Endless Debt.

Chapter 40

"Name?"

"Ivan Crakes."

"age?"

"22 is old."

"Affiliated department?"

"Department of Field Service."

"..."

With each question, Eugene's expression gradually solidified, from disdain for Palmer to joy and excitement.

He dug out a lot of amazing information from the mouth of "Ivan Krex", which they were absolutely unable to touch in the past.

From the specific location of the Bureau of Order to the specific divisions of departments, everything is displayed in front of you.

"Yes, yes, that's it. The Bureau of Order is currently empty of internal forces. Most of the elites have been sent out to carry out missions. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent a guy like me here to spy on information, right?"

Palmer's eyes wandered, and the thugs surrounded him, blocking most of his sight, but he could still see a little bit of the scene through the gaps.

For example, those guys who are carrying goods, they have been carrying goods since last night, and they haven't stopped until now.

What are they shipping?
"Is the inner strength empty?"

Eugene groaned, he glanced at the embarrassed Palmer, he believed the information a little bit.

This kind of idiot has been 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, and 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 and the intelligence that their internal power is empty, once this information is learned by "they"...

That would be a lot of money, enough to make people crazy, and maybe Eugene could use it to promote himself and become the "Knight of Prayer".

As a sublimator who is free from all major forces, Eugene can only go to the crazy alchemists of the "Friar of Truth" if he wants to be promoted.

Not to mention the high fees for these people, there is a great possibility that they will treat themselves as experiments, and what will happen may happen, but "they" are different, they are behemoths that can fight against the Bureau of Order.

Eugene's breathing became short of breath gradually, looking at Palmer, it was like looking at a treasure, but the treasure was a little disturbing.

"Good... good news."

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

"I can live until now because I have respect for all the unknowns, I am wary of all opportunities, and I have doubts about all good intentions."

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

Seeing Palmer's panicked look, Eugene's ferocious expression froze for a few seconds, and then he burst out laughing.

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

Eugene ordered, and the surrounding thugs surrounded him maliciously, while Palmer shouted.

"That's not right, I told you all this."

"Betrayers don't have a good end, and it's the same with us," Eugene smiled grimly, "and who knows whether what you said is true or false."

Those who are on the road should more or less talk about benevolence and morality. In Eugene's view, no matter how much people like Palmer are cast aside, it is not too much to despise.

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

At the moment when the long knife was raised, and Palmer gritted his teeth and was about to do something, a violent roar of the engine sounded, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

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

Someone turned their eyes to the outside of the building, and saw the rushing figure at the end of the muddy and dilapidated road.

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

It maintained an absolute high speed, like a bolt of lightning, and when it was noticed, it was already approaching the building.

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

Gunshots resounded.

After the gunshot, the motorcycle began to shake violently. The bullet pierced the tires, and the high-speed motorcycle began to lose control, and finally crashed into the side of the road with loud noises, covering the entire field of vision with dust.

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

The sharp whistling sound interrupted his thoughts, and a hook line pierced through the air amidst the smoke and dust, and was precisely nailed to the supporting pillar beside him.

"Cut it off!"

Eugene yelled, he was really careless, Palmer's nonsense was just delaying time, he turned his head and gave instructions to the thugs, "Kill him!"

Eugene's order was very decisive, otherwise he would not have been able to stay in Opals for so long.

The thug waved a long knife, ready to cut off Palmer's head, but after so long of "surrendering to the enemy" nonsense, Palmer's physical strength had almost recovered. He smiled at the thug, and then lifted Kick.

Even if you are not broken, you still need to bend a little bit under this strength.

The severe pain from the crotch caused the thugs to lose strength for a moment, the long knife dropped from his hand, and then the whole person knelt down powerlessly.

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

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

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

"damn it!"

The kicked-off thug cursed as 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 duck.

This is an extraordinary world, but human beings are still poor flesh and blood, even if it is a powerful Sublimator, a projectile that penetrates the head can easily take their lives.

The muzzle of the pitch-black gun was aimed at him, and death was imminent, but Palmer's face showed no fear, as if he was expecting something, his heartbeat accelerated, and a gambler's joy appeared on his face.

Some kind of power is surging, not a secret energy, but an even weirder, silent power.

The "gift" from the devils in exchange for the precious soul.

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

Stuck.

The thug was stunned, never expecting to get stuck at such a time, he cursed loudly.

"Fuck! Shit luck!"

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

"Huh...it's really both love and hate."

Palmer was beaming, as if everything in front of him was being calculated. Turning his head, he looked at the chaotic floors, only to hear the sound of howling wind. Amidst the dense gunfire, a gray-black figure broke through the smoke and walked along the Break into the floor with the hook rope.

Like a swooping Saker, swift and deadly.

It's like a performance, the main character makes his debut with the wire hanging on his shoulders, but the timing of this appearance is a bit wrong in Palmer's opinion.

The visitor faced the rain of bullets, and several bullets hit him, spurting out streaks of blood on his body, but he didn't stop, and a bright silver jackknife appeared in his hand.

The deadly knife light kept expanding in the shooter's eyes, the faint sound of the wind passed by, and the slender wound opened along his throat. The shooter tried to cover the cut throat, but the jackknife pierced his heart again. Carry him like a shield.

Burrog is an expert, and an expert uses everything on the battlefield.

He likes to carry the enemy's corpse to resist most of the gunshots. His steps are quick, and bursts of blood mist rise in front of him.

From the beginning to the end, Eugene couldn't see the appearance of Borrog, who was like an unknowable black mist, even in the daytime, he still couldn't be known.

Blood mist and smoke surrounded him, covering his true face, and he could barely see the green light flickering in the mist.

After unloading the body full of bullets, Burlogo flashed into the load-bearing column on the other side. The sound of gunfire crackled, and the trembling load-bearing column shook slightly. During the constant shaking, dust flew up.

Waves of pain came from his body, flesh and blood entangled and squeezed each other, and the distorted bullets were expelled from the body.

Bologo glanced at his body, the windbreaker he had been wearing for a few days had already become 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, shifted the hands cuffed behind his back to his feet little by little, and then returned to his front.After pulling hard a few times, he still couldn't break free from the handcuffs.

"damn it."

Palmer felt that he needed to train his "Ether Amplification" more in the future, and then there was a shimmer on his body, and matrix-like lines wandered and shimmered on the skin.

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

Palmer was a little anxious, waving the invisible blade indiscriminately, and there were some slender wounds on his arm. Fortunately, with the force of his wrist, Palmer finally broke free from the handcuffs and hit The chain of connection is broken.

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

The moment Palmer swung the Invisible Blade, he felt the surge of ether, like water drops falling on the surface of the water, causing bursts of ripples.

"He's there!"

Eugene pointed out exactly where Palmer was, and all the guns were pointing there, but they didn't fire blindly, but waited quietly.

After the smoke and dust filled the air, Burlogo looked at Palmer behind the load-bearing pillar next door, and Palmer also looked at him.

It is not clear whether it is the "sympathy" between the debtors or the "heart-to-heart relationship", or some messy reasons such as "meeting is fate" between the two.

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

"Special Operations, Borogo Lazarus."

Burrog said his name, picked up the dropped pistol, and pushed it towards Palmer.

Palmer only had a vague impression of the special operations team, but he was very familiar with the jackknife used by Burlogo, which was the standard equipment of the Bureau of Order.

"Help! Brother!"

Seeing this scene, Palmer howled directly, regardless of his face.

This roar really shocked Borrog, and then Palmer looked at himself with tears in his eyes, as if he was some kind of savior from heaven...it seemed to be the case.

"What should we do? It seems that there are Desublimers among them, and their firepower is still fierce." Palmer asked for help.

Burrog shook his head vigorously. His expert mentality was a little out of control by Palmer's funny appearance.

"It should be possible to evacuate from here."

He pointed to the end of the platform in front of him, and he could escape by jumping from here... Maybe, at least it was better than being trapped here.

"It's impossible to escape, they know a lot of information, and we have to deal with them all."

Palmer rejected Burlogo's offer, picked up the pistol, checked the ammunition, and found five more rounds in it.

"Huh? Are you defecting to the enemy again?"

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

"I don't want to either! But if I don't say anything, they will really dig a hole in me. I only earn that little money a month, and it's not worth it to take my life for the Bureau of Order!"

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

The harsh voice gradually weakened.

"...but more or less it's really inside."

"But as long as you kill them all, it's all right? After they're all killed, the information will be guarded again, isn't it?"

Palmer yelled, as if trying to cover up his bad allegiance, he yelled again.

"Although I just met you, you should have been sent to save me!"

Burrog remained silent, looking at Palmer with sadness in his eyes.

Not only did he feel sad for Palmer, he also felt sad for the Bureau of Order recruiting such an employee, and he also felt sad for his future partner.

Or... just leave like this?Anyway, as long as his body is recovered, it will be fine.

"Hey! Talk!"

Palmer screamed, as if guessing what Burlogo was thinking, "You must be thinking about whether to just walk away, aren't you! Are you!"

Ah... this guy is so noisy.

Burrog frowned, hesitated, and replied.

"I'm used to working alone."

"It's a deal, and I'll leave it to you!"

Palmer raised his hands directly, and then said.

"Kidding."

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

"That guy named Eugene is a desublimator. I don't know what his secret power is, but based on my current experience, that kind of secret power is suspected to be 'Ethereal School', which can directly attack consciousness. The conditions for launching are not yet clear, so be careful!"

As the former Best Newcomer of the Year, Palmer still has some sense of professionalism. During the time he was captured, he kept observing Eugene, trying to find flaws. Unfortunately, Eugene was too vigilant.

Bologo nodded with half understanding. He didn't know much about the secret energy system. According to the original plan, he should already be in the Bureau of Order by now, ready to implant the "Alchemy Matrix".

From the short words, Bologo can roughly understand that the secret energy of this kind of "Ethereal School" is aimed at consciousness. It just so happens that Bologo is full of confidence in his willpower.

After all, without a bit of willpower, normal people can't survive in a dark prison.

"Let's go then!"

Burrog swung the shock hammer, smashing out a cloud of rolling smoke and dust, covering his figure, rushing out like a cheetah, flashing back between the load-bearing columns.

Unlike the cunning Bologo, Palmer paused for a few seconds before stepping out of the load-bearing pillar without any intention of evading the gunfire.

Striding forward, raising the muzzle of his gun against the rain of bullets, Palmer's face showed the ecstasy of a gambler placing a bet.

(End of this chapter)