It had been a long time since Palmer had participated in such a joyful banquet. Under the approaching storm, demons and monsters came out in full force, as if it was the last carnival before the end.
Unbound Poetry Society.
Palmer had heard of this organization, but he couldn't remember the specific details. He vaguely remembered that this was an extremely secretive group of poets. They hardly appeared in the eyes of the world, and even the Bureau of Order had very few records about them.
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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 at all levels." Canary hurried forward. She seemed to have been here many times, and all the roads were very familiar.
"We need to hurry up. This first round of offensive is just cannon fodder. The Zongge Band's Sublimation Players haven't been dispatched yet. Once they board the ship, things will only become more troublesome."
"You fucking stop!"
Palmer cursed angrily, raising his gun and pointing it at the canary.
Canary also stopped talking and looked at Palmer in confusion, wondering what was wrong with him.
Palmer yelled, "Who are you!"
"Unbound Poetry Society, Canary."
Canary repeated. She didn't understand. Did Palmer not hear clearly just now?
"I mean……"
Palmer half-choked as he spoke. For a moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood. After being stunned for more than ten seconds, he finally came up with a word.
"Do we know each other well?"
In the past, Palmer was the only one who knew others personally. Today, it was the first time that he was treated like this.
Palmer yelled, "Do you know who I am?"
"Department of Order, Special Operations Group, Palmer Cracks."
Canary has already known Palmer's identity by heart. This is the first time for Palmer to meet Canary, but for Canary, she has known Palmer for too long.
To be precise, Canary knows everyone in the Special Operations Group.
Long before the start of this operation, the information from the special operations team had been conveyed to Canary through Belphegor. She guessed that the noble bystander was borrowing his own eyes to watch all this happen.
Hearing that his identity was completely exposed, Palmer pretended to be shocked and stunned, but secretly all the muscles and nerves in his body were tensed, and his index finger was pressed on the trigger, and his secret energy was ready.
Palmer's professionalism told him that the canary in front of him was very dangerous, and that the woman who suddenly appeared was too mysterious and cunning.
The atmosphere between them was constantly tense and depressing. Just when Palmer was about to take action, Canary spoke.
"I am not your enemy. On the contrary, I am here to help you."
Canary didn't like to talk, but in order to gain Palmer's trust, she could only say patiently, "And you felt it too, right? If I had any ill intentions towards you, you would have already fallen."
Palmer fell silent. Judging from the power released when Canary broke through the virtual realm just now, Canary is at least a person with power. In this case, she can kill herself while Palmer is not paying attention, leaving only
Just go to Dewar.
A strange and powerful woman.
Palmer said, "Go on."
Canary said, "Gauld and his original things are in the core area of the Paradise, and are protected by Nolen himself."
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 know.
Canary hesitated for a moment, then said, "You won't believe it."
When Nolen's message arrived at the Bureau of Order, Belphegor knew this part and conveyed it to himself. The efficiency of the devil's message transmission was countless times faster than that of the Heart Network.
Palmer continued, "What is your purpose?"
"I'm hunting down a senior executive of the Zongge Band. He's hidden very deep. I spent a long time but couldn't find a chance to assassinate him."
Canary confessed, "But today is different. In order to regain the original thing, he will personally take action. This is a good opportunity for me."
"Want to cooperate?"
Facing Canary's invitation, Palmer fell silent, and the muzzle of the raised gun gradually lowered, and then he banged the wall next to him, annoyed.
Palmer misses Boluogo very much now. This kind of link that requires thinking is really not suitable for him.
"Damn, you impressed me!" Palmer said angrily, "Lead the way!"
The wind and rain wetted Jeffrey's clothes, and the cold kept hitting his nerves, like a wave of chill, rushing through his body.
The rain washed away the blood on the bone-crushing knife. Jeffrey squinted his eyes to prevent the rain from interfering with his vision. His golden eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent. Soon after, a blurry figure gradually emerged from behind the rain and fog.
"What an ill-timed reunion."
Jeffrey sighed, with a hint of sadness in his tone. The scene he least wanted to see happened.
The other party came through the rain and fog, holding a long knife that was washed by the rain in his hand.
"Jeffrey?"
Helter looked at the golden-eyed tiger with a complex smile on his face. According to his assumption, Jeffrey should not have been here, and then he realized that he had been deceived by Lebius.
Hurt said, "It's been a long time no see."
"Want to reminisce about old times?" There was a smile in Jeffrey's words, but the rising ether had no intention of lowering it. "After all, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years."
"Reminiscing about old times? Let's forget it. I have something to deal with today."
Hurt raised his long knife and pointed it behind Jeffrey, "My matter is urgent."
"No matter how urgent the matter is, you can still make some time, right?" Jeffrey tightened his grip on the bone-crushing knife and tried to hold Hert back. "Or, that matter is more important than reuniting with old friends."
Helt put away the smile on his face, his eyes were cold and ruthless. He did not act rashly, but gradually increased his ether intensity, even bringing himself into a state of peak power.
The war is about to break out.
"Don't look, Lebius is not here."
Jeffrey said bluntly, "He still trusts you. He should be killing people on the Hulk Coast at the moment."
When Helt appeared in front of him, Jeffrey understood a lot of things. This was a conspiracy, a trap that involved many forces.
Helt said, "He didn't fully trust me, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
Jeffrey smiled, "Trust is mutual. If you absolutely trusted us, you wouldn't be here, right?"
Pointing the long knife at Jeffrey, Hert sighed deeply, "Get out of the way, Jeffrey, this matter has nothing to do with you."
Seeing Jeffrey's silence, Helt continued, "I don't want to be an enemy of my friends."
Jeffrey ignored him, but looked in the direction of the hulk coast, and said casually, "Look, Hult, it's a beautiful scene, isn't it?"
Hult followed Jeffrey's line of sight and saw signal bombs rising into the sky. Under the dense clouds, they emitted bright light, and were blown by the strong wind, twisting the trajectory of dazzling light in mid-air.
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"Did you know? Generally speaking, we will use this 'primitive' method to deliver messages only when the heart hub network cannot cover the target."
Jeffrey straightened his posture, raised the bone-crushing knife, and faced Hertt 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 easygoingness, as if he was no longer facing an old friend, but a stranger.
"Hert Motley."
A brilliant golden light brewed in Jerryfo's eyes, and the rushing ether spread out without restraint, even disturbing 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, the intensity of the ether rising steadily.
The wind direction changes and the raindrops are cut off.
"Still the same!" Jeffrey appeared in front of Helt almost instantly, roaring angrily, "You guy who doesn't listen to others' advice!"
Helter laughed wildly, and the heavy bone-crushing knife collided with the slender long knife. The sharp sound caused dense ripples in the stagnant water.
