The bullet grazed Elder Swann's cheek, slicing through the rough and saggy old skin, as if it had been cut with a red-hot knife, leaving a faintly shining burning wound——
The moment Ed moved his wrist, he had already predicted Ed's actions and made evasive actions in advance.
There are no more bullets in the magazine. But this time he was not in a hurry to throw away the gun in his hand. The outdated old man in front of him might not be able to judge the load of the gun in his hand with the naked eye.
As long as the gun is in his hand, it remains a deterrent.
Ed's middle finger once again grasped the trigger guard and rotated it in his palm - but this time the non-existent bullet was not loaded.
"What a pity, young man." Elder Swann ignored the bloody scorch marks on his face and said with a smile, "You could have died a clean death."
Unlike other beasts, Swann's tone contained an elegant grace, as if he didn't care about the success or failure of this assassination operation at all.
This surprised Ed. If it were him, he probably wouldn't waste time with an unimportant target in an assassination operation.
"You seem to be quite into chivalry, right? Does the Brotherhood of the Circle also advocate fair duels?"
Ed responded with a smile. Since the other party is willing to talk nonsense with him, delaying time will only benefit him now.
"I'm just curious. There doesn't seem to be a number one person like you in the Bureau of Investigation. Where did you come from, and how did you know George's secret?"
It turned out that he was interested in the secrets about me. But why does he know so much about the Divine Bureau? Even I may not be able to remember the list of agents in the entire branch.
"If I tell you, can you let me go?" He continued with a formulaic smile, thinking about how to solve the problem.
The blood of an emperor? I'm afraid not. Once this thing catches fire, no one in the whole house can survive.
"You can die a happy death."
"Why do I have to die? How bad is that?"
Wasp drone? It's even more impossible. This thing's indoor movement space is severely limited, and the firepower of a single drone is limited.
He continued: "We can still talk...Actually, I don't know that little girl very well. How about you take her away? Let's just treat her as a friend. Keep a line in your relationship so that we can meet each other easily in the future. You Say yes?"
"Ha..." Elder Swann was so angry that Ed sneered, "Why should I agree to you? Even if I kill you, I can still take her away."
"That's not necessarily true. What if I shoot her in the head? Your head can dodge the bullet, but can you guarantee that she can dodge it?" Ed pointed the gun at Little Quinn with his backhand.
"Stop bluffing." Elder Swan pointed out, "I guess what you are holding is your director's gun. Although I don't know why he gave it to you, that gun can only hold five rounds of ammunition at a time. You have already No more bullets."
Damn it, how could I forget this...
Although the old werewolf in front of him knew nothing about firearms, Mr. Christopher had a good reputation. His mortal enemy would at least have heard, if not seen, of his sidearm.
"Haha, I see that you obviously know nothing about modern industrial assembly lines and extended and expanded magazines."
Although he secretly screamed something bad, Ed still had a confident look on his face. He put his finger on the trigger and said calmly:
"If you don't believe it, you can take a step forward and go back with a headless corpse to see if your Wolf God is magnanimous enough."
Elder Siwan's face darkened and he stood there. Obviously he was frightened by the bunch of new terms thrown out by Ed, but he didn't want to be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum:
"You're bluffing."
"Your shoes obviously have a mind of their own, don't they?" Ed scoffed.
"Do you think I really don't dare?"
Elder Swann took a step forward, and Ed turned around and pulled the trigger. Of course, there is a short position inside.
Just as he pulled the trigger, a stone-like blunt object hit the back of his right hand, and the footsteps rushing behind him were as fast as thunder.
The little finger of his left hand hooked the watch chain, and the one-second-delayed crystal dust pocket watch bomb was thrown behind him. Then Ed turned back and protected himself with an emerald green barrier.
This move is still his strongest weapon besides the "Emperor's Blood" incendiary bomb. After all, not everyone has black gold armor as protection.
A sharp explosion was accompanied by a wave of air. The powerful shock wave carried fragments and blew up the already scattered wooden shelves around. Spraying thorny wood chips, dust and slightly shiny crystals. The dust mixes together, creating a fairytale-like fireworks display.
The "lake" barrier helped Ed avoid the debris and most of the air waves, but the remaining small air waves still made him retreat steadily.
The dim light in the air allowed him to see clearly what hit his right hand: an acorn, which seemed to come from the necklace of acorns around Elder Swann's neck.
This blood-red acorn is as clear as amber, with capillary-like veins growing inside, seeming to be somewhere between a plant and a living thing.
Taking advantage of the air waves and debris just now, it was still bouncing in the air unhurriedly, like a dancing elf.
With a snap, the acorn fell to the ground and rolled into the gap of the shelf next to him.
An incredible thing happened: the tattered wooden boards around them actually sprouted tiny, tender green buds, like spring bamboo shoots emerging from the ground, and finally sprouted branches like dead wood in spring.
Like consciousness and life, the branches grew crazily in Ed's direction, clinging to his clothes and limbs, taking root in his flesh and blood.
Ed waved the scythe in his hand, which was one of the best weapons against plants. Large branches were easily cut down by him, but more new ones grew.
Just when he was tired of dealing with it, a huge gray-white figure suddenly shot out from the dim smoke, and a heavy blow that made the sky dark and the earth was dark shattered Ed's parry.
Ed blocked and dodged in vain. In this narrow space, every stormy claw attack pushed him towards the abyss of despair.
An overwhelming force threw him to the ground, and a bloody and vicious face appeared in front of him:
"I can kill you, or I can torture you..."
The large area of scorching wounds made the entire wolf's face unrecognizable, and there was a fragment of a pocket watch embedded in one eye. But these are not enough to kill, but its claws and fangs are.
"Tell me, who are you?"
