Endless Debt.

Chapter 38
"Colleague...partner..."

Burrog stood in front of the mirror, arranging his clothes, in his usual attire.

The jackknife and throwing knife were inserted into the straps, and he put on a gray and black windbreaker to cover them, and then there was the hook gun and hammer hanging on his waist.

Although he has not yet become a sublimator, but only relying on the "gift" and the shock hammer, Bologo still has full lethality. If he is a little careless, even a sublimator will be killed by him.

The address given by Jeffrey was recalled in his mind, and Burlogo was quite familiar with that location.

Shenbei District is a new urban area, which is still expanding towards the edge of the city as a whole, and the barren area on the edge is full of construction sites full of bricks and stones, as well as factories that continuously produce materials.

The loess was monstrous, except for the workers, almost no one went there, and most of the time, it was deserted.

"I hope this Palmer Clarks can hold on for a while."

Burrog muttered, pushed open the door, and left quickly.

Teamwork is very important, and Bologo knows this very well, so in order not to cooperate with others, he hopes to make himself stronger, so strong that he does not need any assistance.

Strong enough to be an army alone.

Unfortunately, he can't do it for the time being, so he can only be forced to work with others.

On the way, Burlogo had a lot of messy things going on in his mind.

What if the new colleague is not easy to get along with?
Thinking of this, Jeffrey's last words sounded, and the hell "surrender to the enemy" circled endlessly in Burrog's mind.

"Would a Desublimer be so stupid?"

Burrog grumbled.

Although he hasn't seen this new colleague yet, Bologo can already faintly sense the abnormality of this new colleague. He is thinking, if he can't accept this new colleague, should he watch the show from the sidelines? Wait for him to be killed, and then recover his body...

Not quite.

Burrogo tried hard to drive this dark and terrible thought out of his mind. He admitted that he had some mental problems, but he still had to abide by the basic morals.

Do what you do and love what you do, this is what an expert should look like.

then……

Accompanied by eager cries, and kicked up dust.

Standing in the middle of the road, Burrog looked at the bus that was gradually going away, his expression twitching slightly.

So experts, how do you go to the target location.

Although it is said that it is in Shenbei District, the distance is actually not short. Even if Burlogo runs at full speed, it will take a while, and that new colleague may have turned into a corpse by then.

At this moment, the harsh whistle sounded, accompanied by shouts and curses.

"Make way! I don't want to live anymore!"

Turning around, I saw a buzzing motorcycle parked not far behind. The rider looked fierce and cursed Burlogo who was blocking the way.

Wearing a leather jacket with decorative rivets and a turban with a skull printed on his head, he is flamboyant and eye-catching.

Such people are more common in the late nights of Opals. They flit through the streets with disturbing noises, playing cat and mouse with the sheriffs.

Burogo was woken up several times, and at one point he picked up his jackknife angrily and wanted to go out and kill people, but every time he chased him to the street, he could only see the back of the motorcycle going away.

"Why are you in a daze!"

The man looked angry, and Bologo looked at him for a while, then at the motorcycle under him, and then at the man again.

A smile appeared on Burlogo's face with a "poof".

"why are you laughing?"

The man yelled. He felt that Bologo might have some problems in his mind, and he was thinking about whether to scold him or not, but at this moment Bologo strode towards him.

fight?

The man raised his arm, the muscles on it were strong and full of strength.

In this regard, Bologo took out his pocket, and threw out a shiny silver pocket knife. On the shiny knife surface, the man's face gradually changed from calm to panic.

……

In the unfinished building, gray concrete was everywhere, dust and debris fell all over the floor, and the air was filled with choking smoke.

The unlucky ghost was sitting on a chair with his hands handcuffed behind him. He was wearing a black hood, and only a small hole was dug for his eyes so that his sight would not be obstructed. He was wearing common staff clothes, and his tie was When it was torn apart, the white shirt was also covered with dust and blood.

He sighed, and could clearly see that at this moment, all around him were full of ferocious and strong men, who were holding baseball bats full of nails, or long knives and sharp swords.

There are a few people holding pistols and holding them aside, while one person is holding a gun, the muzzle of the gun is pressed against the back of his head from behind, ready to open a hole in the brain at any time for ventilation.

"What bad luck."

Palmer Clarks murmured inwardly.

He was dressed like an impromptu robber, but now not only did he not get the money, but he was also blackmailed.

Maybe it's because he has experienced too many such terrible situations. At this moment, Palmer's mood is very calm, and he even said that he wanted to laugh, recalling the events not long ago in his mind, and this self-deprecating smile deepened a lot.

Palmer feels that his experience is actually quite magical. If all this can be made public, Palmer feels that he will definitely become an excellent comedy screenwriter.

"Take off his hood."

A voice sounded, and then a strong man came over and ripped off Palmer's hood.

The sweltering heat was blown by the cold wind, which made him feel a lot more comfortable. Palmer coughed in pain a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes were tired but he still forced a smile on his face.

He looked a little bad, his face was bruised and purple, his clothes were torn, and he could vaguely see the wounds underneath, some were still bleeding, and some had scabs and solidified.

"So, who are you? Why are you here?"

The voice sounded, and Eugene walked over slowly. With a mocking smile on his face, he dragged a chair and sat in front of Palmer.

Palmer lowered his head slightly, seeming to avoid Eugene's gaze, but in fact he looked at Eugene from the corner of his sight.

After being exposed to the wind and sun, his face was slightly rough and dark, and his limbs had no obvious muscle lines, but judging from the intensity with which the other party beat him up not long ago, he still had a certain amount of strength.

Palmer took a deep breath and choked a few times in pain. He looked sick, but he was actually sniffing hard. Apart from his own blood and stale air, he didn't notice much rancid smell breath.

Not a demon.

Recalling the shimmering light on the opponent's body and the strange secret energy, a distorted pain flashed through Palmer's mind.

The opponent was Sublimation, but the fighting time was too short, and Palmer was captured by him before he could figure out the opponent's secret power.

In my memory, I only remember bursts of pain from my mind. It seems that the other party's secret energy is from the "Ethereal School", which can directly launch a violent attack on consciousness, but I don't know the conditions for the release of this secret energy.

As the best new employee of the year in the Bureau of Order, even if he is in danger, he must think about the opportunity to resist.

Countless schemes flashed through Palmer's mind, but one of them shone brightly, tempting Palmer.

"Me? I'm just a victim of an unfinished building!" Palmer said in mourning, with snot and tears, "I finally saved some money and bought a house in Shenbei District, but it was half-built It's over, I... I just want to see my unreachable home, who would have known that you were here, if I had known, I wouldn't have dared to get any closer."

Palmer's love is so deep that those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Ding--

A crisp sound interrupted Palmer's performance, and Eugene took out a switchblade with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are all the people in the Bureau of Order so bad at acting?"

Eugene frowned, unable to understand what Palmer was doing just now, in fact, everyone could not understand what Palmer was doing.

He still remembered an hour ago, in the hazy night before dawn, how he captured this unlucky ghost.

The process is so simple it's hard to believe.

At that time, Eugene was directing the transportation of the goods. He heard a scream, and the guy slipped and fell off the roof. What was even more unfortunate was that Palmer fell directly into the crowd. When he got up quickly, he was about to During the battle, Palmer had already been surrounded by countless gunpoints. If this guy hadn't raised his hands fast enough and high enough, he might have been beaten into a hornet's nest by now.

"Ah... so, this..."

Palmer didn't know what to say for a moment, he didn't expect to reveal his secrets so quickly, and then someone grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

"Boss, don't you want to kill this guy? He's from the Bureau of Order, he's very troublesome."

The thug asked Eugene for advice.

"Don't wait! I surrender, I have something to say!"

Seeing Eugene handling the switchblade, Palmer yelled again and again.

"surrender?"

Eugene was taken aback, then looked at Palmer with a smile, "He is very valuable. Someone paid a lot of money to reward these people and the information in their minds."

Eugene moved his chair, moved a little closer to Palmer, and looked at him expectantly.

The sharp switchblade was slowly pressed against Palmer's throat, with a little force, blood spilled out along the tip of the knife.

"Don't try to play tricks, my friend, or you'll die ugly," Eugene threatened.

"I know I know."

Palmer smiled obsequiously and said flatteringly.

"I can't understand the behavior of the Bureau of Order for a long time. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to defect. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. It is better to abandon the dark and turn to the bright today, right?"

Palmer frowned, cold sweat ran across his forehead and rubbed against the wound, bringing a slight pain.

Eugene didn't speak, but looked straight at him, and after a while his expression couldn't be controlled anymore, he laughed.

"Abandon the darkness and cast the light?"

"Yes, cast aside darkness and turn to light!"

Palmer seemed to tell a bad joke, and Eugene couldn't stop laughing.

　I remember I set a regular update but it didn't come out
　　
　
(End of this chapter)