"Name?"

"Ivan Krex."

"age?"

"Twenty-two years old."

"Affiliated department?"

"Field Service."

"..."

As the questions came one after another, Eugene's expression gradually solidified, changing from disdain for Palmer to joy and excitement.

He dug out a lot of surprising information from the mouth of this man named "Ivan Krex", which they had never been able to touch before.

From the specific location of the Order Bureau to the specific department subdivisions, everything is displayed before your eyes.

"Yes, yes, that's it. The Bureau of Order is currently empty of internal strength. Most of the elites have been sent out to perform tasks. Otherwise, they wouldn't send guys like me here to spy on intelligence, right?"

Palmer's eyes wandered. The thugs surrounded him, blocking most of his sight, but he could still see some scenery through the gaps.

For example, those guys who are transporting goods have been transporting goods since last night and they haven't stopped yet.

What are they transporting?

“Is the inner strength empty?”

Eugene groaned, and he glanced at Palmer who was in a panic. He somewhat believed the information.

With such idiots being sent out, maybe the Bureau of Order really doesn’t have any extra power?

Eugene pondered, and he still remembered the news circulating in the gray area. "They" were back, and in the invisible shadows, they had already engaged in several firefights with the Bureau of Order.

An invisible war is going on.

I now have the exact location of the Bureau of Order, as well as information about their internal emptiness. Once this information is known to "them"...

That would be a large amount of money, enough to make people crazy. Perhaps Eugene could use it to promote himself and become the "Knight of Prayer".

As a condenser who is outside the major forces, if Eugene wants to be promoted, he can only go to the crazy alchemists of the "Monks of Truth".

Not only do these people charge expensive fees, but they are also very likely to use themselves as experimental subjects, and something may happen. But "they" are different. They are behemoths that can fight against the Bureau of Order.

Eugene's breathing gradually became faster, and he looked at Palmer as if he were looking at a treasure, but this treasure was a little uneasy.

"Good... good news."

Eugene nodded with a friendly smile on his face, and Palmer also showed his white teeth.

"I can live to this day precisely because I respect all unknowns, be wary of all opportunities, and doubt all good intentions."

As Eugene spoke, he swung the switchblade directly, as if he was going to cut Palmer's throat. Palmer turned into laughter and screamed, and the tip of the knife stopped at his neck.

Seeing Palmer's panic, Eugene's ferocious expression paused for a few seconds, and then he burst into laughter.

"Break his limbs, but don't kill him."

Eugene ordered, and the thugs surrounded him with malicious intent, while Palmer shouted.

"That's not right, I've told you all this."

"There is no good end for betrayers, and the same is true here," Eugene smiled grimly, "and who knows whether what you said is true or false."

Those who live in the street should more or less talk about benevolence, justice and morality. In Eugene's view, it is not an exaggeration to despise people like Palmer.

The long knife slapped the palm of his hand. The thug stood in front of Palmer, smiled at Palmer, raised the long knife, and the bright light of the knife reflected on his face.

Just when the long knife was raised, and Palmer was gritting his teeth and preparing to do something, a violent and roaring engine sounded, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

The sound of the engine was so clear and increasingly harsh, as if some monster was coming riding on the wind and thunder.

Someone looked outside the building and saw the running figure at the end of the muddy and dilapidated road.

The motorcycle roared like a runaway war horse, followed by a sky full of yellow sand. The smoke and dust rolled up engulfed most of its figure, and even the appearance of the rider was blended into it.

It maintained an absolute high speed, like a bolt of lightning, and by the time you noticed it, it was already approaching the building.

Eugene was stunned for a second. His instinct between life and death made him make a judgment. He strode directly to the edge of the platform, took a rifle, aimed at the motorcycle, and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots resounded.

After the gunfire, the motorcycle began to shake violently, and the bullet penetrated the tire. The high-speed motorcycle began to lose control, and finally crashed into the roadside with bursts of loud noise, and the diffuse dust covered the entire field of vision.

Eugene whistled, his marksmanship was still so accurate and deadly...

The sharp whistling sound of the wind interrupted his thoughts. Amidst the diffuse smoke, a hook shot through the air and was accurately nailed into the load-bearing pillar on the side.

"Cut it off!"

Eugene yelled. He was indeed careless. Palmer's nonsense was just to delay time. He turned to the thugs and gave instructions, "Kill him!"

Eugene's order was very decisive, otherwise he would not have been able to stay in Opos for so long.

The thug wielded a long knife and prepared to chop off Palmer's head. However, after such a long period of nonsense about "surrendering to the enemy", Palmer's physical strength had almost recovered. He smiled at the thug and then raised his head.

Kick your feet hard.

No matter how indestructible you are, under this strength, you still need to bend down a little.

The severe pain from the crotch caused the thug to lose strength in an instant, and the long knife fell from his hand, and then the whole person knelt down helplessly.

In this brief moment, Palmer put his feet on the ground and somersaulted with the chair, knocking down the thug behind him who had been holding a gun against him.

The whole person moved around with the chair, and then landed firmly on the kneeling thug.

Palmer and he fell together, and his whole body was in pain. Fortunately, the chair that had been restraining him was also smashed. In pieces, Palmer's body was free, but his hands were still handcuffed.

Together.

"damn it!"

The thug who was knocked away cursed, he raised his pistol and was about to pull the trigger. The distance between him and Palmer was so close that Palmer had no room to escape.

This is an extraordinary world, but human beings are still pitiful bodies of flesh and blood. Even a powerful condenser can easily take away their lives with a projectile that penetrates their skulls.

The dark muzzle was pointing at him, and death was imminent, but there was no fear on Palmer's face. Instead, he seemed to be expecting something. His heartbeat accelerated, and his face showed the joy of a gambler.

Some kind of power is surging, not a secret power, but a more bizarre and silent power.

What is exchanged for precious souls is a "gift" from the devils.

The thug pulled the trigger, and a dry sound came from his hand.

Stuck.

The thug was stunned. He never expected to get stuck at this time. He cursed loudly.

"Fuck! Shit luck!"

Palmer laughed and kicked the gunman in the face with such force that he was kicked off the platform and fell directly downstairs.

"Huh...it's really both loveable and hateful."

Palmer's eyebrows were flying, as if everything in front of him was being calculated. He turned his head and looked at the chaotic floors. He only heard the roar of the wind. Amidst the intensive gunfire, a gray-black figure broke through the smoke and walked along the

Use the hook to break into the floor.

Like a swooping falcon, swift and deadly.

Just like a performance, the protagonist makes a shining appearance with a wire hanging, but the timing of this appearance is a little wrong in Palmer's opinion.

The visitor faced the hail of bullets, and several bullets hit him, leaving streaks of blood on his body, but he did not stop, and a bright silver folding knife appeared in his hand.

The deadly knife light continued to expand in the gunman's eyes, a faint sound of wind passed by, and the delicate wound split along his throat. The gunman tried to cover the cut throat, but the folding knife pierced his heart again.

Carry him up like a shield.

Bologo is an expert, and an expert must make use of everything on the battlefield.

He likes to carry the corpses of his enemies to withstand most of the gunfire. He moves quickly, and bursts of blood mist rise in front of him.

From the beginning to the end, Eugene could not clearly see Bologg's appearance. Bologg was like an unknowable black mist that could not be known even in the daytime.

Blood mist and smoke surrounded him, hiding his true appearance, and the green light flickering in the mist could barely be seen.

After unloading the bullet-laden corpse, Boluogo turned and ducked into the load-bearing pillar on the other side. The gunfire crackled, and the shaking load-bearing pillar shook slightly. During the constant shaking, dust flew up.

Waves of pain shot through the body, and the flesh and blood were entangled and squeezed, expelling the twisted bullets from the body.

Boluogo looked at his body and saw that the windbreaker he had worn for just a few days was already riddled with holes.

Although this thing was provided for free, it still made him a little irritable. He turned his head and saw another funny figure.

Palmer squatted on the ground, gradually moved his hands that were handcuffed behind his back to his feet, and then returned to his front. He pulled hard several times, but he still couldn't break free of the handcuffs.

"damn it."

Palmer felt that he needed to train his "etheric amplification" more in the future, and then a shimmer appeared on his body, and matrix-like lines traveled and flickered on his skin.

There was a constant clanking sound, as if countless invisible blades were hitting the handcuffs.

Palmer was a little anxious, waving the invisible blade randomly, and some slender wounds appeared on his arms. Fortunately, with the force of his wrists, with the last soft sound, Palmer finally broke free of the handcuffs and hit
To be continued...