Endless Debt.

Chapter 123 21 Gun Salutes

The torrential rain was pouring, and the thunder was stirring, and the train smashed all the raindrops that were in the way, galloping on the rails, moving forward along the existing route.

This seems to be running wildly under the doomsday, carrying thousands of souls, trying to escape this abyss-like city.

"Get your salutes ready!"

"Get ready for that 21-gun welcome!"

Manan hummed along with the melody. It was raining outside the car window, but the car was warm inside. He listened to the irritable music and raised his glass of wine.

It was a happy night, and nothing had happened as they had crossed the edge of Opals just a few minutes earlier.

There was no field staff from heaven to chop up the carriages, and there was no security check to check the goods. There was nothing. Everything went smoothly, which made Manan even a little uneasy.

But soon these anxieties were washed away by joy, the depression of many days was swept away, and Manan was finally able to bid farewell to this damn city.

He danced happily, if the carriage wasn't so small, Manan really wanted to dance to the music at this moment.

Leaving Opals not only means that the situation has become safer, but also means that Manan can leave work. This job is more torturous than he expected. He will go home and take a good rest, preferably with a hangover for a few nights .

Manan was extremely happy, but the other person in the car didn't react much. Thorndike sat on the other side. He didn't drink or have fun. He didn't show any expression, just read the book in silence.

Sometimes Manan couldn't figure out what Thorndike was thinking, and these desublimers always had sullen faces, as if this was a bad world and they all had bad endings.

"Manan."

Suddenly, Thorndike shouted.

"What's the matter?" Manan's tone was somewhat respectful.In terms of identity, Thorndike is his boss.

"Stop your song, it's too loud."

Thorndike looked impatient, he didn't like these violent rock, he preferred quiet and elegant tunes.

Hearing what Thorndike said, Manan had no choice but to stop singing, and soon silence swept the carriage, except for the breathing of the two, there was only the low sound of steel and the noisy sound of rain.

Manan's cheeks were reddish, and the alcohol brought a little intoxication, and he was a little sleepy in this silence.

"Speaking of which, we have successfully evacuated. What about the long sword team? They are also on the way to leave now." Manan asked. In order to cooperate with tonight's operation, there is another long sword team on the move.

"I don't know, I'm still waiting for their news."

Thorndike also had no information about the Longsword team, as if they had melted into the heavy rain.

Glancing at his watch, Thorndike and the long sword team had been out of contact for nearly 10 minutes. According to the operational regulations, they should report the situation every 5 minutes.

Encountered field staff?Even if they encountered a strong enemy, they should have issued a warning signal instead of remaining silent, or did they say that all the team members were killed in an instant, and there was no time to issue a warning?
Thorndike thinks this is unlikely. The long sword team itself is not weak. Those who can achieve this kind of oppressive hunting are at least the third-stage negative power, and the negative power is not sure that they can kill such a person in an instant. Many people, so that they have no time to send information.

The most important thing is that in all extraordinary organizations, those in power can be regarded as the backbone. Such a force will not be dispatched casually. Thorndike doesn't think that the long sword team can encounter such a strong enemy when they are wandering on the streets. This can no longer be described as unlucky.

Excluding all kinds of results, one of the worst thoughts rose in Thorndike's heart.

"Have you defected?"

Thorndike's words startled Manan, not to mention sleepy, even drunk.

"what are you saying?"

Manan asked in a low voice, defecting is the worst behavior in any organization, let alone in the king's secret sword.

Although he is just an ordinary person and doesn't know much about the inside, it's like standing outside a cave, just by the breeze from inside the cave, Manan can smell the disgusting blood.

"Nothing, you keep drinking your bar."

Thorndike is not going to share this question with Manan. Just like the difference in identity, Manan is just an ordinary person. The more he knows, the more troubled he will be. There are still many things he needs to deal with, Thorndike I don't want Manan's work efficiency to be reduced because of this kind of thing.

"There are divisions among us, there are traitors hiding among us."

The words of the sixth seat sounded in his mind. At first, Thorndike thought it was the sixth seat's paranoia, but now those things hidden under the ice seemed to really surface and break through the ice.

Thorndike's expression became heavy, obviously he was about to finish this important job, but he didn't feel any relief at all.

Trying to read a book, the words on the white paper gradually became strange. He couldn't understand these words, and these words seemed to come alive, twisted together, like a dark snake crawling continuously, even wanting to follow along. Fingers touching the paper climbed up Thorndike's body.

Thorndike put away his hands, and the book fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He blinked vigorously, realizing that it was just his own illusion.

"The mental pressure is a bit high recently." Thorndike sighed.

Looking out of the window, there are many buildings standing at the end of the horizon. This city is so magnificent, it seems to be alive, and it has continued to expand outwards over the years.

The city is undergoing rapid changes. Every once in a while when he comes to this city, Thorndike feels an indescribable sense of strangeness. For this reason, he once wanted to live in Opals for a long time, and because of the existence of the Bureau of Order , had to give up.

At this time, bursts of noisy singing sounded, as if someone was cheering in the dark, releasing the melody, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Thorndike felt a headache. He turned to look at Manan, his voice tinged with anger.

"Didn't I tell you to stop singing?"

"I... stopped a long time ago."

Manan looked puzzled, wondering why Thorndike was angry, and then he also heard the faint singing voice.

Someone is singing.

"Those who are ready to give everything!"

The roaring thunder sank and galloped in the rain clouds, like a thunder snake that came into the world.

The thunder made the carriage vibrate unstoppably, and then the window shattered. Among the countless fragments, a sharp iron spear broke through the barrier along with the icy wind.

The end of the steel pierced through Manan's neck, Juli almost tore the head off from the body, nailed it to the ground, and stood crookedly in the carriage.

At the same time, the cheers of psychopaths poured in from the broken car window.

"Those who are ready to take everything!"

The singing crashed into the carriage, and the silver-white giant wolf ran wildly across the wilderness, closely following the speeding train.

It was not a silver-white giant wolf, but a speeding motorcycle, and the engine roared like a provocation.

"I said we can catch up! Haha!"

Amidst the carnival singing, Palmer laughed loudly, and the secret energy Wind Source was wrapped around them. They almost merged with the strong wind and came by the wind.

The sidecar of the motorcycle had long since disappeared, and instead, several crooked iron spears appeared on Burrog's back. He squatted halfway on the back seat of the motorcycle, holding Palmer's shoulder with one hand , holding another iron spear in one hand.

Aim and throw.

Burrog threw a thunderbolt, each of his blows like a fired cannonball powered by the aether boost.

Relying on the help of the tyrant, Burlogo easily found the carriage where Thorndike was in by relying on the list in his hand. Another blow hit, and the whole carriage shook violently, and even the rails under him were knocked out. bursts of sparks.

"Have you seen that movie, Burlog? I think we're like The Last Walker in the movie!" Palmer yelled.

"Haven't seen it, but that guy is the real Doomman compared to this," Borrog held up another spear, "and we'll be the sheriffs who put him to rest."

Another thunderbolt slashed, and this blow directly pierced through the iron plate of the carriage, and heavy rain and strong wind poured into it.

Thorndike didn't stay in the carriage any more. Sure enough, everything didn't go so smoothly. He didn't know who the two psychopaths were galloping across the wilderness, but he knew that everything tonight could end only if they were killed.

He didn't jump out of the car to meet the enemy. Once he was dragged and lost contact with the train, Thorndike didn't know if there would be reinforcements from the Bureau of Order, let alone his main task was to protect the cargo.

He pushed open the door and ran towards the carriage ahead. In the eyes of Bologo, the beam of light was also moving forward.

"Come closer! Palmer."

Burrog yelled at Palmer, their voices swallowed by the galloping wind.

"I'm going to deal with that Desublimator, and I'll leave the rest to you!"

Patting on the shoulder, Burlogo casually handed over the deadly job to Palmer.

"Huh? Aren't I only in charge of cycling? Isn't that right!" Palmer shook his head hastily. Riding a bike is really fun, but killing enemies is fine, and it's time to get off work.

"It's already at the door of the party, can you resist not participating?" Burrog didn't give Palmer the right to refuse, "As you said, the most important thing is to participate!"

Emphasis on participation, the word in Palmer's mind endlessly, while Burlogo continued to hum the unfinished song.

"Those who are always ready to fight! We welcome you!"

Humming, Burrog put on a hideous mask.

"Wait, that's not the lyrics!" Palmer had heard the song, and Burlogo sang the wrong words.

"What are we going to face next?" Burrog asked rhetorically.

"Battle, what's wrong?"

"That's right!"

In the wild laughter of Bologo, he threw the hook rope and nailed it into the carriage, and the whole person jumped into the air and jumped towards the train.

Palmer was stunned for two seconds, the expression on his face no longer complained, but turned into an ecstasy similar to Burlogo.

"The most important thing is to participate, and the most important thing is to participate."

He muttered decadent words, but Palmer was full of energy. He took out a black hood from his pocket and put it on his head. Then, like magic, he took out a submachine gun.

On the surface, he couldn't resist, but in fact he had already enjoyed it.

Take a deep breath, Palmer yelled.

"Root! Stop!"

Dense bullets strafed the carriage, glass shattered, and flesh and blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)