Endless Debt.

Chapter 551 Trap
A fierce kick from those in power hit the bull's-eye.

The rickety man whimpered in pain. He felt that several of his bones were broken, and the sweetness of metal emerged from his mouth. A puff of air was stuck in his throat, as if he had just crawled out of deep water, coughing painfully , spitting out a large amount of blood foam.

The fortune teller's booth was overturned, and the two of them collided together, and pressed the crystal ball under their bodies. The solid ball hurt the fortune teller's waist, and the abscess on his body was scratched and ruptured during the rollover, and the foul-smelling pus Mixed with blood, it splattered all over the ground, like a bug that was trampled to death, and the slurry flowed all over the ground.

A hoarse scream came from the fortune teller. The robe on his body was not only to pretend to be mysterious, but also to prevent the abscess on his body from being scratched. His whole body was filled with severe tingling pain, and the pain became more intense when he moved a little. stand up.

Lebius stood on the side and looked around. This is a trap, and there should be more than one gunman. As for the rest... Obviously, in the part of communication and negotiation, Bologo is more professional than him.

The fortune-teller raised his head reluctantly, and saw that Bologo was striding towards him, and at this moment, there was a rough claw hammer in his hand, which was heavy in his hand.

Burrog stood in front of the fortune-teller and the man, tapping the hammer back and forth on their heads, while Burrog muttered something.

When Burrog finished uttering the strange incantation, the hammer landed just above the fortune-teller's head, and Burrog smiled at him.

"you first."

It took the fortune teller a few seconds to realize that it wasn't a spell at all, but that Burrog was randomly selecting people.

"Tell me, who told you to do this, butcher?"

Burrog squatted down, his eyes were parallel with the fortune teller, and there was a kind smile on his face.

The fortune-teller shook his head, they knew very well the horror of the butcher, he was a bloodthirsty lunatic.

The fortuneteller doesn't know the burrog well enough.

When the hammer fell, the fortune-teller was stunned for a moment, and then heart-piercing pain came from the palm of his hand. Bologo took the claw hammer instead, and the sharp claw nails pierced the palm of the fortune-teller.

"Sorry, maybe you didn't hear very clearly," Borrog said with a fresh smear of blood, swiping the claw hammer a few times, "I repeat."

"Did the butcher tell you to do this?"

The fortune-teller stared at Burrog, his mouth tightly shut, and the tip of his nose was breathing heavily.

At some point, the noisy market fell silent.

As early as the first gunshot, the bazaar fell silent, and people cast their eyes here with malicious intentions.

The fortune teller seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Whoever kills him will get the friendship of the butcher!"

The silence continued for a while, and people seemed to be thinking about whether the deal was a good deal.After they thought it over, some raised their knives and some drew out their guns.

The Butcher wields great influence in the shadows of Freeport, and there are rumors that the bloodthirsty shark is related to the United Corporation, and that his pilot is now his brother...

Before the battle started, a strong man closest to Bologo flew backwards and hit the cage with his head. The force was so great that the cage was sunken along with it, and the sound of vibration was endless.

A blood hole bloomed in the strong man's chest, and the bones and internal organs under it had turned into a mass of blood.

The strong man still had a little life, and before he could say something for help, the slaves in the cage stretched out their hands one after another. Their sharp nails pierced the strong man's skin and tore his flesh and blood. They were like a group of revenge The jackal emptied the heart and lungs of the brawny man in his mournful groans.

Lebius stood where the strong man had just been, with his fist raised flat, with blood on the back of his finger.

Ordinary people without the protection of ether are extremely vulnerable in the eyes of Lebius.Unknowingly, the extraordinary ether has already changed the Desublimer. Compared with ordinary people, they are like two different species.

While everyone was shocked, Lebius took out his gun and pulled the trigger continuously. After a round of precise bursts, all the enemies who took out their weapons were headshot by bullets, and blood spattered everywhere.

The others froze in place, a step too late to take up their weapons first, which just happened to save their lives.

Lebius said succinctly, "Don't get in the way."

Icy rain dripped from above, and a treacherous wind seeped into the wreckage, blowing on people with a stinging sting of sobriety.

People living in Freeport often use the theory of the food chain to describe the composition of society. Only when you recognize where you are, can you live most efficiently.

Big fish eat small fish, sharks eat big fish, and then bigger, scarier monsters eat sharks...

The Hulk Coast is just a gathering place at the bottom of the food chain. Everyone is a small fish, and they are all mice that gather here, doing invisible business and earning bloody gold coins.

Among them, the butcher is undoubtedly a bloodthirsty shark, and compared with other sharks, the butcher is not impressed by wealth. His behavior is crazy and weird, and it is always difficult for you to judge his thoughts.

But even if the butcher is so scary, they still know very well that there is an ultimate consumer who surpasses everyone in this free port.

"Are you from United..."

Some people muttered to themselves that they had heard the news a long time ago that the United Company wanted to get rid of the butcher, and now the killer of the United Company came, and the butcher was about to die.

As if what happened just now had never happened, people looked away one after another, as if Bologo and Lebius did not exist, they continued to trade, doing what they should do, and then just wanted to get out of this damn place as soon as possible, The farther you can escape, the better.

Some people don't want it to end like this.

Messy gunshots sounded from above, just as Lebius thought, there was more than one gunman here.

The gunman was condescending, thinking that this fatal blow could kill Lebius. The moment the gunshot sounded, Lebius raised his head and looked at him through the scope, and then Lebius' figure instantly Disappeared, the bullet arrived long after, and made a crater in the ground.Many craters emerged.

The roaring sound of steel came from above their heads. Everyone raised their heads and tried to find the source of the sound, but they could only see pieces of steel plates being dented by the huge force.

Chaotic gunshots and roars came from overhead, followed by tremors. After each tremor, the gunshots and roars would weaken a lot, and then a large amount of iron slag fell, like gray-black snow.

After another deafening roar, the sound of gunfire and roars completely fell silent, and a whole steel plate sank and fell, hitting the ground fiercely, raising dust and blood.

After the smoke cleared, Lebius stood firmly on the blood-stained steel plate. Except for his clothes being a bit messy, he remained unchanged from before, as if he had never left.

Lebius noticed that his cuffs were still stained with blood, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Bladebiter Wolf was too big, so he couldn't carry these dominators with him at all times, so he had to do it himself under special circumstances.

Fortunately, the wolves were not far away from him. Lebius guessed that they were on a certain train, heading here at high speed along the rails.

"Can we continue?"

Bologo still had that plain smile, and at this moment, this smile was so hideous and terrifying in the eyes of the fortune-teller.

The fortune-teller opened his mouth wide, repeatedly swallowing air, his chest rose and fell, every nerve was screaming piercingly, and the screams overlapped, almost tearing the fortune-teller's brain apart.

The heart was beating at a high frequency, and the palpitations continued. The fortune-teller wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only groan meaninglessly. The abscess continuously overflowed with blood, and even his whole body convulsed.

Burogo overestimated the physical fitness of the fortune-teller. He was completely sick. The trauma of the claw hammer and the severe pain from his body easily penetrated the consciousness of the fortune-teller.

It seemed that Burlogo had only one choice left.

His eyes fell on the stooped man, and he looked at Bologo tremblingly, and he answered immediately without waiting for Bologo to ask.

"Yes... the butcher told us to do it."

Burrog nodded with satisfaction, the fortuneteller in front of him had gradually calmed down, his head was twisted, and his breathing was weak.

From an academic point of view, this should be the so-called reference object. Only with a tragic reference object around, these people will realize what will happen to them if they don't cooperate well.

"more specific."

He stumbled nervously, "Tu... Butcher said you would come, let us find a way to hold you back."

"why?"

"I don't know, he only told us these things."

Burrog stood up straight with a headache, his claw hammer was dancing in his hand, whistling.

"This is a trap, and Herter deceived us."

"Ah."

Lebius responded indifferently, questioning inwardly.

"What happened to you, Hert."

No one answered.

(End of this chapter)