Chapter 107: The mountains will give way and the sea will diverge into a narrow path
From small pistols to high-power rifles, sharp short axes to piercing long knives, all kinds of weapons are on the shelf. Even Boluoge is a little surprised at this moment. He knows Vincent's expertise.
But I never thought he would stock up so much.
This place is like a small arsenal, and this arsenal is right opposite his house, so grandly opened on the street.
"I used to work for the company in the Great Rift, but I was not a miner, but a member of the security department. Every day I had to fight against those lunatics wandering Chacha Road."
Vincent took a long puff of a cigarette, his old eyes no longer cloudy, but filled with a faint excitement.
"These are my treasures, but it's a pity that I never know how to deal with them. If I'm not careful, I can easily be caught by the police, so I just hoard them here."
Vincent complained.
"Sure enough, life is not that simple. When I was working, I was only good at fighting and killing. As a result, I didn't know anything about the simplest transactions and money laundering. I could only stick to these things and run a small business."
Boluogo looked through it, and as Vincent said, these firearms are all old models, but they do not hinder their use.
"My marksmanship is terrible, so I need something that doesn't require aiming. There are many enemies. It's best to have something powerful that can knock down a whole group of enemies with one shot."
Bologo made his demands.
"Then you can try this..."
Vincent walked to the shelf, casually picked up a gun and handed it to Boluogo.
"The pump-action shotgun produced by Beiyun Industry does not need to be too carefully aimed, as long as the enemy is near the muzzle of your gun, it is very powerful.
The broken projectiles can easily penetrate the human body, just like being baptized by heavy rain, so it is also called ‘iron rain’.”
Bologg set up the shotgun and got into a shooting stance. His marksmanship was terrible, but he had served as a soldier, so it was not difficult for Bologg to control the firearm.
"These are all old models, but killing people has nothing to do with the model, right?"
Vincent said and took out another sawed-off shotgun.
"If your accuracy is poor, then use a shotgun. Treat it like a war hammer at close range. Point it against the enemy and pull the trigger."
Boluogo nodded, took the short-handled shotgun, and inserted it into the strap on the outside of his thigh.
His black overalls were not fully loaded with equipment. They were reserved for Vincent from the beginning.
"To be honest, I still don't want to give these things to you. It feels like it violates my principles," Vincent muttered, "I only sell them to people in need."
"for example?"
Bologo picked up his belt bag and stuffed it with ammunition.
"For example, some women, when they need something to protect themselves, I will put a gun in their bag," Vincent said, glancing at Boluogo. "This is the first time I have sold a weapon to
A killer."
"The thought of someone dying because of my weapon is quite psychologically stressful."
"Then why did you sell it to a woman?" asked Bologna.
"Huh, if this can protect those ladies, I don't mind taking on some psychological pressure." Vincent smiled and blew out a smoke ring, his demeanor actually became a bit gentlemanly.
"Don't worry, Vincent, I'm not a killer. I'm...I'm just an ordinary person now. If someone kills my friend, I want him to pay the price, that's all." Boluogo said calmly.
"hope so."
Vincent didn't say anything more.
After packing everything, his whole body felt extremely heavy, which reminded Boluogo of his days as a soldier. At that time, he was the same, carrying all the equipment, holding firearms and charging towards the enemy's position.
Only this time he was alone.
"Thanks, Vincent."
As he spoke, Bologo put a large handful of banknotes on the counter. This was all his possessions, and they were used to buy these weapons. Bologo felt that it should be enough, and if it was not enough, he would not be able to take out more.
"Are you fighting for justice?" Vincent asked.
"I think it is."
"That's great. There is a saying in my hometown. When a person acts for justice, the whole world will help him, the mountains will make way for him, the sea will separate its narrow channel, and even death will stop his sickle.
, he will not wave it again until he has finished all this."
"Are you from the Kogardel Empire?" Bologo had heard this sentence.
The officers on the battlefield shouted these words, brandished their sabers and charged toward the artillery fire like crazy. They thought they were fighting for justice.
So the whole world will help them, they are invincible, and for this reason even artillery fire cannot shake them.
In fact, they were blown to pieces, and Bologg witnessed all this with his own eyes, because what they charged was the position that Bologg held.
Everyone fights for justice, and everyone dies for justice.
"That's right," Vincent said, throwing a can of beer at Boluogo. "This is my treat for you."
"If Adele is what you say, then she is indeed a good person. You are angry because of the death of a good person. This is an act of justice, Boluogo."
Vincent's words came from afar, and he gave his blessing.
"The mountains will give way, and the sea will part ways!"
Boluogo waved with his back turned and strode down the quiet street. As an expert, he was always prohibited from drinking before work.
But today this was not work, it was just a personal grudge. Boluogo drank all the wine without any scruples, flattened the can and threw it into the trash can on the corner of the street.
Soaked in alcohol, every nerve was cheering, and he couldn't wait to insert the barrel of the gun into the enemy's mouth.
Before, Burlogo could tolerate it and could wait for the investigation from the Crow's Nest, but after reading Adele's diary, Adele's gentle words completely penetrated Burlogo's emotions.
Burlogo couldn't stand it anymore. He had to take action and couldn't stop for a moment.
The Bureau of Order can't find the whereabouts of the King's Secret Sword, so it's up to you. Every minute and second that passes, these damn guys may escape from the city with Adele's soul.
Lebius might talk about the regulations and codes of the Bureau of Order, and advise him to wait and wait again, waiting endlessly.
Burlogo had waited enough. He had waited long enough in the dark cell.
Now he doesn't care about anything. Just like the conversation with Adele, when a person steps onto the battlefield and his eyes are red with blood, you can't reason with him.
There is no need to reason, no need to wait, and no need for enlightenment.
All it takes now is action.
Efficient, swift and deadly actions, like a dedicated hunter, silent killer and cold-blooded expert.
Boluogo is in great shape now, and just as Vincent said, the whole world will help him tonight.
Whether they are gods or demons, they will lend a helping hand.
Bologna knew it from the beginning.
He hummed cheerful music and strode towards the red phone booth on the street.
Stepping inside, Bologo flipped through the phone book. The pages kept flying by, and the densely packed phone numbers disappeared one by one. In the end, the phone book was blank, with only a line of writing printed in the middle.
welcome.
Who is welcome? Yourself?
Boluogo laughed, reached into his pocket, and touched the cold thing.
"Is this my lucky coin?"
Boluogo picked up the golden Mammon coin, which was the beginning of Boluogo's revenge tonight. He opened the key to the door of burning blood.
It's like there is an insidious will that is secretly controlling everything and driving Bologg in the direction it wants. Bologg hates this feeling of being driven by others.
But you have to admit, it succeeded.
Tonight is an exception. Bologg will not refuse any of its demands, as long as the guilty person can be paid with blood.
Taking a deep breath, Bologger put the mammon coin into the slot and picked up the phone.
He didn't dial the number, but after a brief noise, the phone was dialed, and a deep and elegant voice sounded.
"Mr. Borogo Lazarus."
There was a smile in his voice.
"I knew we would meet again."
A strange cold feeling hit the body, the sound of freezing continued, and a thin layer of frost covered the glass of the phone booth, then shattered suddenly, fell into fine powder, and disappeared into the darkness.
Boluogo turned around. Unexpectedly, the door of the phone booth had been opened. A red carpet stretched out from the darkness and extended to the bottom of the phone booth.
The familiar city is no longer there, instead it is a dark and unpredictable depth.
Beams of light fell, and when you looked up, you couldn't see the source of the light at all.
Bologg stepped onto the red carpet. Except for the red carpet area, other places were equally dark. Bologg even felt that he was on top of an abyss. The red carpet as bright as blood under his feet was like the long bridge across the abyss.
.
Bursts of golden light emitted from the depths of the darkness, and countless Mammon coins were piled up together, rising high like hills. This was immeasurable wealth, and the man was sitting under the hills.
A huge long table stood in front of him. There were many documents, drawings and carving tools on the table. The man seemed to be working on something, and there was a constant sound of tapping in his hands.
Bologg slowly approached. On the other side of the long table, the man thoughtfully left a chair for him. He also extended his hand gracefully to signal Bologg.
"Want something to drink?"
"No."
Bologna rejected him.
Sitting on the chair, Boluogo tried hard to observe the man. He was dressed in black formal clothes, and his body shape and exposed skin were extremely normal. It was just his head...
Boluogo had a hard time describing that thing. It was like countless cables bunched together. They were wrapped heavily around the man's head, completely wrapping it.
As if they were alive, the cables were still moving slowly, like wriggling maggots and snakes. There was a strange rustling sound from them, like cold scales rubbing against each other.
At the back of the man's head, more cables extended out, hanging high, spreading into the infinite darkness. It seemed that the man was just a puppet on strings, controlled by weird things from the depths of the darkness.
Soothing music played from the record player, a woman sang holy music, and bursts of bright golden light emerged from the mountains of Mammon coins, covering everything in the darkness with a golden halo.
"You are not it."
Boluogo said.
The man tilted his head slightly. This guy had no face at all, but Boluogo could still feel the sight coming from him. Boluogo said frankly.
"Although I have forgotten the entire transaction, I have always had a hunch that when I see the devil again, I will definitely be able to recognize it... You are not it."
"Hahaha, is that so?"
The man put down what he was busy with, put his hands on the table, leaned forward and looked at Boluogo behind the table.
"I have wanted to see you for a long time, Mr. Borogo Lazarus."
"Want to see me? This is really scary," he said, but there was no trace of fear in Boluogo's eyes. "What are you after? My soul?"
A smile broke out on his indifferent face, and Boluogo looked at the devil in front of him.
"If it's a soul, it depends on whether you can offer a suitable price...tyrant."
