Chapter 37: Abandoning Darkness and Turning to Light
"Colleague...partner..."
Boluogo stood in front of the mirror, arranging his clothes, still dressed as before.
The folding knife and throwing knife were inserted into the strap, and he put on a gray and black windbreaker to cover them, and then hung the hook gun and shock hammer on his waist.
Although he has not yet become a Sublime One, Bologo still has full lethality with just his "gift" and shock hammer. If he is not careful, even a Sublime Substitute will be killed by him.
Recalling the address given by Jeffrey in his mind, Boluogo was quite familiar with that location.
Shenbei District is a newly built urban area, and the whole area is still expanding towards the edge of the city, and the desolate area on the edge is full of construction sites filled with bricks and stones, as well as factories that are constantly producing materials.
The loess is so thick that almost no one goes there except workers, and most of the time, it looks deserted.
"I hope this Palmer Clerks can last a little longer."
Boluogo muttered, opened the door, and left quickly.
Teamwork is very important, and Boluogo knows this very well, so in order not to cooperate with others, he hopes to make himself stronger, so powerful that he does not need any assistance.
So powerful that one man can form an army.
Unfortunately, he can't do it for the time being, so he can only be forced to be with others.
On the way forward, Boluogo was thinking about a lot of messy things.
What if this new colleague is difficult to get along with?
Thinking of this, Jeffrey's last words sounded, and the hell "surrendering to the enemy" kept swirling in Boluogo's mind.
"Can a condenser be so stupid?"
Burlogo complained.
Although he hasn't met this new colleague yet, Boluogo can already vaguely notice that there is something unusual about this new colleague. He is thinking that if he can't accept this new colleague, he should watch the show from the sidelines.
Wait until he is beaten to death and then recover his body...
Not very good.
Boluogo tried hard to drive this dark and bad thought out of his mind. He admitted that he had some mental problems, but he still had to abide by basic moral principles.
Do what you do and love what you do, this is what an expert should look like.
Then……
Accompanied by urgent calls and raised dust.
Standing in the middle of the road, Boluogo looked at the bus gradually going away, his expression twitching slightly.
So experts, how do you get to the target location.
Although it is said to be in the Shenbei District, the distance is actually not short. Even if Boluogo runs at full speed, it will take a while, and by then the new colleague may have turned into a corpse.
At this moment, a harsh whistle sounded, accompanied by shouts and curses.
"Make way! I don't want to live anymore!"
When he turned around, he saw a buzzing motorcycle parked not far behind him. The rider looked ferocious and cursed Boluogo who was blocking the road.
He was wearing a leather jacket decorated with rivets and a turban with a skull printed on his head. His overall appearance was exaggerated and eye-catching.
Such people are more common late at night in Opos. They pass through the streets with disturbing noises and play a cat-and-mouse game with the sheriffs.
Boluogo was woken up several times. At one point, he picked up a folding knife angrily and wanted to go out and kill someone. However, whenever he chased him to the street, he could only see the back of the motorcycle retreating away.
"Why are you so dazed!"
The man looked angry. Boluogo looked at him for a while, then at the motorcycle under him, and then at the man again.
A smile appeared on Boluogo's face.
"why are you laughing?"
The man yelled. He felt that there was something wrong with Boluogo's mind, and he was thinking about swearing, but at this moment Boluogo strode towards him.
fight?
The man raised his arm. The muscles on it were strong and powerful.
In response, Boluogo took out his pocket and threw out a shiny silver folding knife. On the shiny blade, the man's face gradually changed from calmness to panic.
…
Inside the unfinished building, gray concrete is everywhere, dust and debris have fallen to the ground, and the air is filled with choking smoke.
The unlucky man was sitting on a chair with his hands cuffed behind his back. He was wearing a black hood with only a small hole cut out for his eyes so that his sight was not obstructed. He was wearing common staff clothes and a tie.
When he pulled it open, the white shirt was also covered with dust and blood.
He sighed and could clearly see that he was surrounded by fierce and strong men standing around him. They were holding baseball bats studded with nails, or long knives and sharp swords.
Several others held pistols and held them aside, while one person held a gun with the muzzle pressed against the back of his head from behind, ready to open a hole in his brain and ventilate it at any time.
"What bad luck."
Palmer Clerks muttered to himself.
He was dressed like an impromptu robber, but now not only did he not get the money, but he was also hacked.
Perhaps because he has experienced such bad situations too many times, Palmer was in a very calm mood at the moment, and even said he wanted to laugh. Thinking about what happened not long ago in his mind, this self-deprecating smile became much deeper.
Palmer feels that his experience is actually quite magical. If all this can be made public, Palmer feels that he will definitely become an excellent comedy screenwriter.
"Take off his hood."
The voice sounded, and then a strong man came over and pulled off Palmer's hood.
The muggy feeling was blown by the cold wind, which made him feel a lot more comfortable. Palmer coughed painfully a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were tired but he still forced a smile on his face.
He looked a little bad, his face was bruised and bruised, and his clothes were in tatters. You could vaguely see the wounds underneath, some of which were still bleeding, and some of which had scabbed and solidified.
"So, who are you? Why are you here?"
When the voice sounded, Eugene walked over slowly, with a mocking smile on his face, dragged a chair over and sat in front of Palmer.
Palmer lowered his head slightly, seemingly avoiding Eugene's gaze, but in fact he was looking at Eugene from the corner of his sight.
After being exposed to the wind and sun, his face was slightly rough and dark, and his limbs had no obvious muscle lines, but judging from the intensity with which the other party beat him not long ago, he still had a certain amount of strength.
Palmer took a deep breath and choked several times in pain. He looked sick, but he was actually trying to smell it. Apart from his own blood and stale air, he didn't notice much rancid smell.
the breath.
Not a devil.
Recalling the glimmer of light on the other person's body and the strange secret energy, a twisted pain flashed through Palmer's mind.
The opponent was a Sublime One, but the battle lasted too short, and Palmer was captured by him before he had time to figure out the opponent's secret power.
In my memory, I only remember waves of pain coming from my mind. It seems that the other party's secret power is from the "Void Spirit School" and can directly attack the consciousness. However, I don't know yet the conditions for the release of this secret power.
As the former Rookie of the Year employee of the Bureau of Order, even if you are in danger, you should still think of opportunities to resist.
Countless strategies were flashing in Palmer's mind, but one of them was shining brightly, tempting Palmer.
"Me? I'm just a victim of an unfinished building!" Palmer said mournfully, with runny nose and tears. "I finally saved some money and bought a house in Shenbei District, but it was half-done.
It's over, I... I just want to see my far-away home. Who knew you were here? If I had known, I would not have dared to come even close."
Palmer's love is so profound that those who hear it are saddened and those who watch it shed tears.
Ding--
A crisp sound interrupted Palmer's performance, and Eugene took out a switchblade with a confused look on his face.
"Are all the people in your Order Bureau so bad at acting?"
Eugene frowned, not understanding what Palmer was doing just now. In fact, no one could understand what Palmer was doing.
He still remembered how he captured this unlucky guy an hour ago, in the hazy night before dawn.
The process is very simple, almost unbelievable.
At that time, Eugene was directing the transportation of goods. Hearing a scream, this guy slipped and fell from the roof. What was even more unlucky was that Palmer fell directly into the crowd. When he quickly stood up and prepared to
During the battle, countless gunshots had already surrounded Palmer. If this guy hadn't raised his hands quickly and high enough, he might have been beaten into a hornet's nest by now.
"Ah...that's it, this..."
Palmer didn't know what to say for a moment. He didn't expect that his secret would be exposed so quickly. Then someone grabbed his hair and lifted it up.
"Boss, why don't you kill this guy? He's from the Order Bureau, so he's going to be very troublesome."
The thug asked Eugene for advice.
"Don't wait! I surrender, I have something to say!"
Seeing Eugene handling the switchblade, Palmer shouted repeatedly.
"surrender?"
Eugene was stunned for a moment, then looked at Palmer with a smile, "He is very valuable. Someone has spent a lot of money to reward these people and the information in their heads."
Eugene moved his chair and got a little closer to Palmer, looking at him expectantly.
The sharp switchblade was slowly pressed against Palmer's throat. With a slight exertion, blood spilled out along the tip of the knife.
"Don't even think about playing tricks, friend, or you will die an ugly death." Eugene threatened.
"I know I know."
Palmer showed a flattering smile and said flatteringly.
"I have long been dissatisfied with the behavior of the Order Bureau. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to defect. It's better to choose a different day. Why don't I abandon the secret and join the light today, right?"
Palmer winked, cold sweat streaked across his forehead and rubbed against the wound, causing a slight pain.
Eugene did not speak, but looked straight at him. Soon his expression could no longer be controlled and he laughed.
"Abandon darkness and embrace light?"
"Yes, abandon the darkness and embrace the light!"
Palmer seemed to have told a bad joke, and Eugene couldn't stop laughing.
