Boluogo looked at the burst of light from a distance and spit out the cigarette butt into the puddle.

He suddenly became happy.

After touching the equipment on his body, after killing so many people, the ammunition on his body had been exhausted. He simply dropped the shotgun, which made his body lighter. Then he picked up the folding knife and walked to the middle of the road.

As the light approached, Boluogo couldn't help but sigh and repeated Vincent's blessing in a low voice.

"The mountains will give way, and the sea will part ways."

It's still dark, and the "Cinderella" blessing on Bologo is still in effect, so tonight the whole world will come to help him, whether it's gods or devils, no matter who they are, they will lend a helping hand.

Even if they don't reach out, Bologg will come to the door and grab their hands, like a rogue, but Bologg doesn't care.

You can't reason with a psycho, right?

The rider saw Bologg blocking the road and honked his horn, but Bologg had no intention of giving way. The rider simply did not slow down, intending to take a gamble on his courage.

The distance continued to shorten, and when it reached the critical point, Bologo's body ignited with the glow of the alchemical matrix, illuminating the darkness in an instant.

The rider cursed loudly as if he had seen a ghost, and turned the brakes. He spun several times on the slippery road before reluctantly stopping. Before he could react, he stepped on the front wheel of the motorcycle with one foot.

, the rider saw clearly the guy blocking the road.

"Yo...Yo! Boluogo." Palmer said tremblingly.

"Yo! Good evening, Palmer."

Boluogo was extremely happy. For the first time, he felt that his partner was so great.

Palmer looked at the red-stained clothes on Bolog's body and the tightly tied weapons. He then looked at the burning car wreckage and the station that was almost in ruins after the fire.

"Work overtime?"

"No, some personal matters," Boluogo shook his head, looking at "Laika", and then said, "Palmer, you are very free tonight, right."

This is not a question, but a statement. Boluogo's eyes are sharp. This guy is either questioning himself or threatening him.

"However, although……"

Palmer's expression became strange, and he hesitated to speak.

"Since you're free, I'd like to help you," Boluogo said as he sat in the sidecar and said, "Drive."

"But...wait a minute, something's not right!"

Palmer screamed, he just wanted to go racing on a rainy night, but he accidentally stumbled into the murder scene, and this lunatic even forced him to come along.

In response, Borogo just showed a kind smile, stood up slightly, put a hand on Palmer's shoulder, and spoke in a friendly tone.
Chapter completed!