unable to exert even half of Sir Reed's true strength, and could only use a body that was no longer at its peak due to aging. The body of a third-level extraordinary person fought against it.
"Who are you?" Mr. Smile's tone was as calm as a frozen lake.
Although he didn't know how Mr. Smile controlled Sir Reed, Ed could probably guess that the matter was related to the deformed yellow gem pendant on his chest.
"How about you answer me a question first, how did you climb out of the coffin?"
If he had a gun in his hand, Ed would definitely take a shot when the other person opened his mouth. But at this moment, in order to guard against other killing moves in the opponent's hands, he took a step back temporarily and responded with a faint smile on his face.
"Are you sure you want to listen?" He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, licked his lips, and his smile looked a little kind due to the wrinkles on his face.
"You can speak slowly, I'm not in a hurry."
Ed turned to look at Sir Reed's right hand, and blood was dripping along the gauntlet. Time is on his side.
"See this cute little thing? This is the crystallization of my personality. All it takes is a proper method, a dagger and a sacrifice, and the soul will be separated from the body."
He used his bleeding right palm to pull the deformed yellow crystal on the thin gold chain, his expression seemed to be showing off:
"Eton, is that the right name? He is a tireless man. When I realized that he and the crows were getting closer to me, I had already prepared for the worst-a forged The crystallization of personality, and my body.”
"So you faked your own death and then stayed anonymous for seven years before you came back?" Ed raised his eyebrows. "It sounds like the plot of some kind of crappy detective novel."
"You think it's easy? Playing a stranger is never easy. In addition to suppressing the host's personality, I also have to change the host before others start to suspect it, and destroy the traces left by the previous host."
He nonchalantly scratched his cheek with his bloody palm, his snow-white beard stained red with blood:
"Now it's your turn, who are you?"
"I am Edgar Waikolo, an investigator from the Bureau of Investigation..."
Almost at the same time as he spoke, Ed stretched out his right palm.
boom!
Objects flying from mid-air and over the flower wall hit the green "lake" barrier, causing dust and fallen leaves to fly. Fortunately, the barrier absorbed most of the broken shrapnel before it shattered, and the rest also went to both sides. Bounce.
A fragmentation grenade.
He understood that Mr. Smile was never chatting with him to explain his will. There must be other people controlled by it hiding in this garden maze, always ready to launch a sneak attack.
So he quietly switched the character card back to "Arthur Custer", controlled the red-eyed spider to search around, and found the ambush as expected.
Rushing out of the smoke, "Sir Reed" had already taken the opportunity to escape. The other party is obviously prepared. There are many ambushes in this carefully designed garden maze.
However, I may not necessarily continue to play according to his rules of the game...
Ed waved the curved sickle blade in his hand, and the rose bush that was carefully cultivated in the hotel and was as tall as a person fell down, shaking down a shower of flowers in mid-air.
Footprints and blood stains were faintly visible on the ground. He roughly judged the direction and location, then swung the sickle and chopped all the way out.
The sickle blade whizzed past, and the barbs of the rose tore his newly purchased high-end dress into tatters. Ed had no time to feel distressed at this moment, he just wanted to intercept Mr. Smile.
Finally, the sound of rapid running ahead got closer and closer. Ed jumped out of the bushes and pounced on Sir Reed, who was wearing white armor, from behind.
The opponent's body was surprisingly fragile, and he fell to the ground with almost no resistance. The long sword in his hand also fell to the cobblestone ground with a clanking sound.
Just when Ed suspected that there was a trick, and was ready to roll to dodge at any time and use the "Lake" to protect himself, there were rapid footsteps in front of his forehead, accompanied by a loud warning:
"Don't move!"
He's from the Divine Bureau.
Ed reacted immediately and stopped what he was doing. He didn't raise his head. At this time, he didn't want to act rashly and be beaten into pieces by his own people:
"Don't shoot, you're one of our own." He slowly raised his hands and replied calmly, "I am Agent Edgar Waikolo of the East Division."
"Put the weapon down where I can see it."
"Okay." White Crow's cane fell to the ground, and the curved blade on it disappeared silently.
"Now stand back and away from Sir Reed."
Something is wrong...
Sir Reed under his feet had not reacted at all since just now, only the sound of heavy, stiff breathing.
"I have put down my weapon, please check first..."
"Stay back and stay away from Sir Reed!" The other party interrupted him with a rough roar.
At this moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense. Several black guns were aimed at him from different angles. Even the "Lake" secret text could not save his life.
Yes...these agents from the royal capital may not know him, but they definitely know Sir Reed. Ed sighed helplessly in his heart.
Damn it, it looks like I'm being blamed for Sir Reed's assassin.
