"What are you talking about? The field department is responsible for all the execution work, and it has nothing to do with the Crow's Nest."
"Then your information is really not well-informed, Church. An intelligence officer shouldn't be like this."
Palmer flashed the Special Operations Group badge, and the smile on Church's face gradually dissipated.
"As you can see, I was transferred to the Field Service Department just recently." Putting away his badge, Palmer said helplessly.
"Special Operations Group"
Church remembered this special action group. Although not much information was circulated, everyone knew that the person in charge of this action group was Lebius, Lebius of the Wolf Pack.
Everyone was looking forward to the day when this action group would go into action, but after the rumors started to spread, the special operations team entered into a long period of construction, and Church almost forgot about the existence of this action group.
"I thought the task force was cancelled," Church said.
"No, it's just that it's a bit difficult to recruit people. Only recently did we have the ability to take initial actions, that is, the two of us."
Palmer looked helpless. Debtors were rare, let alone accepted by the Bureau of Order. He continued to complain to Church.
"This Mr. Lazarus just became a Condenser a few days ago, and I am a former intelligence agent. In less than 48 hours, we will raid a well-defended enemy camp."
Palmer's voice was full of pressure. Contrary to what Bologna thought, Palmer took this mission extremely seriously.
"What's waiting for us might be a group of ordinary gangsters, or a large group of Sublimers, or maybe the Submersers of the King's Secret Sword. They are having a meeting inside, studying how to raid the 'Kenshi', and as a result, two unlucky ones
The ghost suddenly broke in."
"Judging by your luck, I think it's probably the latter," Church said.
"Yes, so I need more detailed information. The information you can't report is not important anyway, is it? It's just some gossip."
Palmer stared at Church and then laughed, "But I guess it's not as bad there as I thought? At least there's no trace of the King's Secret Sword."
"Why?"
"If there was a King's Secret Sword, you wouldn't have written that in the report. Instead, you would have directly requested the Field Service Department to carry out an encirclement and suppression campaign. The priority of the King's Secret Sword is now much higher than that of 'Human-loving'."
"You know that and you still say that?"
"Just kidding, let's liven up the atmosphere."
Palmer recalled the report with a smile.
"You said in your report that there are a lot of demons there." Bologo, who had been silent, asked.
"Well, there is a very strong rancid smell. They tried to cover it up with the smell of fish from the dock, but under the nose of a professional, this smell is easy to distinguish."
Church glanced at Boluogo a few more times. The man's body exuded a cold chill. When he looked into those blue eyes, he always had a strange sense of trance, as if there was something hidden under this mortal body.
Something darker.
"'Anthropomorphia' uses the Philosopher's Stone to control these demons and make them work for them," Bologo said.
"I think so," Church agreed, then added, "You might be disappointed."
"The report contains all the information I have detected. Except for the demons, I don't know the specific number of sublimation people. I didn't notice the ether fluctuations there, so I can't judge at all. As for the one who needs attention, it is the man named David.
The guy, he's the boss there.
Not much information about him has been dug up from the Crow's Nest. They only know that he is a mercenary who arrived in Opos a few years ago. If there is a Sublime One among them, David is most likely to be a Sublime One.
"
"Didn't you have a chat with that David? I remember you didn't like this very much before?" Palmer said.
"As I said, this report is everything I found out. As for the little hobby you mentioned, I have successfully restrained it. In other words, your trip was in vain, Palmer."
Church waved his hand, while Palmer looked in disbelief.
"Really?" he asked doubtfully.
"Really, even if I want to talk to David, I can't. He is usually in his office and doesn't show up, and those demons, I have nothing to talk about." Church said.
"No, no, no, I'm not asking David, I'm asking you, Church, have you really restrained your little hobby?"
Palmer couldn't believe that he knew Church well. This guy was very willing to explore the thoughts of his enemies. Sometimes he would even approach them like their closest relatives, looking for their inner weaknesses.
But now, such a somewhat deformed little hobby is actually restrained by Church as soon as he says it should be restrained. This is as bizarre as an old alcoholic who has been drinking for many years and becomes enlightened one day, throws away the bottle and becomes an ambassador of alcoholism.
Church replied nonchalantly, "Do you remember what you said to me when we broke up?"
"I don't remember. You know, I'm a person who talks a lot. How can I remember so many words clearly?" Palmer is self-aware.
"You told me that I was playing with fire and would be burned to death one day, so I followed your advice. Since then, I have stopped engaging in small hobbies and completely abide by the regulations of the crow's nest.
."
"Is this really so? I didn't expect that one day, the words of me, Palmer Clerks, would have such an impact on you."
Palmer was horrified.
"Then that's it, good luck to you, Palmer."
Church didn't stay any longer and stood up to leave. As he left, he didn't forget to glance at Boluogo and sighed, "It's not easy to be a partner with him."
"Take care of Afia and me!"
Palmer waved vigorously.
"In other words, my trip was in vain?" Boluogo asked, "He won't lie to us, right?"
"No, we who do intelligence have always abided by two principles. One is to deceive the enemy, and the other is to be honest with teammates. Intelligence is very important to the Sublime. If Church says he doesn't know, then he doesn't know.
, he wouldn’t joke about this kind of thing.”
Palmer picked up the fries, dipped them in ketchup and stuffed them into his mouth.
"So it's true that my trip was in vain, but it's okay, Boluogo. In our industry, we will always experience countless life and death. It is always reassuring to see some old friends still alive."
Palmer glanced sideways at Bologg mid-sentence, and then said, "But as an undead person, you don't seem to be able to experience this feeling."
Boluogo didn't speak. Sometimes he vaguely felt the difference. He didn't care about his own death. More often, death would be Boluogo's tool in combat.
Neither of them talked much about this topic, since they couldn't explain this kind of thing anyway.
"By the way, who were you talking to just now," Palmer recalled the figure of Kedening, "your friend?"
"Well, he's an actor. Remember what I said about The Wandering Rat? That's his work," Bologo said.
"The prowling rat?"
Palmer's brows knitted together. He had some impression of this name, but only a little.
But he didn't dwell on anything here. Everyone has his or her own private life, even a lunatic like Burlogo.
Palmer opened his clothes, took out a crumpled document from his pocket, and laid it directly on the table.
"is this okay?"
Burlogo looked around warily. One second he was still eating, and the next second Palmer suddenly entered working mode.
"It's nothing, you have to get used to this, Bologo, except for the somewhat mysterious nature of our work, what is the difference between us and ordinary employees?" Palmer looked up and looked around. Everyone was wearing uniforms and complaining about their work.
"It sounds a little weird, but it's true. We are a group of mysterious condensers, and we really live in an ordinary world."
Palmer scratched his head. He had never done field work and could only deal with the current problem based on his previous experience.
"Since Church has said so, we can only start from the report and formulate some plans."
"I thought Lebius would be in charge of the planning," Bologo said.
"Soldiers versus soldiers, kings versus kings, small tasks like this have to be done by ourselves, but when a task arises that requires Lebius, then it's Lebius's turn to risk his life, not us."
Palmer glanced over the report. He had read it so many times that he had almost memorized it completely.
Burlogo nodded, agreeing with Palmer's words.
Biting the straw and drinking orange juice, Palmer kept flipping through the report, while Bologna was in a rare daze.
Just like Palmer said, if others don't know in advance, they will just regard the two of them as poor company employees who have to deal with official business even during their breaks.
Thinking of this, Boluogo smiled to himself, which frightened Palmer quite a bit.
Bologg is always like this. He has an expressionless face when thinking, like a cold killer. When he recalls some interesting things, Bologg will smile, but in the eyes of others, this picture is a bit scary.
Feeling it.
A cold-hearted murderer suddenly laughed. He had either thought about who his target would be tonight, or he had thought about how to deal with the target.
In fact, Boluogo was just reminiscing, reminiscing about the past like a diary in his mind. Sometimes he was thinking about Adele, sometimes he was thinking about himself, and then the next tasks and
revenge.
Boluogo feels that he has grown up. Now he can control his emotions well and is not dominated by the anger of revenge.
This is not that Boluogo is no longer angry, but that he has restrained his anger. Like the fire under the furnace, he is ready to explode at any time, but the time has not come yet.
"There are specialties and experts in the profession, do you think so?"
Palmer handed the report to Borogo. "The information in the report is nothing more than the layout of the building, the number of personnel, and potential risks. The plan I can think of is to raid from the roof and break into Dai Dai directly."
Wei's office, kill him before he reacts."
"Well, beheading him directly is a good plan, but if we fail to kill David immediately, we will be in a difficult battle."
Boluogo took the report, carefully reviewed and analyzed it.
"More importantly, if David is a Sublime One, we don't know what his secret power is, which is fatal."
Boluogo showed enough of an expert attitude, and soon a line of text caught his attention.
