Endless Debt

"So...is this the 'gift' of Palmer Crax?"

Jeffrey took the document handed over by Lebius, glanced at Ivan, and then looked at the document.

A brief narrative emerged, explaining Palmer's "gift" to Jeffrey.

"This 'gift' is very strange and interesting. We named it 'Gambler'." Ivan said.

"Gambler? It's a very appropriate title."

Jeffrey looked at the document with a helpless smile on his face.

The compromised lucky, desperate gambler.

Palmer will win the jackpot at the gambling table, but he will lose everything.

“When there is good luck, there is bad luck, and when there is bad luck, there is good luck.”

Ivan whispered.

"Like a gambler who is teased by God, he has a bad life, but whenever he is desperate, God will give him a little hope, allowing him to continue to persevere, ups and downs repeatedly, and never escapes."

"Sometimes this guy will be lucky to kill the enemy with one shot from a few hundred meters away, and sometimes he will be unlucky, such as slipping and falling into the enemy pile," Ivan recounted Palmer's "great achievements." The worst time was when he almost set the entire archives room on fire, and the explanation he gave was that the fire started due to static electricity."

Listening to Ivan's words, the expressions of several other people changed slightly. They wanted to laugh, but felt that they shouldn't laugh at this time. Their expressions were extremely complicated.

For some reason, they actually sympathized with Palmer. This could be said to be a combination of luck and misfortune.

"This is the devil's 'gift' to him, and it is also his 'punishment' for trying to trick the devil."

Lebius whispered, this "gift" seems powerful, but everyone can feel the cruelty underneath.

…

Stepping out of the bunker, this time Bologo didn't deal with it like before. Although he didn't know how Palmer would help him, crazy thoughts were rising in his mind at this moment. Bologg liked this, and he felt that he had not rejected this. Reasons for ideas.

Therefore, he swung the vibrator hard and slammed it against the load-bearing column on the other side.

In an instant, the entire building was shaking violently, dust and gravel fell, and the surface of the load-bearing columns shattered, exposing the steel bars underneath.

This blow shocked everyone, and everyone involuntarily pointed the gun at Boluogo and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, countless projectiles poured towards Boluogo. He did not dodge, but swung the hammer again, but this time his target was the ground under his feet.

In the first round of attack, Bologo slammed the ground, and since then there were some cracks on the ground.

This time, under Boluogo's full force, the ground beneath his feet instantly shattered. The successive collapses swallowed Boluogo and allowed him to escape the incoming bullets, leaving only strands of debris in place. The yellow sand obscures the view.

At the same time, the breeze picked up.

Eugene felt it, and everyone clearly felt it, the surge of invisible power, the power called ether.

The moment Bologo attracted fire, the aether began to circle and accumulate until it exploded at this moment.

Palmer took a deep breath. He leaned against the load-bearing pillar behind him, holding the flying knives given by Boluogo between his fingers. As the ether rose, the secret energy also exploded. He threw out all the flying knives with all his strength.

A circle of blades spread out, and silvery white light flashed past, but they did not fall. The strong wind followed the flying knives and was involved in the roar.

"Fire there!"

At the moment when the secret energy was released, Eugene roared, and he felt the fluctuation of ether, not from Boluogo, but from Palmer's position.

He had fallen into the trap, and now it was too late to stop the release of Palmer's secret power.

Strong winds came from all directions, picking up the overflowing yellow sand and blowing everyone present. The wind was mixed with gravel, which caused a slight sting on the face.

This is not the most deadly thing. The most deadly thing is that under this man-made sandstorm, they can't open their eyes, and the shooting becomes chaotic.

The gunman kept pulling the trigger, but soon he found that the gun stopped working.

Ammo empty?

He looked at his hands suspiciously, a sharp folding knife flashed before his eyes, and the evil spirit took away his life through the cover of the yellow sand.

The sandstorm lasted only a few seconds, and the dust here was far from enough to trigger such a large-scale attack. But as his vision became clearer, Eugene noticed that several thugs had fallen into a pool of blood.

They died quietly, was it Bologg? That monster guy.

"It's not too late to surrender to the enemy."

The sound of ridicule sounded, and Palmer walked out of the bunker at some point. He set up his rifle and fired the moment Eugene looked at him.

Pull the trigger.

The bullet grazed Eugene's cheek. As long as it was deflected a little, Palmer could shoot Eugene in the head. Perhaps his "gift" was at work, and Palmer was unlucky to miss this. opportunity, and then there was a severe pain in my mind.

Secret power: Explosive vision.

Eugene's eyes burned, along with Palmer's consciousness.

The moment Palmer aimed at Eugene, Eugene also aimed at him. A series of severe pains hit his nerves, causing Palmer to immediately lose the ability to control the rifle.

As if being struck repeatedly by an invisible iron fist, Palmer fell down, coughing in pain, and blood dripped from the tip of his nose.

"Shoot him!"

Eugene roared. When activating the secret power, he needed to concentrate and it was difficult to share other energy. But then he suddenly realized that no one responded to his instructions.

Reluctantly, he looked out of the corner of his vision, and his vision was filled with scarlet red.

At some point, all the thugs fell down, each with a fatal wound on their body. The other was like a skilled butcher, never wielding an unnecessary blade.

He was deceived, Palmer deliberately attracted his attention, and in this brief moment, the evil spirit completed its final massacre.

Both of them are superb hunters, and they have the most tacit cooperation without any prior communication.

Then he heard the galloping pace.

Without any time to hesitate, Eugene made an immediate judgment and glared at Palmer, ready to crush Palmer's consciousness in one fell swoop.

A series of shock explosions bombarded Palmer's consciousness. His eyes were bloodshot and he was coughing up blood. In a few seconds, Eugene would be able to completely shatter Palmer's consciousness, and he would definitely die.

But at this moment, the sound of galloping steps stopped, and another figure appeared. He stood between Eugene and Palmer, blocking his sight and secret power.

"Go to hell!"

Eugene roared, his pupils burned into molten, golden molten iron, and the majestic ether was swung, turning into a heavy hammer, hitting Boluo Ge who was in the way.

Boluoge's figure froze, and his movements became sluggish.

Secret power: Explosive vision.

Eugene detonated Boluogo's consciousness, causing severe pain and dizziness, but Boluogo only trembled slightly, and then he raised his head, with an evil green light shining on his shadow-covered face.

A little bit of blood flowed, along the tip of the nose, over the corners of the mouth, and finally dripped along the lower jaw.

Borogo smiled at Eugene, a smile that made people shiver.

"Resurrection from the dead" is a very useful "gift". As long as it transcends common sense, it will bring many interesting ways to use it.

Boluogo forcefully helped Palmer block the bombing of secret energy. Palmer covered his head with dizziness and pain, reluctantly climbed up from the ground, and rolled into the bunker on one side.

"Go on!" Palmer yelled.

Upon hearing that Palmer was safe, Burlogo began further action,

Without the slightest hint of hidden intent, he strode toward Eugene like the grace of death, without even quickening his pace.

Invisible ether rolled in the air, and a heavy blow hit Bologo's consciousness, tearing his nerves apart, but he still did not stop, keeping that weird smile on his face, his pupils were bloodshot, and his nose was bleeding. Like a mad patient.

"Stop!"

Eugene screamed, and the pressure brought by Boluogo on him was full of pressure, like an advancing chariot. Eugene had nowhere to escape and would only be crushed into a pulp bit by bit.

He accelerated the release of his secret energy, and the radiance of his own lines also accelerated. It stands to reason that ordinary people would be incapacitated like Palmer after experiencing a few heavy blows, but Boluogo seemed like nothing happened. Same.

From Boluogo's body, Eugene could not sense any ether fluctuations. From beginning to end, this monster-like man had no intention of releasing secret energy, and there was not even any ether fluctuation. In other words, he was not using "ether" at all. Shelter”, fending off his own onslaught.

It was just will, using that absolute will to withstand his own indiscriminate bombardment.

"How is this possible!"

Eugene shouted hysterically.

He didn't believe what he was seeing. At this moment, Eugene was facing an existence he had never seen before. He had an immortal body and a will of steel, just like the dark mountains. No matter the strong wind or the huge waves, they were unable to destroy him. shake.

"Stop!"

Eugene's voice became hoarse and he yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to give himself some sense of security.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

In an instant, the intensity of the secret energy reached its peak, and Eugene broke through himself at this time of life and death, and struck the heaviest blow at Bologo.

He kept yelling, and after each roar, Boluogo's head would tremble slightly, as if he was hit by an invisible war hammer, and blood overflowed from his ear canal. Until the two were still a few steps away, Boluogo could no longer stop. If you can't hold on, you can't take any step forward.

A bleak smile bloomed on Eugene's face, he did it, he fought off Bologo.

Looking at himself with blue eyes, Boluogo said mockingly.

"Your sight cannot accommodate everyone. When you look at me, where is the other person?"

The voice was like a vicious curse, and Eugene froze, stopping Boluogo's ecstasy from being covered in a bone-chilling cold for an instant.

He was seen through, and at the moment of the battle, he was seen through by the keen hunter. From the beginning to the end, both Boluogo and Palmer appeared in his field of vision alone. The two of them never appeared at the same time. appeared.

Now that Boluogo is in front of him, what about Palmer?

Eugene couldn't look away. He had to look at Bologo and stop his progress. In other words, Bologo was holding him back.

Like an experienced hunter, at the moment of the battle, Borogo found Eugene's weakness and struck hard.

Eugene's body couldn't help but tremble, and then he heard the sound of wind that contained the intention of death.

It is a slight, sharp sound hidden in the strong wind. If you don't listen carefully, it is difficult to detect the sound. It is like a falcon passing through. You can't see their figure, you can only detect it. The distorted wind.

Then Eugene felt it.

Ether, the ether fluctuations emerging from all directions, completely cover yourself.

Silvery light shines in the rolling wind.

They were flying knives that were carried by the airflow one after another. They were as light as butterflies, riding on the strong wind and mixed into the yellow sand, turning into swaying leaves. They came to Eugene's side quietly.

The sharp sound turned into an angry buzz in an instant, like a thousand birds chirping sharply, dragging Eugene into the storm of iron feathers.

The flying knife passed by, cutting open the arm, slicing the thigh, piercing the tibia, and hitting the chest... It was like being put into a meat grinder. In the blink of an eye, countless wounds appeared on Eugene's body, and his body was blown away by the wind. The sharp blade he held up was full of holes and bloody flesh.

The severe pain and death wish interfered with the release of the secret energy, causing a momentary delay in the successive heavy blows. Boluogo tilted his head, like an immortal evil spirit, and continued to stride forward.

The distance kept shortening until it was within reach.

"Stop!"

Eugene endured the severe pain, drove his stiff body, swung the switchblade, tried to kill Boluogo, and made a final counterattack.

A sharp flash of light passed by, and hot blood sprinkled on his face, making Eugene calm down.

The lingering sound of slashing swords lingered all around.

Boluogo held the folding knife high, and following the path of blood, Eugene saw his broken wrist.

Then the hammer swayed, bringing with it the sound of roaring wind and thunder.

Like a punctured water bag, the head shattered into countless pieces of flesh in an instant. Blood spurted out along the broken section of the neck, soaring several meters high and covering the load-bearing pillars on the side. It even splashed onto the ceiling.

The headless corpse stood frozen for a few seconds, and then fell completely. The blood escaped and formed a pool of blood under the corpse.

Boluogo paused for a few seconds. The severe pain in his body and mind could easily make an ordinary person collapse. But for Boluogo, all this has long been accustomed to him, and it can even be said to be a bit ordinary.

He blew his nose vigorously and wiped out a large ball of sticky blood and threw it on the ground.

If Eugene's secret power is similar to Nomu's, the battle may become more troublesome, but this attack on consciousness happens to be what Bologo is best at dealing with.

In that deep and dark prison, Boluogo's will had already gone through countless tempers, and was as hard as steel that had been hammered thousands of times.

After looking around, there were almost no living people present. The few remaining people who were still alive were just hovering on the edge of death. They covered their slit throats and prayed whimperingly.

There were bloody throwing knives stuck on the ground and walls. Bologg recalled that the strong wind caused by the battle seemed to be Palmer's secret power.

Turning around to look at Palmer, he saw him staggering towards her, with a look of joy on his face after surviving.

"A great victory!"

Palmer cheered and came over to high-five Burlogo.

At this time, there was a slight sound echoing.

Bologg was stunned, and the smile on Palmer's face also froze at this moment. Just as he was about to say something, the hole opened by Bologg began to expand, and the fine cracks spread to Palmer's face in the blink of an eye. underfoot.

"Ah...damn it."

Palmer covered his face and sounded helpless.

The next second the ground collapsed, and the smoke engulfed Palmer and he fell into the next floor.

Boluogo quickly walked to the edge of the pit, and he could vaguely see Palmer's figure among the piled rubble.

A sharp steel bar was inserted next to Palmer's head, just a little bit...

Palmer seemed to be used to it. With an optimistic smile on his face, he raised his scarred hand with difficulty and gave a thumbs up to Bologgo.

"This guy……"

Boluogo frowned slightly and whispered in his heart.

"He is definitely an unlucky guy."