Endless Debt

The torrential rain was pouring, stirring with thunder. The train smashed all the raindrops in the way, rushed on the rails, and moved forward along the existing route.

This is like a mad dash in the apocalypse, carrying thousands of souls in an attempt to escape from this abyss-like city.

"Get your salute ready!"

"Get ready for the welcome of twenty-one cannons!"

Ma Nan hummed along with the melody. There was heavy rain outside the car window, but the car was warm. He listened to the violent music and raised a wine glass in his hand.

It was a happy night, as they had crossed the edge of Opos just a few minutes before and nothing had happened.

There were no field staff descending from the sky to chop up the carriages, and there were no security checks blocking the way to check the goods. There was nothing. Everything went smoothly, which even made Ma Nan a little uneasy.

But soon these uneasiness was washed away by joy, and the depression of many days was swept away. Manan was finally able to say goodbye to this damn city.

He danced happily. If the carriage hadn't been so small, Manan would have really wanted to dance to the music right now.

Leaving Opos not only meant that the situation became safer, but also meant that Manan could get off work. This job was more tiring than he expected. He had to go home and take a long rest, preferably a few more nights of hangover. .

Manan was extremely happy, but the other person in the carriage did not react much. Thorndike sat on the other side. He did not drink or have fun, and had no expression at all. He just read a book in silence.

Sometimes Manan couldn't figure out what Thorndike was thinking. These condensers always had gloomy faces, as if this was a bad world and they all had bad endings.

"Manan."

suddenly cried Thorndike.

"What's wrong?" Ma Nan's tone was somewhat respectful. In terms of status, Thorndike is his boss.

"Stop your song, it's too loud."

Thorndike looked impatient. He didn't like these violent rock and roll. He preferred quiet and elegant tunes.

Hearing what Thorndike said, Manan had no choice but to stop singing. Soon silence swept over the carriage. Apart from the breathing of the two people, the only sounds left were the low hum of steel and the noisy sound of rain.

Ma Nan's cheeks were slightly red, and the alcohol brought a slight sense of intoxication. He was a little sleepy in the silence.

"Speaking of which, we have successfully evacuated. What about the Long Sword Team? They are probably on their way out now." Manan asked. In order to cooperate with tonight's operation, there is also a Long Sword Team in action.

"I don't know, I'm still waiting for news from them."

Thorndike also had no information about the Long Sword Team, as if they had melted into the heavy rain.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that Thorndike and the Long Sword Team had been out of contact for nearly ten minutes. According to the operational regulations, they should report the situation every five minutes.

Encountered a field worker? Even if they encounter a strong enemy, they should send out a warning signal instead of remaining silent. Or should all the team members be attacked and killed in an instant, and there is no time to even send a warning?

Thorndike thinks this is impossible. The Long Sword Team itself is not weak. Those who can do this kind of suppressive hunting are at least three-stage power bearers, and there is no guarantee that the power bearers can kill such people in an instant. There were so many people that they had no time to send information.

The most important thing is that in all extraordinary organizations, those with power are considered the backbone. Such power will not be dispatched casually. Thorndike does not think that the Long Sword Team will encounter such a powerful enemy just by wandering on the street. This can no longer be described as bad luck.

Regardless of all the consequences, a worst thought arose in Thorndike's mind.

"Defected?"

Thorndike's words startled Manan, who was sober even from being drunk, let alone being sleepy.

"what are you saying?"

Ma Nan asked in a low voice, defecting is the worst behavior in any organization, let alone one in the King's Secret Sword.

Although he was just an ordinary person and didn't know much about the inside, it was like standing outside the cave. Just by the breeze coming from the cave, Manan could smell the disgusting blood.

"Nothing, just keep drinking your drink."

Thorndike is not prepared to share this question with Manan. Just like the difference in status, Manan is just an ordinary person. The more he knows, the more troubled he will be. There are still many things for him to deal with next. Thorndike I don't want Ma Nan's work efficiency to be reduced because of this kind of thing.

"We have divisions within us and there are traitors among us."

The words of the Sixth Seat rang in his mind. At first, Thorndike thought it was the Sixth Seat's paranoia, but now those things hidden under the ice seemed to be really coming to the surface and breaking through the ice.

Thorndike's expression became heavy. It was clear that this important job was about to end, but he did not feel relaxed at all.

He tried to read, but the words on the white paper gradually became unfamiliar. He couldn't understand the words. The words seemed to come alive and twisted together, like dark snakes crawling around, even trying to slither. The fingers touching the paper climbed up Thorndike's body.

Thorndike put away his hand and the book fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He blinked hard and realized that this was just his imagination.

"I've been under a lot of mental pressure lately." Thorndike sighed.

Looking out the window, there are many buildings standing at the end of the horizon. This city is so majestic, as if it is alive, and it has continued to expand outwards over the years.

This city is undergoing rapid changes. Every once in a while when he comes to this city, Thorndike feels an indescribable sense of strangeness. For this reason, he once wanted to live in Opos for a long time, and because of the existence of the Order Bureau, , had to give up.

Bursts of noisy singing emerged at this moment, as if someone was cheering in the darkness, releasing the melody with wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Thorndike felt a headache. He turned to look at Manan, his voice a little angry.

"Didn't I tell you to stop singing?"

"I...stopped it a long time ago."

Manan looked confused. He didn't know what Thorndike was angry about. Then he heard the faint singing.

Someone is singing.

“Those who are ready to give everything!”

The roaring thunder sinks and gallops in the rain clouds, like a thunder snake coming to the world.

The thunder caused the carriage to shake uncontrollably, and then the windows shattered. Among the countless fragments, a sharp iron spear came out along with the freezing cold wind.

The end of the steel penetrated Manan's neck, and the huge force almost tore the head off from the body, nailed it to the ground, and stood crookedly in the carriage.

At the same time, the cheers of the psychos poured in from the broken car windows.

"Those who are ready to take everything!"

The song crashed into the carriage, and the giant silver wolf ran wildly in the wilderness, following the speeding train.

It was not a giant silver wolf, but a speeding motorcycle, with its engine roaring like a provocation.

"I told you we could catch up! Haha!"

Amidst the carnival singing, Palmer laughed, and the secret energy wind source was wrapped around them. They almost merged with the strong wind and rode the wind.

The sidecar of the motorcycle had long disappeared at this moment, and several twisted iron spears appeared on Boluogo's back. He was squatting on the back seat of the motorcycle, holding one hand on Palmer's shoulder. , holding one iron spear after another in one hand.

Aim and throw.

Borogo threw a bolt of thunder, and driven by aetheric amplification, each of his strikes was like a fired cannonball.

Relying on the help of the tyrant, Borrowgo easily found the carriage Thorndike was in with the list in his hand, and hit him with another blow. The entire carriage shook violently, and even the rails beneath him were knocked out. Sparks.

"Berogo, have you seen that movie? I feel like we're like The Last Man in the movie!" Palmer yelled.

"I haven't seen it, but compared to this, that guy is the real thief at the end of the world," Boluogo raised another spear, "and we will be the sheriff who gives him peace."

Another thunderbolt struck, and this blow directly penetrated the iron plate of the carriage, and heavy rain and strong wind poured into it.

Thorndike stopped staying in the carriage. As expected, everything did not go so smoothly. He didn't know who the two lunatics were galloping in the wilderness, but he knew that only by killing them could everything end tonight.

He did not jump out of the carriage to meet the enemy. Once he was dragged and lost contact with the train, Thorndike did not know whether there would be reinforcements from the Bureau of Order, let alone that his main task was to protect the cargo.

He pushed open the car door and ran towards the car in front. In Boluogo's eyes, the light beam was also moving forward.

"Come closer! Palmer."

Burlogo yelled at Palmer, and the rushing wind swallowed up both of their voices.

"I'll deal with that Condenser, and I'll leave the rest to you!"

With a pat on the shoulder, Bologo casually handed over the fatal task to Palmer.

"Huh? Aren't I only responsible for riding bikes? That's not right!" Palmer shook his head quickly. It was indeed fun to ride a bike, but forget about killing enemies. It's time to get off work now.

"We're already at the party, can you bear not to join?" Boluogo didn't give Palmer the right to refuse, "As you said, participation is the most important thing!"

The emphasis is on participation. This word kept spinning in Palmer's mind, while Bologo continued to hum the unfinished song.

"Those who are always ready to fight! We welcome you!"

While humming, Boluogo put on a ferocious mask.

"Wait a minute, that's not what the lyrics are like!" Palmer had heard the song, and Bologo sang the wrong lyrics.

"What are we going to face next?" Bologg asked rhetorically.

"Fighting, what happened?"

"That's right!"

In the midst of Boluogo's wild laughter, he threw out the hook and nailed it into the carriage. He jumped into the air and jumped towards the train.

Palmer was stunned for two seconds, and the expression of complaint on his face disappeared and turned into an expression of ecstasy similar to that of Boluogo.

“It’s about participation, it’s about participation.”

While muttering decadent words, Palmer was full of energy. He took out a black hood from his pocket and put it over his head. Then, as if by magic, he took out a submachine gun.

On the surface he couldn't resist, but in fact he was already enjoying it.

Taking a deep breath, Palmer yelled.

"Robbery! Stop the car!"

Intensive bullets raked the car, glass shattered and blood and flesh splattered.