Endless Debt.

Palmer hadn't participated in such a joyful banquet for a long time. Under the approaching storm, ghosts and monsters came out in full force, as if it was the last carnival before the end of the world.

Unbound Poetry Society.

Palmer has heard of this organization, but he can't remember the specific details clearly. He vaguely remembers that this is an extremely secret poet group. They hardly appear in the eyes of the world, and even the Bureau of Order has very few records of them. .

Now a poet from the Unbound Poetry Society appeared in front of him. Judging from Canary's various behaviors, she was currently in the same camp as Palmer.

"What you want is in the core area of ​​the Paradise, but it has been protected layer by layer." Canary hurried forward. She seemed to have been here many times, and all the roads were not familiar.

"We need to hurry up. This first round of offensive is just cannon fodder. The sublimationists of the Zongge Orchestra have not been dispatched yet. Once they board the ship, things will only become more troublesome."

"You fucking stop!"

Palmer cursed, pointing his gun at Canary.

Canary also stopped talking and looked at Palmer in bewilderment, not knowing what he was going through.

Palmer yelled, "Who are you!"

"Unbound Poetry Club, Canary."

Canary repeated, she didn't understand, did Palmer hear clearly just now?
"I mean……"

As Palmer spoke—half choked, he didn't know how to describe his mood for a while, and after being deflated for more than ten seconds, he finally thought of a word.

"Are we familiar?"

In the past, Palmer was the only one who knew others. Today was the first time he was treated like this.

Palmer yelled, "Do you know who I am?"

"Bureau of Order, Special Operations, Palmer Crakes."

Canary has already memorized Palmer's identity back and forth. This is the first time Palmer has seen Canary, but for Canary, she has known Palmer for too long.

To be precise, Canary knew everyone on the special operations team.

Long before the operation started, the information of the special operations team had been conveyed to Canary through Belphegor, and she guessed that the noble bystander was using his pupils to watch all this happening at this moment.

Hearing that his identity was completely exposed, Palmer pretended to be stunned and stunned, but secretly all the muscles and nerves in his whole body were tense, and his index finger was pressed on the trigger, his secret energy ready for battle.

Palmer's professionalism told him that the canary in front of him was very dangerous, and the woman who appeared suddenly was too mysterious and deceitful.

The atmosphere between each other was constantly tense and oppressive. Just when Palmer was about to make a move, Canary spoke.

"I'm not your enemy, on the contrary, I'm here to help you."

Canary doesn't like to talk, but in order to gain Palmer's trust, she can only say patiently, "And you feel it too, right? If I mean anything to you, you're already down."

Palmer fell silent. Judging from the power released by Canary just now when she broke through the imaginary domain, Canary is at least a negative person. In this case, she can kill herself while Palmer is not paying attention, leaving only Just go down to Dewar.

...

A strange and powerful woman.

Palmer said, "Go ahead."

Canary said, "Gold and his original things are in the core area of ​​the Paradise, and Noren personally protects them."

Palmer asked, "Where did you get the news?"

The Bureau of Order has been pursuing this part of the information, and it stands to reason that it has not been leaked, but Canary knows more than they do.

Canary hesitated for a moment, then said, "You won't believe it."

When Noren's information reached the Bureau of Order, Belphegor knew about it and conveyed it to himself. The devil's information transmission efficiency was many times faster than that of the heart network.

Palmer continued, "What is your purpose?"

"I'm hunting down a high-ranking member of the Zongge Orchestra. He's hiding very deeply. I spent a long time, but I didn't find a chance to assassinate him."

Canary said frankly, "But today is different. In order to get back the original thing, he will go out in person. This is a good opportunity for me."

"Want to cooperate?"

Faced with Canary's invitation, Palmer fell silent, and gradually lowered the muzzle of his raised gun, and then he slammed the wall beside him, annoyed.

Palmer misses Burlogo very much now, and this kind of link that requires brains is really not suitable for him.

"Damn, you impress me!" Palmer said aggressively, "Lead the way!"

The wind and rain wet Jeffrey's skirt, and the cold kept hitting his nerves, like the chill of a wave, rampaging through his body.

The rain washed away the blood on the bone-crushing knife, and Jeffrey squinted his eyes to avoid the rain from interfering with his vision. His golden eyes carried a terrifying murderous intent. Soon after the rain and fog, a blurry figure gradually emerged.

"What an inappropriate reunion."

Jeffrey sighed, with a little sadness in his tone, the scene he least wanted to see happened.

The opponent came through the rain and fog, holding a long knife washed by the rain in his hand.

"Jeffrey?"

Herter looked at the golden-eyed tiger with a complicated smile on his face. According to his assumption, Jeffrey shouldn't have appeared here, and then he realized that he was deceived by Lebius.

Herter said, "It's been a long time."

"Do you want to catch up on the old days?" Jeffrey said with a smile, but the rising ether did not mean to decrease in the slightest, "After all, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

"Reminiscing about the past? Let's forget it, I have something to deal with today."

Herter raised his long knife and pointed it behind Jeffrey, "My business is urgent."

"No matter how urgent it is, can you make some time to come out?" Jeffrey clenched the bone-crushing knife, trying to hold Hert back, "Or, that matter is more important than the reunion of old friends."

Hert put away the smile on his face, his eyes were cold and heartless, he did not act rashly, but gradually increased his own ether strength, and even brought himself into a full state.

The war is about to start.

"Don't look, Lebius is not here."

Jeffrey said bluntly, "He still trusts you, and he should be killing on the Hulk Coast at this moment."

When Herter appeared in front of him, Jeffrey understood many things. This was a conspiracy, a trap involving many forces.

...

"He didn't fully trust me, or you wouldn't be here," Herter said.

Jeffrey smiled, "Trust is mutual, if you absolutely trusted us, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

The long knife was pointed at Jeffrey, Herter sighed deeply, "Get out of the way, Jeffrey, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Seeing that Jeffrey was silent, Herter continued, "I don't want to be enemies with my friends."

Jeffrey ignored him, but looked towards the direction of the hulk coast, and said casually, "Look, Hult, it's a beautiful scene, isn't it?"

Herter followed Jeffrey's line of sight, and saw signal bombs rising into the sky one after another. Under the cloudy clouds, they emitted bright light. Under the gust of wind, they twisted and turned into a trail of dazzling light in mid-air .

"Did you know? Generally speaking, we will only use this 'primitive' method to deliver messages when the network of hearts cannot reach the target."

Jeffrey straightened his posture, raised the bone-crushing knife, and confronted Hert tit-for-tat.

"Similarly, when we anxiously use this 'primitive' communication method, it also means that the matter is urgent and important."

Jeffrey put away all his smiles and easy-going, as if he was no longer facing an old friend, but a stranger.

"Hert Motley."

Brilliant golden light brewed in Jerry Buddha's pupils, and the rushing ether spread out without restraint, even interfering with the trajectory of the wind and rain.

"Don't move forward."

Helt took a deep breath, he knew that this battle was inevitable after all, ignoring Jeffrey's warning, Helt stepped forward, and the intensity of ether was rising steadily.

The wind shifted and the rain cut off.

"It's still the same!" Jeffrey appeared in front of Hert almost instantly, and growled angrily, "The guy who doesn't listen to people's advice!"

Hert laughed wildly, the heavy bone-crushing knife collided with the slender long knife, and the sharp sound caused dense ripples on the stagnant water.
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