Endless Debt.

Chapter 742 is not over yet
"You also know that our work has been very busy recently. We have been so busy for a while, we are all sleeping in the laboratory, and we are inseparable."

On the watchtower, Bologo and Amyu sat on the bench, the sky gradually darkened above their heads, the deep night sky gradually appeared, and the stars twinkled in the darkness.

Below the two of them, there was a sea of ​​rolling clouds. The light from the city reflected the sea of ​​clouds in a bright red color. In the gaps in the clouds, dense tall buildings could be seen faintly.

Burrog sat beside Amy, listening to her complaints patiently, with a smile on his face from time to time to express his respect.

Aimiao seems to have accumulated work pressure for a long time, complaining endlessly.

"I'm better. The steel body can avoid fatigue, but the senior sister is very bad. She has to drink a cup of coffee every two hours. When she rests, she puts herself in a sleeping bag and stuffs it under the table."

Because of working together, Ai Miao and Bai Li got along more and more harmoniously. Ai Miao found that at work, she was still very reliable as a senior sister, but once she left work, in life, Ai Miao just I want to keep Bailey at arm's length.

Thinking of this, Amy hesitated for a moment. She recalled that in the laboratory, Baili opened the sleeping bag with a smile on her face, and invited Amy to sleep together. She thanked Bailey for being exhausted by work, otherwise Amy would have been dragged by her. go in.

It's better not to mention these things, although Bai Li's crazy appearance has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but Aimiao still feels that, as his senior sister, even for the reputation of the teacher, he should make up for her to some extent.

Burlogo asked, "You're out now. Is work done?"

"Well, we've finished the preliminary work, and now the Hall of Scholars is in charge."

Thinking of those aged scholars, Amyau only had respect in his heart. When a few of them could still be busy and joking around, those scholars who depended on potions and machines for their livelihood were like flesh and blood machines, except for low-pitched conversations. Apart from the sound and rough panting, their working atmosphere is eerily quiet and depressing.

At this moment, soft flesh and blood replaced steel. Aimu looked at the outside scene, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then sighed.

With the flesh and blood attached, the feeling of fatigue became more and more intense. If it was not the evening but the afternoon, Aimu would want to take a lazily sleep in the sun here.

Seeing Amyu's tired look, Burlogo said, "Did I bother you?"

"What do you mean?"

Maybe she used to be an alchemy puppet, but Aimu doesn't like the veiled conversations between human beings. In those convoluted words, her understanding will always be ambiguous, and then the conversation will go in the opposite direction. .

Therefore, Aimu likes the efficiency of the machine, and the words are so straightforward, and he will not guess any wrong ideas.

only……

It’s just that even though she felt this way, as she completely became a real human being and integrated into the lives of ordinary people, Amy found that this kind of thing was not absolute, and she was also somewhat obsessed with the subtlety and concealment of human beings, which made people Getting along with the facts, a little more unreal and dreamy.

Just like now, according to her own thoughts, Amy knew exactly what she should say to Burrog, but the implicitness wrapped her heart, making it difficult to break free from her true thoughts.

"They said you became the team leader?" Amy raised another topic, so as not to let the atmosphere fall into dead silence, "It's so fast...you are indeed the best rookie of the year."

If he had heard Amyu's words before, Burlogo might have been a little proud, but now he only has bitterness in his heart.

"Yeah, being the team leader," Burrog murmured, "I still feel unreal."

In the Field Service Department, the highest position that every field worker may reach is to become the team leader. For many people, this is something that takes more than ten years to achieve, but it took Burogo only three Years only.

Bologo knew that he couldn't compare like this. Compared with ordinary field staff, he had too many special features, such as undead, chosen one... It was these identities one after another that made Bologo enough to take on this position.

From the beginning to the end, Bologo was sober and did not let pride engulf his reason, but he still couldn't stop the weird pressure from covering his mind.

"Did something happen?"

Seeing Burlogo's downcast look, Amy felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"A lot happened... a lot of things."

The sky was completely darkened, and the bright moon was hanging high in the sky. Bologo quietly told Amy about his experience of the first operation. He told almost all the stories, only concealing the information about the Cylinder suicide attack. Attack on the reclamation room.

This is the truth of the secret war, a conspiracy of the devil.

Bologo didn't know what kind of shock he would cause in the Bureau of Order when he said such a fact. He needed to see everyone, even if he didn't like that monster, but Bologo still had to admit that this kind of At that time, he needed the wisdom of the people, the successive directors of the Bureau of Order, and all heroes.

After listening to Burlogo's narration, Amyu's exhausted consciousness revived again, and she murmured the name in a low voice, "Church..."

Then Amy realized something, "Where's Palmer? Is he okay?"

The appearance of his partner appeared in front of Burlogo, "Palmer..."

"Palmer needs help," said Amy.

Burrog hesitated, then shook his head. "No, he'll take care of that."

It's not that Bologo doesn't want to help Palmer, give him comfort or something like that, but Burlogo knows very well that Palmer doesn't need this kind of thing, although Palmer always looks suspicious to him Whether his mental age and intelligence are sound, but Burlogo knows Palmer's essence very well, and he knows better what Palmer is thinking in this situation.

"Palmer doesn't need my comfort, he knows who will give him peace."

Burlogo went on to say, "I've been through something similar to that, and I know what Palmer is thinking. Apart from the peace she gives, he needs some time."

"Need a moment to calm down?"

"Do not."

Burrog denied Amyu's words, "I mean, he needs some time to hone his skills, polish his sharp dagger, find the enemy who hurt Church, and then cut his throat with his own hands."

Amy was silent for a while. Burlog had vaguely mentioned something about Adele to her, and then Amy asked in a very complicated tone.

"That's how you were... at that time?"

"Almost," Burlog thought for a while, "maybe a little more."

Amy's expression became more complicated. She knew that this was a serious matter, and she was not qualified to judge Burlogo and Palmer, but she still felt that it was a bit crazy.

"You may think this is abnormal, or even a little abnormal, but there is no way to do it. People in our industry are always accompanied by death. It is impossible for you to say that there is no psychological problem... To be precise , if a person dances with death every day, and he has no psychological problems, then this matter itself is already very distorted."

Burrog tried to explain his life and work to Amy. Although Amy often acted with Burrog, most of the time, Amy was just a provider of assistance and power.

Judging according to the law, Bologo is the mastermind of the murder, and Aimiao is only an accomplice. If the defense lawyer is good enough, Aimiao can also be regarded as being coerced.

"We need some channels to vent the twisted anger in our hearts," Bologo continued, "breaking the limbs of the enemy and listening to their wailing is a very good way to decompress."

Amy didn't know what to say at all.

Bologo let out a long breath. He knew that his words were a little too distorted, but once the chatterbox opened, he couldn't help but expose the most brutal thoughts in his heart.

Thinking of this, Bologo suddenly realized something. He looked in the distant direction and whispered in a very low voice.

"My revenge is not over yet."

In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a beam of light rising from the ground. It was far behind the end of the horizon, located in the Kogadel Empire. It was the base camp of the king's secret sword, and it was also one of the behemoths that had been entrenched on the mainland for a hundred years.

In the night of Burrogo's revenge, although he prevented the train from leaving Opus and smashed Thorndike to death with his own hands, the power bestowed by the tyrant is still not over, and a beam of light symbolizing the enemy of revenge is at the far end , that is beyond the reach of Burlogo.

When the first ray of morning light fell, the enemy's beam of light merged into the light and disappeared.

It was gone, but Burrog remembered it all.

If there is anything more terrifying than a zealous avenger, it is only when that avenger is immortal.

Burrog rubbed his cuffs lightly, and the silver snake made of snake scales wrapped around his wrist. The cold metal touch gave Burrog an inexplicable sense of security.

After exhaling deeply, with the desire for revenge, Bologo felt tired for a while, followed by a pale heart.

Bologo vaguely understood the words of the crowd. Revenge is indeed a raging fire, but the fire will be extinguished eventually, but the light will not, and it will be immortal together with the fierce sun.

Burrog needs something blazing sun.

"Amy..."

Bologo said suddenly, as if he had let go of all his defenses, Bologo said quietly.

"I'm tired."

(End of this chapter)