Endless Debt.

Chapter 122 Beyond the Wind and Rain
"I feel that this responsibility is largely due to my 'gift', that is, to blame the devil who took my soul.

Is this the truth?burrogo.

It's like this when people get unlucky, and I don't want to, but once the "gift" is activated, it's beyond my control. "

In the noisy sound of rain, Palmer kept defending. This guy was like a hostage, struggling to get some mercy from the gangsters.

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

The light is going away, every minute and every second, the distance between Bologo and it is getting farther, until it is completely untouchable, but under the tight time, Bologo and Palmer are sitting together At the gas station, wait for the staff who just woke up to refuel their motorcycles.

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

Bologo's deadly equipment is covered with blood-soaked dark red clothes, and there are many scars... The ghost knows how many people this guy's personal grievances have. Judging from Palmer's work experience , In this short night, Burlogo reckoned that he could cut down a street.

But after cutting so much, this guy has no intention of stopping at all. It seems that Bologo clearly knows where his enemy is, chasing him all the way, never stopping.

Palmer even felt that once Bologo was unhappy, for example, now, he might be able to chop himself along with him.

Yeah, his partner is a psycho, Palmer knew it from the start.

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

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

"Hurry up!"

Palmer turned around and yelled at the busy staff, threateningly, Palmer passed on all the pressure Burlogo put on him to this unlucky man.

The unlucky ghost let out a scream and accelerated his work.

For this ordinary person, today was also a day of bad luck. He was assigned to be on duty in such a bad cold and rainy night. Originally, there were very few people coming to cheer in this weather, but such a pair of gods of disaster came.

When Palmer dragged him out of the duty room in a coma, he had already started to dig out his trouser pockets and shake out all the change, but it turned out that these two gods of disaster were not here to rob, but to refuel—they even Paid for gas.

Noisy, flustered.

Palmer sat next to Bologo, patted his chest and assured, "Brother, don't worry, we will definitely catch up to that bastard!"

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

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

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

Palmer's heart ached, these psychopaths realized the truth, usually it was nonsense and nonsense, but nonsense was nonsense, and he knew very well that the partner in front of him had the ability to turn nonsense into reality.

"Speaking of which, before I chased the wicked, hunted them down, and enjoyed their pain, I felt that I regarded myself as a sanctioner, executing justice.

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

Burlogo said terrible things, the confessions of a psychotic killer, which always sounded chilling.

Stretching out his hand to touch his chest, Bologo felt the cross necklace worn under his neck. In the cold rainy night, there was bursts of warmth from it.

"But now, I feel different again."

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

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

Thinking back to those warm handwritings, there are really people in this world who are willing to give everything for these things. She is just an ordinary person, but she has done better than anyone else. She has spent her entire life trying to pass it on.

"I think, I really think of this as an ideal.

Killing all these damn villains and creating a better world, I know this kind of thing is out of reach, but luckily, I am undead, and I have enough time to do all this until the world tends to Closer to what I'd like. "

"My God, you sound like a villain in a movie," Palmer commented.

"Villains? I quite like villains," Burlogo nodded in approval. "Focus, tenacity, unscrupulous means for the purpose... these are all great qualities."

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

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

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

Burrog turned his head, only to see that Palmer put away his activeness and calmed down rarely.

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

"why?"

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

Palmer babbled on about his childhood.

"Our Clakes family is an extraordinary family, and the extraordinary family naturally has some strange rules. For example, our coming-of-age ceremony is set at the age of 12, and we will start learning extraordinary knowledge from then on.

When I was a child, I didn’t know these things at all, and I played with Laika every day until I was 12 years old. My father told me all these messy things, and said that I was the heir of the Clarks family, Mike No.1 on the Glorious Path. "

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

"Can you understand? Bologo, you're just a 12-year-old kid, all you can think about is what to eat and play today, and suddenly your father patted you on the shoulder and told you this."

Palmer imitated a deep tone, "Palmer, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood waiting for you in the future, you must survive like a man!"

"Damn! I almost collapsed at the time, I cried and asked my father if he understood what is called step by step, can't you let me accept it a little bit?
My father said that he originally thought so, but he also felt that in everyone's life, the coming-of-age ceremony is only once, which is 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 the coming-of-age ceremony. "

In the memory, the damn old man opened his hands towards him, and said happily, "Happy coming-of-age ceremony, son."

Palmer took a deep breath.

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

Burrog's expression was a bit embarrassing, Palmer's childhood was too damned, he really couldn't think of any expression to face Palmer.

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

"After that, I became a little rebellious. To be precise, I don't like the arrangement of my family. I want to live a free life, so I let Laika carry me and run wildly on the endless green field, but Fengyuan Heights is really It's too big to run from dawn to sunset.

Every night when the night falls, I will be caught back, but the more times, the farther and farther Laika and I run, I thought to myself, 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, and Laika was getting old day by day. One day, Laika couldn't move anymore, and I walked out of the Fengyuan Highlands, and went to school under the orders of the smelly old men... I just left Fengyuan so simply. Source Heights.

But did I really leave? "

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

"Who knows? I'm pretty free now, I can do whatever I want, but am I really free?" Palmer stopped talking and turned to chatting about motorcycles, "and then I took it off. It's called 'Lycra', and it runs happily every day."

"Oil is ready!"

During the conversation, the unlucky ghost had finished his work and filled up his gas tank.

"Thanks!" Palmer waved to the unlucky ghost, the engine roared, and the motorcycle rushed into the street.

Facing the torrential rain and strong wind, the roar of steel rang out in the deserted streets.

"Bologo, I have been racing in Opals for so long, and I have never been caught. Do you know why?" Palmer yelled.

"Why?" Burrog continued.

"Because I'm fast enough, as long as you're fast enough, you can run through thunderstorms and rainstorms, and those things that try to catch you."

A bright light appeared on Palmer's body surface, he clenched the handle tightly and turned the accelerator to the bottom.

"Hold on, Burrog!"

In an instant, there was a strong wind around the motorcycle, and then Bologo felt a burst of suffocation, 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 across.

A layer of fuzzy air cover wrapped the motorcycle. Driven by the secret energy, the wind resistance was reduced to the lowest level, and thousands of raindrops were completely isolated. They passed along the edge and outlined a beautiful arc.

Palmer gave a cheer, which he hadn't done in a long time, and Burlogo, dazzled by the haste, joined Palmer in the same cheer.

"Let's catch up with those bastards!"

Palmer fully unfolded the secret energy Wind Source, and the motorcycle under him seemed to have turned into some kind of monster. It roared and easily cut through all the airflow that tried to block it.

The two of them seemed to be riding the wind and thunder. From this moment on, nothing in this world could overtake them, no matter time, life or death.

(End of this chapter)