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Chapter 39: Sympathy for the Same Suffering(2/2)

The chain of connection is broken.

This was an action hidden out of sight, but it still caught Eugene's attention, and glimmering lines appeared on his body.

The moment Palmer waved the invisible blade, he felt the surge of ether, like water droplets falling on the water, creating ripples.

"There he is!"

Eugene pointed out exactly where Palmer was, and all the guns were pointed there, but they did not fire blindly, but waited quietly.

Behind the diffuse smoke and dust, Borogo looked at Palmer behind the load-bearing pillar next door, and Palmer also looked at him.

It’s not clear whether it’s because the debtors “sympathize with each other” or because they have a “tacit understanding”, or it’s some messy reason like “meeting is a fate” between the two.

In short, there was almost no need for any communication. The two people understood each other's identity the moment they looked at each other, with a strange sense of tacit understanding.

"Special Operations Group, Bologo Lazarus."

Burlogo announced his name, picked up the pistol that had fallen aside, and pushed it towards Palmer.

Palmer only had a vague impression of the Special Operations Group, but he was very familiar with the folding knife used by Borogo. It was the standard equipment of the Bureau of Order.

"Help! Brother!"

Seeing this scene, Palmer didn't care about his dignity and howled directly.

This roar really shocked Boluogo, and then Palmer looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if he was some kind of savior from heaven... It seemed like this.

"What should I do? It looks like there are Sublime Masters among them, and their firepower is very fierce." Palmer asked for help.

Boluogo shook his head vigorously, his expert mentality was a little out of control due to Palmer's funny appearance.

"You should be able to evacuate from here."

He pointed to the end of the platform in front of him. He could escape by jumping from here... probably, at least it would be better than being trapped here.

"It's impossible to escape. They know a lot of information. We need to deal with them all."

Palmer rejected Burlogo's proposal, picked up the pistol, and checked the ammunition. There were still five bullets in it.

"Huh? Have you surrendered to the enemy again?"

Recalling what Jeffrey said on the phone, Boluogo looked surprised.

"I don't want to either! But if I don't tell them, they will really make holes in me. I only earn so much money in a month, and it's not worth risking my life for the Bureau of Order!"

"But don't worry!" Palmer has tried this trick countless times. He is very skilled at it. "It's all false information."

The tough voice gradually became weaker.

"...But it's more or less true inside."

"But as long as we kill them all, that's it, right? Once they're all killed, the information will be guarded again, right?"

Palmer yelled, as if to cover up his terrible defection, he yelled again.

"Although we just met, you must have been sent to save me!"

Burlogo was silent, looking at Palmer with eyes filled with sadness.

Not only did he feel sad for Palmer, he also felt sad that the Bureau of Order had recruited such an employee, and he also felt sad that he would have to partner with him in the future.

How about... just leave like this? Anyway, we just need to recover his body.

"Hey! Talk!"

Palmer screamed, as if he had guessed what Burlogo was thinking, "You must be thinking about leaving right away, right! Right!"

Ah...this guy is so noisy.

Boluogo frowned, hesitated, and answered.

"I'm used to working alone."

"It's settled, then I'll leave it to you!"

Palmer directly raised his hands and then said.

"Kidding."

Trying to look at the enemy behind the load-bearing pillar, Palmer became serious.

"That guy named Eugene is a condenser. I don't know what his secret power is, but based on my current experience, that secret power is suspected of the 'Void Spirit School' and can directly attack the consciousness. I

The conditions for activation are not clear yet, so be careful!"

As the former Rookie of the Year employee, Palmer still had some sense of professionalism. During the period of being captured, he had been observing Eugene and trying to find flaws. Unfortunately, Eugene was too vigilant.

Boluogo nodded as if he understood. He didn't know much about the secret energy system. According to the original plan, he should be already in the Bureau of Order, preparing to implant the "Alchemy Matrix".

From the brief words, Bologo could roughly understand that the secret power of this "Void Spirit School" was aimed at consciousness. It just so happened that Bologo was full of confidence in his own willpower.

After all, a normal person would not survive in a dark prison without any willpower.

"Then let's go!"

Boluogo swung the vibrating hammer and smashed out a cloud of rolling smoke, covering his figure. He rushed out like a cheetah and flashed back between the load-bearing columns.

Unlike Burlogo, who had a cunning trajectory, Palmer paused for a few seconds and walked out of the load-bearing column without any intention of avoiding the gunfire.
Chapter completed!
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