Endless Debt

"Name?"

"Ivan Klex."

"age?"

"Twenty-two years old."

"Affiliated department?"

"Field Service."

"..."

As the questions came one after another, Eugene's expression gradually solidified, changing from disdain for Palmer to joy and excitement.

He dug out a lot of surprising information from the mouth of this man named "Ivan Krex", which they had never been able to touch before.

From the specific location of the Order Bureau to the specific department subdivisions, everything is displayed before your eyes.

"Yes, yes, that's it. The Bureau of Order is currently empty of internal strength. Most of the elites have been sent out to perform tasks. Otherwise, they wouldn't send guys like me here to spy on intelligence, right?"

Palmer's eyes wandered. The thugs surrounded him, blocking most of his sight, but he could still see some scenery through the gaps.

For example, those guys who are carrying goods have been carrying goods since last night and have not stopped now.

What are they transporting?

“Is the inner strength empty?”

Eugene groaned, and he glanced at Palmer who was in a panic. He somewhat believed the intelligence.

With such idiots being sent out, maybe the Bureau of Order really doesn’t have any extra power?

Eugene pondered. He still remembered the news circulating in the gray area. "They" had made a comeback. In the invisible shadows, they had already engaged in several firefights with the Bureau of Order.

An invisible war is going on.

I now have the exact location of the Bureau of Order, as well as information about their internal emptiness. Once this information is known to "them"...

That would be a large sum of money, a wealth that would make people crazy. Perhaps Eugene could use it to promote himself and become the "Knight of Prayer".

As a condenser who is outside the major forces, if Eugene wants to be promoted, he can only go to the crazy alchemists of the "Monks of Truth".

Not only do these people charge high fees, they are also very likely to use themselves as experimental subjects, and something may happen. But "they" are different. They are behemoths that can fight against the Bureau of Order.

Eugene's breathing gradually became faster, and he looked at Palmer as if he were looking at a treasure, but this treasure was a little uneasy.

"Good... good news."

Eugene nodded with a friendly smile on his face, and Palmer also showed his white teeth.

"I can live to this day precisely because I respect all unknowns, be wary of all opportunities, and be suspicious of all good intentions."

As Eugene spoke, he swung the switchblade directly, as if he was going to cut Palmer's throat. Palmer turned into laughter and screamed, and the tip of the knife stopped at his neck.

Seeing Palmer's panic, Eugene's ferocious expression paused for a few seconds, and then he burst into laughter.

"Break his limbs, but don't kill him."

Eugene ordered, and the thugs surrounded him with evil intentions, while Palmer shouted.

"This is not right, I told you this."

"Betraitors will not have a good end, and the same is true here," Eugene smiled grimly, "and who knows whether what you said is true or false."

Those who live in the street should more or less be benevolent and moral. In Eugene's view, no matter how much he despises people like Palmer, it is not an exaggeration.

The long knife slapped the palm of his hand. The thug stood in front of Palmer, smiled at Palmer, raised the long knife, and the bright light of the knife reflected on his face.

Just when the long knife was raised, and Palmer was gritting his teeth and preparing to do something, a violent and roaring engine sounded, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

The sound of the engine was so clear and became more and more harsh, as if some monster was coming riding on the wind and thunder.

Someone looked outside the building and saw the running figure at the end of the muddy and worn-out road.

The motorcycle roared like a runaway war horse, followed by a sky full of yellow sand. The smoke and dust rolled up engulfed most of its figure, and even the appearance of the rider was blended into it.

It maintained absolute speed, like a bolt of lightning, and by the time it was noticed, it was approaching the building.

Eugene was stunned for a second, and his instinct between life and death made him make a judgment. He strode directly to the edge of the platform, took a rifle, aimed at the motorcycle, and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out.

After the gunfire, the motorcycle began to shake violently. The bullet penetrated the tire. The high-speed motorcycle began to lose control, and finally crashed into the roadside with bursts of loud noises, and the diffuse dust covered the entire field of vision.

Eugene whistled, his marksmanship was still so accurate and deadly...

The sharp whistling sound of the wind interrupted his thoughts. Amidst the diffuse smoke and dust, a hook shot through the air and was accurately nailed into the load-bearing pillar on the side.

"Cut it off!"

Eugene yelled. He was indeed careless. Palmer's nonsense was just to delay time. He turned to the thugs and gave instructions, "Kill him!"

Eugene's order was very decisive, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stay in Opos for so long.

The thug wielded a long knife and prepared to chop off Palmer's head. However, after such a long period of nonsense about "surrendering to the enemy", Palmer's physical strength had almost recovered. He smiled at the thug and then raised his head. Kick your feet hard.

Although you are indestructible, under this strength, you still need to bend down a little.

The severe pain from the crotch caused the thug to lose strength in an instant, and the long knife fell from his hand, and then the whole person knelt down helplessly.

In this brief moment, Palmer put his feet on the ground and somersaulted with the chair, knocking down the thug behind him who had been holding a gun against him.

The whole person moved around with the chair, and then landed firmly on the kneeling thug.

Palmer and he fell together, and his whole body was in pain. Fortunately, the chair that had been restraining him was also smashed. In pieces, Palmer's body was free, but his hands were still handcuffed. Together.

"damn it!"

The thug who was knocked away cursed, he raised his pistol and was about to pull the trigger. The distance between him and Palmer was so close that Palmer had no room to escape.

This is an extraordinary world, but human beings are still poor flesh and blood. Even a powerful condenser can easily take away their lives with a projectile that penetrates the skull.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointing at him, and death was imminent, but there was no fear on Palmer's face. Instead, he seemed to be expecting something. His heartbeat accelerated, and the joy of a gambler appeared on his face.

Some kind of power is surging, not a secret energy, but a more bizarre and silent power.

The "gift" from the devils that was exchanged for precious souls.

The thug pulled the trigger, and a dry sound came from his hand.

Stuck.

The thug was stunned. He never expected to get stuck at this time. He cursed loudly.

"Fuck! Shit luck!"

Palmer laughed and kicked the gunman in the face with such force that he was kicked off the platform and fell directly downstairs.

"Huh...it's really both loveable and hateful."

Palmer's eyebrows were flying, as if everything in front of him was calculated. He turned his head and looked at the chaotic floors. He only heard the whistling wind. Amidst the intensive gunfire, a gray-black figure broke through the smoke and walked along the Use the hook to break into the floor.

Like a swooping falcon, swift and deadly.

Just like a performance, the protagonist appears on stage with a wire hanging, but the timing of this appearance seems a little wrong to Palmer.

The visitor faced the rain of bullets, and several bullets hit him, leaving streaks of blood on his body, but he did not stop, and a bright silver folding knife appeared in his hand.

The fatal knife light continued to expand in the gunman's eyes, a faint sound of wind passed by, and the delicate wound split along his throat. The gunman tried to cover the cut throat, but the folding knife pierced his heart again. Carry him up like a shield.

Boluogo is an expert, and an expert must make use of everything on the battlefield.

He likes to carry the enemy's corpses to withstand most of the gunfire. He moves quickly, and bursts of blood mist rise in front of him.

From the beginning to the end, Eugene could not see Bologo's appearance clearly. Bologg was like an unknowable black mist, which could not be known even in the daytime.

Blood mist and smoke surrounded him, hiding his true appearance, and the green light flickering in the mist could barely be seen.

After unloading the bullet-laden corpse, Boluogo turned and ducked into the load-bearing pillar on the other side. The gunfire crackled and the load-bearing pillar shook slightly. Dust flew up during the constant shaking.

Waves of pain came through the body, and the flesh and blood were entangled and squeezed with each other, and the twisted warheads were expelled from the body.

Boluogo looked at his body. The windbreaker he had worn for just a few days was now riddled with holes.

Although this thing was provided for free, it still made him a little irritable. He turned his head and saw another funny figure.

Palmer squatted on the ground, gradually moved his hands behind his back to his feet, and then returned to his front. After pulling hard several times, he still couldn't break free of the handcuffs.

"damn it."

Palmer felt that he needed to train his "etheric amplification" more in the future, and then his body shimmered, and matrix-like lines traveled and shimmered on his skin.

There was a constant clanking sound, as if there were countless invisible blades hitting the handcuffs.

Palmer was a little anxious, and the invisible blade was waving wildly, and there were some slender wounds on his arms. Fortunately, with the force of his wrists, with the last soft sound, Palmer finally broke free of the handcuffs and struck. The chain of connection is broken.

This was an action hidden out of sight, but it still caught Eugene's attention, and there were shimmering lines on his body.

The moment Palmer waved the invisible blade, he felt the surge of ether, like water droplets falling on the water, creating ripples.

"He's there!"

Eugene pointed out exactly where Palmer was, and all the guns were pointed there, but they did not fire blindly, but waited quietly.

Behind the diffuse smoke and dust, Borogo looked at Palmer behind the load-bearing pillar next door, and Palmer also looked at him.

It’s not clear whether it’s because the debtors “sympathize with each other” or because they have a “tacit understanding”, or it’s some messy reason like “meeting is a fate” between the two.

In short, there was almost no need for any communication. The two of them understood each other's identity the moment they looked at each other, with a strange sense of tacit understanding.

"Special Operations Group, Borogo Lazarus."

Burlogo announced his name, picked up the pistol that had fallen aside, and pushed it towards Palmer.

Palmer only had a vague impression of the Special Operations Group, but he was familiar with the folding knife used by Borogo, which was the standard equipment of the Bureau of Order.

"Help! Brother!"

Seeing this scene, Palmer didn't care about his face and howled directly.

This roar really shocked Boluogo, and then Palmer looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if he was some kind of savior from heaven... It seemed like this.

"What should I do? It seems that there are condensers among them, and the firepower is still fierce." Palmer asked for help.

Boluogo shook his head vigorously. His expert mentality was a little out of control due to Palmer's funny appearance.

"You should be able to evacuate from here."

He pointed to the end of the platform in front of him. He could escape by jumping from here... probably, at least it would be better than being trapped here.

"It's impossible to escape. They know a lot of information. We need to deal with them all."

Palmer declined Burlogo's offer, picked up the pistol, and checked the ammunition. There were five rounds left in it.

"Huh? Have you surrendered to the enemy again?"

Recalling what Jeffrey said on the phone, Boluogo looked surprised.

"I don't want to either! But if I don't tell them, they will really make holes in me. I only earn so much money in a month, and it's not worth risking my life for the Bureau of Order!"

"But don't worry!" Palmer has tried this trick countless times. He is very skilled at it. "It's all false information."

The tough voice gradually became weaker.

"...But it's more or less true inside."

"But as long as we kill them all, that's it, right? Once they're all killed, the information will be guarded again, right?"

Palmer was shouting, as if to cover up his terrible defection, he was shouting again.

"Although we just met, you must have been sent to save me!"

Boluogo was silent, looking at Palmer with eyes filled with sadness.

Not only did he feel sad for Palmer, he also felt sad that the Bureau of Order had recruited such an employee, and he also felt sad that he would have to partner with him in the future.

Otherwise... just leave like this? Anyway, as long as his body is recovered, that's it.

"Hey! Talk!"

Palmer screamed, as if he had guessed what Burlogo was thinking, "You must be thinking about walking away, right! Right!"

Ah...this guy is so noisy.

Boluogo frowned, hesitated, and answered.

"I'm used to working alone."

"It's settled, then I'll leave it to you!"

Palmer directly raised his hands and then said.

"Kidding."

Trying to look at the enemy behind the load-bearing pillar, Palmer became serious.

"That guy named Eugene is a condenser. I don't know what his secret power is, but based on my current experience, that secret power is suspected to be the 'Void Spirit School' and can directly attack the consciousness. I The conditions for activation are not clear yet, so be careful!”

As the former Rookie of the Year employee, Palmer still had some sense of professionalism. During the period of being captured, he had been observing Eugene and trying to find flaws. Unfortunately, Eugene was too vigilant.

Boluogo nodded as if he understood. He didn't know much about the secret energy system. According to the original plan, he should be in the Bureau of Order now, preparing to implant the "Alchemy Matrix".

From the brief words, Bologo could roughly understand that the secret energy of this "Void Spirit School" is aimed at consciousness. It just so happened that Bologo was full of confidence in his own willpower.

After all, a normal person would not survive in a dark prison without any willpower.

"Then let's go!"

Boluogo swung the vibrating hammer and smashed out a cloud of rolling smoke, covering his figure. He rushed out like a cheetah and flashed back between the load-bearing columns.

Unlike Burlogo, who had a cunning trajectory, Palmer paused for a few seconds and walked out of the load-bearing column without any intention of avoiding the gunfire.

Striding forward and raising his gun in the face of the hail of bullets, Palmer's face showed the ecstasy of a gambler placing his bet.