Endless Debt.

Chapter 209 The Void World
In the lounge of the special operations team, Burlogo flipped through the documents in his hand, and sitting opposite him were three members of the sixth team.

It is not clear when the mission will start, but in line with the idea that acting together is a teammate, Burlogo discussed the details of the mission with these people.

Right now, only Bologo is communicating with them. Palmer is lying on the sofa in the activity room, and he is drunk to death with a strong smell of alcohol.

The three people in the sixth group looked sideways at Palmer from time to time, and they could tell from their gazes that they wondered how Palmer got into the Bureau of Order, and whether this guy was really from the Clakes family?
Burrogo is much better than them, and he has long been accustomed to Palmer's various weird behaviors.

"The venue where the auction is held is usually a virtual space. That is to say, we can't determine the exact location. Only after you sneak in first and through your signal can we identify the location."

Hart is sitting on a chair, but because of his oversized size, he feels like a black bear stepping on a ball in a circus... Oh no, judging from Hart's beastly appearance, he should be It's the black wolf stepping on the ball.

The document was like a small piece of paper in his hand, so he even wore special glasses to see the small text on it clearly.

"And what about the 'invitation letter'?" Burlogo asked. "We need that to arrive at the venue, don't we?"

"Don't worry about this, the other team members are working hard to get the invitation letter." Kingsley said.

"Ah? Get it here?" Burlogo didn't understand what he meant.

"Do you think the Gray Trader Association will be kind enough to invite us?" Kingsley said, "Other team members are chasing those who have contact with the Gray Trader Association. According to sources, the invitation letter has been sent out, and they should be Find a way to arrest those people, and seize those invitation letters by the way."

"Then... how are you sure there are two?" Burrog asked.

"Because we only identified two guys with invitations."

Hart said seriously, but his words were full of absurdity like bandits and robberies.

Burrogo rubbed his head, thinking about it, it seems that there is no problem. Absolute violence can conquer many conspiracies and tricks, even this one.

"But... can you really do well?" Hart asked.

"Are you doubting me?" Burrog asked back, and the experts were beyond doubt.

Hart was unexpectedly frank, nodded seriously, and said to Bologo, "We can't enter the imaginary domain, we can only wait for you to send a signal, and find a way to carry out a stormy siege. For this reason, your mission is very important. In the event of an accident, we will Nothing can be done but wait in vain."

"And... to be honest, how long has your special operations team been established, a few months?" Hart's suspicious eyes became more serious.

Kingsley and Fanny also showed the same gaze, and they had to pay attention to this, after all, the composition of the special operations team was really weird.

A well-known unlucky ghost and a newly promoted Sublimator, fortunately, they don't know the experience of the Bologo Black Prison, otherwise their eyes might be even weirder.

Generally speaking, in their opinion, the qualifications of the special operations team are still too young, and it is inevitable to be suspicious.

"If you don't believe me, at least you should trust your team leader." Bologo didn't bother to argue with them.

"Um……"

The three fell silent. In fact, before the meeting started, they suggested to Yas that at least a reliable action team should be found to cooperate with such an important task.

Although the special operations team has two generals, Lebius and Jeffrey, these two generals can't even handle the work at hand, let alone these operations.

Even if they can participate, with the vigilance of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, the arrival of the two power holders will definitely attract their attention.

After hearing this, Yas thought for a while, and reassured the three of them, saying that special operations were trustworthy.

"Actually, it's not that I don't believe in 'you'," Hartt pointed at Burlogo. "You saved Kemp and Shelley, and the two of them praised you very much. We are very grateful for that. If it weren't for you, We might just lose these two rookies."

"Then... what are you doubting?"

Burrog felt a little strange, and Hart doubted himself, but he didn't see any contempt, until Burrog noticed his gaze, and then followed his gaze, looking behind him.

"Actually...he...wasn't always like this."

Burlogo tried to defend Palmer, but listening to Palmer's snoring and the smell of alcohol, all the excuses became pale.

"In short, that's it. Don't be too nervous. Just plan ahead. When the mission is about to start, the invitation letter will be sent to you."

Hart got up, nodded to Burlogo, and left with Kingsley and Fanny.

……

Bologo didn't wait for Palmer to get up, but left alone, took the subway to Autumn Wound Town, and then returned to the alchemy workshop.

After sending Amyu back to the alchemy workshop last night, he did not live in the stronghold hut, but returned to the streets and wandered slowly back to the Shenbei area. After a few hours of sleep, he got up and came to the "reclamation room" ".

On the way, he borrowed the Undead Club, originally intending to bring Palmer along, but at that time Palmer was drunk in another bar, as for the Undead Club itself.

God, it was such a mess when Burlogo came.

Walking into the alchemy workshop, everything was the same as usual. There were bursts of iron knocking sounds from the experimental area above his head. Taida had returned and was directly engaged in work.

Burrog passed by Amy's maintenance station, she was not there, nor in the kitchen, Burrog thought she should be busy somewhere in the alchemy workshop.

As mentioned in the document, a mysterious person named a delusional man appeared in the Great Rift, and this delusional man created many alchemy weapons and let them flow into the Great Rift, prompting the arousal of turmoil.

Yasi suspects that Teda is a delusional man, but after comparing the traces of the alchemy matrix, those alchemy weapons do not seem to be from Teda's hands. Coupled with the threat of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Scarlet Sect, the delusional man is not important for the time being As for the goal, Yas just told himself to be more vigilant against TEDA.

It is one thing to be vigilant, but another to cooperate. Bologo is aware of his weakness, and for this he needs a stronger force.

After knocking on the door, Bologo pushed open the door of the laboratory. At this time, Taida stopped what he was doing and looked back at Burlogo.

"Busy?" Burrog asked.

"What do you think?"

Taida lit up the tools in his hands. He was adjusting an adaptive arm, with circles of hooks wrapped around it.

"Ah... well, I want to ask, about the detection of souls." Burrog leaned aside and asked.

"Are you so impatient?"

"Just like your alchemists' fanatical pursuit of the 'Secret Source', our sublimationists are full of expectations for power, is it okay?" Bologo said.

Normally, he would wait quietly, but he also felt the pressure of the next task to some extent. If possible, he hoped to have a trial before taking action, so that his body would be strengthened by ether.

Taida looked at Bologo, then sighed helplessly.

"Wait for me a moment."

TEDA didn't make Burlogo wait too long, and after a while he took care of the adaptive arm. Burlogo watched from the sidelines, and TEDA didn't add other functions to it, just adjusted the hook wire.

Bologo also has this piece of equipment, and he wears it all the time. In the complex environment of the Great Rift, the hook line is really easy to use.

"follow me."

Taida said to Burlogo, then walked out of the laboratory and advanced in the dark corridor.

After living for so long, in fact, there are still many places in the entire alchemy workshop that Bologo hasn't been to. It's not that Taida concealed it from him. It's just that many places are closed when there is no need.

The door opened slowly, the lights came on one by one, and an operating table appeared under the pale light, with a trolley full of different tools surrounding it.

Looking at this operating table, Burlogo felt a little familiar. It was very similar to the operating table during his implantation ceremony, but compared to that, this one was undoubtedly much simpler.

"Speaking of which, how do you test?"

Bologo asked, the book he read did not mention this part of the content.

"How did you implant the alchemy matrix in the first place, and how to retest it now." Taida said.

"Huh? Implanted again?" Burrog didn't understand.

"Perform another implantation ceremony, but this time there is no alchemy matrix implantation, and some just gather your soul and observe its situation."

After TEDA finished speaking, he added, "This will hurt."

Adjusting the operating table, the mechanical arm slowly opened, like a monster with teeth and claws. Taida turned around and looked at Burlogo with a puzzled tone.

"It's the first time I've seen a guy who craves pain like you."

Burrog's face became gloomy. Thinking about it, no matter whether it was a trial or a promotion, while it was dangerous, it was also accompanied by pain.

Many sublimation people will take the risk after they are fully prepared. Only the undead, Bologo, will do this. He regards this serious matter as an ordinary exam. If he accidentally dies, Then just do it again.

"I'm just... curious."

Bologo talked about words that Teda couldn't understand. He had been fighting and killing for a while, and the soul debris was replenished and consumed again. This made Bologo often feel the imminent phagocytosis.

Fortunately, I have settled down in recent days, and I have collected a lot of soul fragments when I went out on duty. Burogo wants to observe his soul. In addition to judging whether it is stable, he also wants to see the impact of soul fragments on himself. The influence of the soul.

And... that place that looks like a blurred dream.

Every time I die, I will come to that empty space for a short time.

(End of this chapter)