Endless Debt.

Chapter 42

"So...is this the 'gift' of Palmer Crakes?"

Jeffrey took the document from Lebius, glanced at Ivan, and then looked at the document.

A brief narrative emerges, explaining Palmer's "gift" to Geoffrey.

"This 'gift' is very strange and very interesting, we named it 'Gambler'." Ivan said.

"A gambler? It's really a very suitable title."

Jeffrey looked at the document with a helpless smile on his face.

The compromised lucky, desperate gambler.

Palmer will win the jackpot at the table, but he is doomed to lose nothing.

"When good luck comes, bad luck comes, and when bad luck comes, good luck comes."

Ivan whispered.

"It's like a gambler who is teased by God. He has a bad life, but whenever he is desperate, God will give him a little bit of hope, making him continue to persevere, ups and downs repeatedly, and never escape."

"Sometimes this guy is lucky to kill the enemy with a single shot at a distance of several hundred meters, and sometimes he is unlucky, such as slipping his foot and falling into the enemy pile," Ivan said of Palmer's "great feats", " The worst time was when he almost ignited the entire archive room, and the explanation he gave was that static electricity caught fire."

Listening to Ivan's words, the expressions of the other people changed slightly. Some wanted to laugh, but they felt that they shouldn't laugh at this time. Their expressions were complicated.

For some reason, they actually felt a little sympathetic to Palmer. This can be said to be entwined with luck, or it can be said to be accompanied by bad luck.

"This is the 'gift' given to him by the devil, and also the 'punishment' for his attempt to play tricks on the devil."

Lebius said softly, this "gift" seems powerful, but everyone can feel the cruel meaning behind it.

……

Stepping out of the bunker, this time Burlog didn't deal with it like before. Although he didn't know how Palmer would help him, a crazy idea rose in his mind at the moment. Burlog liked this, and he felt that he didn't reject it. rationale for the idea.

Therefore, he swung the shock hammer vigorously and slammed it at the load-bearing column on the other side.

In an instant, the entire building was shaking violently, dust and sand and gravel crashed down, and the surface of the load-bearing column shattered, exposing the steel bars underneath.

The blow stunned everyone, and everyone pointed their guns at Burlogo and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, countless projectiles poured towards Burrog. Instead of dodging, he swung the shock hammer again, but this time his target was the ground under his feet.

In the first round of attack, Bologo slammed through the ground, and since then there have been some cracks on the ground.

This time, under Bologo's full blow, the ground under his feet shattered instantly, and the successive collapses engulfed Bologo, and also made him escape the rain of bullets, leaving only strands of blood on the spot. Yellow sand that obscures sight.

At the same time, a breeze picked up.

Eugene felt it, everyone felt it clearly, the surge of that invisible force, the force called ether.

The moment Burlogo drew the firepower, the aether began to hover and accumulate until it exploded at this moment.

Palmer took a deep breath. He leaned against the load-bearing pillar behind him, holding the throwing knives given by Bologo between his fingers. As the ether rose, the secret energy also exploded. He threw out all the throwing knives with all his strength.

A circle of blades radiated out, and the silver light flashed past, but they did not fall, and the gust of wind followed the flying knives, and was involved in the howling.

"Fire over there!"

At the moment when the secret energy was released, Eugene roared. He felt the fluctuation of the ether, not from Burrog, but from where Palmer was.

He had been tricked, and now it was too late to curb the release of Palmer's secret power.

The strong wind came from all directions, rolled up the overflowing yellow sand, and blew everyone present. The wind was mixed with gravel, and the face was slightly stinging.

This is not the most deadly thing, the most deadly thing is that under this man-made sandstorm, they couldn't open their eyes, and the shooting became chaotic.

The gunman kept pulling the trigger, but soon he found that the firearm stopped working.

Out of ammo?

He looked suspiciously at his hands, a sharp jackknife flashed in front of his eyes, and the evil spirit took his life away under the cover of the yellow sand.

The sandstorm lasted only a few seconds, and the dust here was far from enough to set off such a large-scale attack, but with clear vision, Eugene noticed that several thugs had already fallen in a pool of blood.

They died silently, was it Burlog?That monster guy.

"It's not too late to surrender to the enemy."

The sound of ridicule sounded, and Palmer stepped out of the bunker at some point. He set up his rifle and fired the moment Eugene looked at him.

Pull the trigger.

The bullet grazed Eugene's cheek, and Palmer would be able to headshot Eugene as long as it shifted a little bit. Perhaps, his "gift" was at work in the dark, and Palmer unfortunately missed this opportunity. A second chance, followed by a sharp pain in my mind.

Mysterious Energy·Vision of Shock.

Eugene's gaze burned, and Palmer's consciousness burned with it.

The moment Palmer aimed at Eugene, Eugene also aimed at him, and the successive sharp pains hit the nerves, causing Palmer to immediately lose the ability to control the rifle.

As if being continuously slammed by an invisible iron fist, Palmer fell down, coughing in pain, with blood dripping from the tip of his nose.

"Shoot him!"

Eugene yelled, when he activated the secret power, he needed to concentrate, and it was difficult to share other energy, but at this moment he suddenly realized that no one responded to his command.

Reluctantly calling out the corner of his vision, his vision was scarlet.

At some point, all the thugs fell down, each with a fatal wound, and the opponent was like a skilled butcher, never wielding an extra blade.

He was tricked, Palmer deliberately attracted his attention, and in this brief moment, the evil spirit completed the final slaughter.

Both of them are superb hunters, they did not need any prior communication, and they cooperated in the tacit understanding.

Then he heard, that galloping pace.

Without any time to hesitate, Eugene made a judgment immediately and glared at Palmer, ready to crush Palmer's consciousness in one fell swoop.

A series of explosions bombarded Palmer's consciousness. His eyes were bloodshot and he coughed up blood. In just a few seconds, Eugene could completely shatter Palmer's consciousness, and he would definitely die.

But at this moment, the sound of galloping steps stopped, and another figure appeared. He stood between Eugene and Palmer, obstructing his sight and secret power.

"Go to hell!"

Eugene roared, his pupils burned into molten, golden molten iron, and the majestic aether was swung, turning into heavy hammers, and smashed towards Burogo who was in the way.

Bologo's figure froze, and his movements slowed down.

Mysterious Energy·Vision of Shock.

Eugene detonated Bologo's consciousness, causing severe pain and dizziness, but Bologo's body trembled slightly, and then he raised his head, with a strange green light shining on his shadow-covered face.

Bits of blood flowed down the tip of the nose, over the corners of the mouth, and finally dripped down the lower jaw.

Burrog smiled at Eugene with a chilling smile.

"Resurrection" is a very useful "gift", as long as it goes beyond common sense, it will bring many interesting ways to use it.

Bologo forcefully helped Palmer block the bombardment of the secret energy. Palmer clutched his dizzy and painful head, reluctantly got up from the ground, and rolled into the bunker on one side.

"Go on!" Palmer yelled.

Upon hearing that Palmer was safe, Burlogo moved further,

Without the slightest intention to hide, he strode towards Eugene like a graceful death, without even quickening his pace.

The invisible ether rolled in the air, and a heavy blow hit Bologo's consciousness, tearing his nerves, but he still didn't stop, maintaining that weird smile on his face, his pupils were bloodshot, and his nosebleeds continued. Like a mad patient.

"Stop!"

Eugene screamed, the sense of oppression that Burlogo brought to him was full, like an advancing chariot, Eugene had nowhere to escape, only to be crushed to a pulp bit by bit.

He accelerated the release of the secret energy, and even the brilliance of his own lines hastened. It stands to reason that ordinary people would be incapacitated like Palmer after a few heavy blows, but it was like nothing happened to Bologo Same.

Eugene couldn't perceive any etheric fluctuations from Bologo's body. From the beginning to the end, this monster-like man had no intention of releasing secret energy, not even etheric fluctuations. That is to say, he didn't use "ether Shelter," fending off his own onslaught.

It's just the will, with that absolute will, resisting his indiscriminate bombardment.

"How is this possible!"

Eugene cried hysterically.

He didn't believe everything in front of him. At this moment, Eugene was facing an existence that he had never seen before. He had an immortal body and a steel will, just like a pitch-black mountain. shake.

"Stop!"

Eugene's voice became hoarse, and he yelled with all his strength, trying to bring himself a little sense of security.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

In an instant, the intensity of the secret energy reached its peak, and Eugene broke through himself at this moment of life and death, and slammed the heaviest blow at Bologo.

He kept roaring, and after each roar, Bologo's head would tremble slightly, as if being hit by an invisible warhammer, blood overflowed from the ear canal, until the two were still a few steps away, Bologo no longer Can't hold on, can't take any step forward.

A wretched grin broke across Eugene's face as he did, and he fought off the Burrog.

Looking at himself with blue eyes, Bologo said mockingly.

"Your sight cannot accommodate everyone. When you look at me, where is the other person?"

The voice sounded like a vicious curse, and Eugene froze to stop Bologo's ecstasy, and was instantly covered in bone-piercing cold.

He was seen through, and at the moment of the battle, he was seen through by the keen hunter. From the beginning to the end, both Burlogo and Palmer appeared alone in his field of vision, and the two of them never appeared at the same time. appeared.

Now Burlog is in front of his eyes, so what about Palmer?
Eugene couldn't look away, he had to watch Burrog, stop his progress, that is to say, Burrog held him back.

Just like an experienced old hunter, at the moment of the battle, Burlogo found Eugene's weakness and hit him hard.

Eugene's body trembled involuntarily, and then he heard the wind that contained the intent of death.

It is a slight and sharp sound hidden in the strong wind. If you don't listen carefully, you will hardly notice the sound. It's like falcons passing through. You can't see them, you can only feel them. That distorted wind.

Then Eugene felt it.

The ether, the etheric fluctuations emerging from all directions, completely covered itself.

In the rolling wind, silver light shines.

Those were one after another of flying knives engulfed by the air current. They were as light as butterflies, riding the strong wind and mixing into the yellow sand, turning into swaying leaves, and they came to Eugene's side quietly.

The sharp sound turned into violent buzzing in an instant, like thousands of birds chirping sharply, dragging Eugene into the storm of iron feathers.

The flying knives flew over, cut off the arm, cut the thigh, pierced through the shin, and pierced the chest... It was like being placed in a meat grinder. In the blink of an eye, countless wounds appeared on Eugene's body. The sharp blade lifted was riddled with holes and blood.

The severe pain and death interfered with the release of the secret energy, causing a momentary delay in the series of heavy blows. Bologo tilted his head, like an immortal evil spirit, and continued to stride forward.

The distance keeps shortening until it is within reach.

"Stop!"

Eugene endured the severe pain, drove his stiff body, swung the switchblade, tried to slash and kill Bologo, and made the final counterattack.

A sharp flash of light flashed by, hot blood splashed on his face, which made Eugene calm down.

The lingering sound of the knife slashing circled around.

Burrog held the jackknife aloft, and following the trail of blood, Eugene saw his broken wrist.

Then the hammer swayed, bringing the sound of howling wind and thunder.

Like a punctured water bag, the head shattered into countless pieces of flesh in an instant, and blood gushed out along the broken section of the neck, soaring several meters high, and sprinkled the load-bearing pillars beside it. It even splashed onto the ceiling.

The headless corpse froze for a few seconds, then collapsed completely, blood escaping and pooling under the corpse.

Bologo paused for a few seconds. The severe pain from his body and mind could easily break down ordinary people, but for Bologo, all of this has long been used to it, and it is even a bit ordinary.

He blew his nose vigorously, wiping out a large sticky gore and throwing it on the ground.

If Eugene's secret energy is similar to Noam's, the battle may become more troublesome, but this attack on consciousness happens to be what Burlogo is best at dealing with.

In that deep and dark prison, Bologo's will has already undergone countless trials, as hard as steel that has been hammered thousands of times.

Looking around, there were almost no living people present, and the few remaining living people were just on the verge of death. They clutched their cut throats and prayed sobbingly.

There were bloody throwing knives stuck on the ground and walls, and Burrog recalled that the gust of wind during the battle seemed to be Palmer's secret power.

Turning his head to look at Palmer, he saw him staggering towards him, with joy on his face after surviving.

"Big win!"

Palmer cheered, coming over to give Burlogo a high-five.

At this time, there were slight and fine sounds echoing.

Burrog froze, and the smile on Palmer's face also froze at this moment. Just as he was about to say something, the pothole that Burrog smashed began to expand, and the fine cracks spread to Palmer's in the blink of an eye. underfoot.

"Ah...damn it."

Palmer covered his face, his tone helpless.

The ground collapsed in the next second, and the smoke and dust engulfed Palmer, falling into the next floor.

Burrog walked quickly to the edge of the pothole, and saw Palmer's figure faintly among the piled up rubble.

A sharp steel bar is inserted next to Palmer's head, just a little bit...

Palmer seemed to be used to it, with an optimistic smile on his face, he raised his scarred hand with difficulty, and gave a thumbs up to Bologo.

"This guy……"

Burrog frowned slightly, whispering in his heart.

"It's definitely a bad luck."

(End of this chapter)