In the end, Burlogo declined Palmer and asked him to stay to deal with the accident, while he sneaked away on the pretext of going to the hospital to treat his wounds.
Leaving behind a chaotic scene and a crying Palmer, he shouted to himself "Bologo survive" for a while, hugged "Laika" for a while, and muttered something like "Laika, don't die".
People show a tendency of schizophrenia.
His expression was forlorn and his movements were ecstatic, as if what he was holding was not a motorcycle, but a lover...
Is it really okay to leave the future of the Clerks family to such a person? The elders of Palmer must have made a mistake.
Throwing the dented helmet into the trash can, he avoided the sight of the street and walked into the dark alley. The wound on Boluogo's head had long since disappeared, but there was still a little pain in his mind.
He was not worried about the commotion caused by the accident just now. The Order Bureau was good at handling such matters, and the ferrymen from the Logistics Department were responsible for all the aftermath. At the same time, they also had endless complaints against the Field Support Department.
Boluogo's action just now was considered fast. While the pedestrians were still in panic, he quickly left the scene.
He has gradually integrated into the work of the Bureau of Order. Although he is in a normal world, he must always be prepared to deal with crises in the extraordinary world.
It was a pity that he was wearing new clothes. Boluogo lowered his head. The clothes were covered with dust, holes and blood stains.
He was a little irritated, and soon he let out a long sigh.
Boluogo started to get used to it, and getting used to it was a good thing...it was all good things.
"ah……"
Boluogo put his head against the wall and groaned sadly.
He had thought about Palmer's bad luck and good luck, but he didn't expect that the combination of these two things would become so nonsense, and now he also understood Palmer's joy when he knew that he was immortal.
.
If he were not immortal, Palmer had just welcomed a new partner and would have to deal with his partner's funeral. I don't know if he could cry like a "Lycra" when he cried at the funeral.
This is so weird.
"So, is this the reason why we get along so well and are 'good brothers'?"
Recalling Palmer's endless mutterings in the Order Bureau, it was only at this moment that Bologo understood what he meant.
What is this?
Boluogo slapped his face hard, trying to wake himself up a little, and looked at the water at his feet, where he reflected his embarrassed self. It seemed like this every time, going out in a dignified manner, and then returning home in a state of embarrassment.
, like some kind of hellish curse, followed Bologg.
But these unfortunate events did not make Boluogo feel too bad, because he finally became a condenser and mastered the mysterious secret power. He felt that this matter would make him happy for at least a week.
The power is fascinating, not to mention that this is the first time that Boluogo has possessed it. He holds it tightly in his hand and turns it into a sharp sword that seals his throat.
As for the power of "draining", soul fragments are a universal energy source. Judging from Boluogo's ability to explore, this can not only suppress mania, but also help him advance.
The more he learned, the more curious Boluogo became about his lost memory. What deal did he make with the devil...
Boluogo shook his head. There was no point in thinking about so many things. The most important thing now was the present and the future.
At this moment, shouting sounded from the other end of the alley, and a group of people were walking towards here. They were joking loudly, with arrogant smiles on their faces.
"You should really have seen his expression at that time. He was completely stunned when I stabbed him." The leading man laughed.
"Yes, yes, he knelt down and handed over all the money." Another person responded, followed by another burst of laughter.
Boluogo looked at these people, slightly absent-minded, and a slight smile couldn't help appearing on his cold face.
He was like a child getting ready for a date, his movements appeared flustered and hurried. Looking at the water at his feet, Boluogo tangled his hair hard, tore off his tie, and wiped away the blood stains on his clothes as much as possible.
After digging through his pockets, Boluogo's clothes were all destroyed during the implantation ceremony, and he didn't have a penny in his pocket at the moment.
"Oops."
Boluogo cursed secretly, but he quickly thought of a new countermeasure.
Then……
…
Temple proudly boasted about his achievements to his friends. He dropped out of school and started hanging out on the streets at an early age, dreaming that one day he would become the boss of a certain neighborhood.
Now he is indeed about to do it. Deng Purow is considered a rising star in this area. He is young, powerful, and ruthless in his work. Many gangs have noticed him. Some want to win over him, while others want to eradicate him.
Temple knew all this, but he did not panic or feel uneasy. Instead, he felt like he had become a big shot, and he liked this feeling.
"Hey, has this guy just been beaten?"
Templeton noticed the man walking towards him. He was holding on to the wall with one hand and covering his chest with the other. His clothes were covered with dust, holes, and dark red blood stains.
"Has this unlucky guy been robbed just now?" Templeton laughed.
For this kind of unlucky guy, Deng Luo knew very well that there was nothing to exploit, so he simply laughed at him.
But after the ridicule, the unlucky man actually raised his head and looked at himself without saying anything, his green eyes showing disgust and disdain.
Templeton had seen this look before, and many people had shown that look to him, whether it was his parents or the people around him.
The laughter froze for a few seconds, and there was a sinister look on Templeton's face.
The unlucky man let out bursts of painful groans as he walked. The alley was very narrow, and he could only walk close to Temple. At this moment, Temple asked.
"What's that look in your eyes?"
The unlucky guy paused for a second, said nothing, and continued walking forward.
"Damn it, I'm asking you a question!"
Templeton became furious in an instant. No one here dared to treat him with such an attitude. He raised his fist and hit the unlucky guy. However, the expected wailing and begging for mercy did not happen. His fist froze in mid-air.
He was grabbed tightly by the other hand.
"You... acted first, right?"
Boluogo turned his head, his cold face showing uncontrollable joy among his messy black hair.
In fact, Jeffrey didn't know enough about Bologo. People are complex and difficult to summarize, so everyone has some dark hobbies that are difficult to tell. It just so happens that Bologo also has such a hobby.
Hobby.
He calls this hobby "fishing".
"What?"
Just when Temple was puzzled and couldn't figure out what was going on, Burlogo exerted force on his wrist. Temple felt as if there were iron pliers clamping on his arm, and bursts of severe pain hit him.
"Ah! Damn it!"
Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Templer raised his foot and tried to kick Boluogo over, but Boluogo was faster than him and hit Templer's diaphragm with a straight punch.
The whole body began to lean backwards, and the severe pain almost made Templeton faint. What followed was a tumbling abdomen, and a strange feeling went up his throat. He retched in pain.
"Boss!"
When the other boys saw their boss being attacked, they took out the daggers they carried without saying a word and prepared to hack Bologo to death, but they were still too slow.
Bologo didn't want to bully them too much and didn't use all his strength at all, but compared to Bologo, an expert, these street gangsters were still far behind.
Pulling up the debris piled in the alley, Bologo swung the wooden board, and several short knives were pierced into the wooden board. When they tried to pull out the short knives, Bologo had already let go of the wooden board and headed towards
He punched several people in the abdomen.
After each punch, a person fell down clutching his stomach, his body arched, and he kept twitching.
Another short knife came at him, and Boluogo dodged it by turning his head. He slashed the man's shoulder with the knife. At the same time, he raised his foot to hook the man's right foot and pulled it back. The man lost his balance and fell forward. Boluogo
He grabbed the back of his head and banged his head against the wall.
A low roar sounded, and Deng Proulu struggled to stand up. He was worthy of being the boss of these people. He could withstand more beatings than these younger brothers. He raised his fist to fight back.
But the ending was still the same. Boluogo easily dodged the punch, and Dengproo couldn't even touch the hem of Boluogo's clothes. Until Boluogo got tired of playing, he raised his foot and kicked Dengproo over again, and he fell into the
Among the debris, collapsed things were piled heavily.
"Are you coming again?"
Looking at the other end of the alley, the only man still standing, Boluogo arranged his clothes and hair and asked him.
"me……"
The man dropped the dagger tremblingly and ran away with a burst of screams.
Just like that, it was a mess.
Boluogo walked past the fallen and moaning guys one after another, and was about to leave. He remembered something again, turned around and dragged someone up casually.
"No, no, no..." The man cried with tears streaming down his face.
Boluogo has indeed brought enough psychological shadow to them. These naive little gangsters never imagined that someone would pretend to be like this to deceive them. Moreover, Boluogo is so strong. It feels like being bullied by an adult.
Just like a child.
They can't tell you the pain, but they can't beat it.
"Okay, stop barking."
This sound made Boluogo a little irritated. He dug into the man's pocket and took out a few banknotes and coins.
"Lend me some traveling expenses."
Boluogo said and waved his hand.
"Everyone, I'll see you when I get the chance."
Amidst the groans of pain, Boluogo walked out of the alley, raised his head, and the gloomy sky suddenly became clear.
"Ah...it's such a stress reliever."
The haze just now was swept away, and the whole person couldn't help but feel happy. He stretched hard and moved his body. Boluogo looked at the bustling city and sighed sincerely.
“Opos is such a great place.”
This is a sunny city and the people here are warm and hospitable.
