Endless Debt

“I feel that this responsibility is largely due to my ‘gift’, that is to say, it is the devil who took away my soul.

Is this the truth? Bologo.

This is what happens to people once they are unlucky, and I don’t want to, but once the ‘gift’ thing is activated, it is out of my control. "

In the noisy rain, Palmer kept arguing. This guy was like a hostage being held hostage, trying hard to get some mercy from the gangsters.

Boluogo ignored him. He sat on the steps and looked into the distance, staring at the beam of light that only he could see.

The light was fading away. Every minute and every second, the distance between Bologna and it was getting further away, until it was completely out of reach. However, under this tight time situation, Bologna and Palmer actually sat down. At the gas station, the staff who had just woken up were refueling their motorcycles.

"I remembered to cheer before, but I forgot today." Palmer cried loudly.

Boluogo's deadly equipment, his clothes soaked in dark red with blood, and numerous scars... Who knows how many people this guy has personal grudges against, judging from Palmer's work experience , in this short night, Bologo estimated that he could kill a whole street of people.

But after so many cuts, this guy had no intention of stopping. It was as if Boluogo clearly knew where his enemy was and pursued him all the way, never stopping.

Palmer even felt that once Bologo became unhappy with the chop, like now, he might be able to chop him with him.

Yes, his partner is a psycho, Palmer knew it from the beginning.

Now this lunatic is looking at the sky, with a deep meaning on his blood-stained face, as if he is thinking about life, and like a philosopher, he is thinking about the ultimate in life.

To be honest, this feeling of uncertainty is really unsettling.

"Hurry up!"

Palmer turned around and shouted to the busy staff, angrily. Palmer transferred all the pressure Boluogo put on him onto this unlucky guy.

The unfortunate man let out a scream and sped up his work.

For this ordinary person, today is also an unlucky day. He was assigned to be on duty on such a bad cold rainy night. Originally, few people came to cheer up in this weather, but then a pair of disaster gods came.

When Palmer dragged the comatose man out of the duty room, he had already begun to dig into his trouser pockets and shake out all the change. It turned out that the two gods of disaster were not here to rob, but just to refuel - they even Paid for gas.

Noisy and flustered.

Palmer sat next to Boluogo, patted his chest and promised, "Good brother, don't worry, we will definitely catch up with that bastard!"

He didn't know who Burlogo was going to kill, but what did that have to do with Palmer? He is just a rider on a bike.

Boluogo didn't look at him, but continued to look at the rain curtain and said slowly.

"I...I've been thinking about something lately, Palmer."

Palmer's heart was lifted. These psychopaths realized the truth, which was usually nonsense, but lies were lies. He knew very well that the partner in front of him had the ability to turn lies into reality.

"Speaking of it, I used to chase evildoers, hunt them, and enjoy their pain. I feel that I regard myself as a sanctioner, enforcing justice.

But in fact, there is no justice at all. I am just using them to release their twisted desires to satisfy my empty heart. "

Borlog said terrible things, the self-confession of a psychotic murderer, which always sounds chilling.

Reaching out to touch his chest, Boluogo felt the cross necklace worn under his neck. Under the cold rainy night, bursts of warmth came from it.

"But now, I feel different again."

"What's the difference?" Palmer asked worriedly.

"Probably... this is no longer my own selfish desire," Boluogo thought for a while and said in a very serious tone, "I no longer hunt these evil people to satisfy my perverted desires. "

Thinking back to those warm words, there are really people in this world who are willing to give everything for these. She is just an ordinary person, but she does better than anyone else. She spends her whole life just to pass on all this.

“I think I really regard this as an ideal.

Killing all these damn evil people and creating a better world is something I know is out of reach, but fortunately, I am an immortal and I have enough time to do all this until the world becomes more like Close to what I longed for. "

"Oh my God, you sound like a movie villain," Palmer commented.

"Villain? I quite like villains," Bologo actually nodded in approval, "Focus, tenacity, and doing whatever it takes to achieve the goal... these are all great qualities."

Palmer was silent, he really didn't know what to say, and looked at the sky with Boluogo.

The dark and deep night sky covers everything in the world.

"Probably everyone has this moment when they suddenly realize what they want to pursue." Palmer said abruptly.

Boluogo turned his head and saw that Palmer had stopped being active and calmed down.

"Do you know why it's called 'Lycra'?" Palmer pointed to the motorcycle behind him.

"Why?"

"I had a dog named Laika when I was a child. It was a very big dog. I always suspected that my family fed it some alchemy potion. When I was a child, I often rode on it and let it carry me. .”

Palmer rambled on about his childhood.

"Our Clerks family is an extraordinary family, and extraordinary families naturally have some strange rules. For example, our coming-of-age ceremony is set at the age of twelve, and from then on we will start to learn extraordinary knowledge.

When I was a child, I didn't know any of this and I played happily with Laika every day. It wasn't until my twelfth-year-old adult ceremony that my father told me all these messy things and said that I was the heir to the Clerks family. The first person to take the path of glory. "

Palmer's expression became strange, full of complaints and accusations.

"Can you understand? Boluogo, you are just a twelve-year-old kid. All you think about is what to eat and play today. Suddenly your father patted your shoulder and told you this."

Palmer learned to speak in a deep tone, "Palmer, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood waiting for you in the future. You must endure it like a man!"

"Fuck! I almost collapsed at the time. I cried and asked my dad if he understood what step-by-step means. Couldn't he let me accept it step by step?

My dad said that he originally thought so, but he also felt that there was only one coming-of-age ceremony in everyone's life, and it was extremely important and sacred.

So in order for me to remember this holy moment forever, he decided to tell me this as a surprise on the day of my coming-of-age ceremony. "

The damn dad in the memory opened his hands towards him and said with joy, "Happy coming of age ceremony, son."

Palmer took a deep breath.

"This is no longer a surprise, it's a shock!"

Boluogo's expression was a little embarrassed. Palmer had such a horrible childhood. He really couldn't think of any expression to use to face Palmer.

No wonder this guy is always so optimistic. He has been living in dire straits since he was a child.

"After that, I became a little rebellious. To be precise, I didn't like the arrangements of my family. I wanted to live a free life, so I let Laika carry me and run wildly on the endless green fields. But Fengyuan Highland is really It's so big that I can't run from dawn to sunset.

Every time when night fell, I would be caught back, but the more times Laika and I ran away, I thought to myself that if this continues, one day I will be able to escape. "

Palmer's voice dropped, with a hint of melancholy.

"I grew up day by day, Laika got old day by day, and one day Laika could no longer move, and I walked out of Fengyuan Highland and went to school at the command of the smelly old men... I just left Fengyuan so simply. Source Highlands.

But did I really leave? "

"Do you want to be free?" asked Burlogo.

"Who knows? I'm quite free now and can do whatever I want, but am I really free?" Palmer did not continue and turned to talking about motorcycles, "Then I took it off Named 'Lika', he runs around happily every day."

"The oil is added!"

While they were talking, the unfortunate man had finished his work and had his gas tank filled.

"Thanks!" Palmer waved to the unfortunate man, the engine roared, and the motorcycle rushed onto the street.

Facing the heavy rain and strong wind, the roar of steel sounded in the deserted streets.

"Bologo, I've been racing in Opos for so long and I've never been caught, do you know why?" Palmer yelled.

"Why?" Boluogo continued.

"Because I am fast enough. As long as you are fast enough, you can run through thunder and rainstorms, and outrun those things that try to catch you."

A bright light shone on Palmer's body. He tightened his grip on the handle and turned the accelerator to the bottom.

"Hold on, Bologo!"

In an instant, there was a strong wind around the motorcycle, and then Boluogo felt a suffocation. It was as if an invisible sharp knife appeared in front of the motorcycle. It easily split all the obstructed airflow, and they were along the edge of the motorcycle. Crossed.

A fuzzy air cover enveloped the motorcycle. Driven by the secret energy, the wind resistance was reduced to a minimum, and thousands of raindrops were also isolated. They streaked along the edge and outlined a beautiful arc.

Palmer let out a cheer. He had not been so wild for a long time. Burlogo was also distracted by the rapidity, and then he let out the same cheer as Palmer.

"Let's go after those bastards!"

Palmer fully deployed the secret energy and wind source, and the motorcycle under him seemed to turn into some kind of monster. It roared and easily cut through all the airflow that tried to hinder it.

The two of them were riding on wind and thunder. From this moment on, nothing in the world could catch up with them, no matter time, life or death.