Endless Debt

Only Ferguson and Bolog were left in the empty carriage. The carriage shook slightly. The two looked at each other. The atmosphere was extremely depressed and tense.

"Strange...how did you find me."

Ferguson asked in confusion. According to the intelligence, Boluogo should have no tracking means.

Bologg did not hide it. He raised his hand, and his fingertips were wrapped with an extremely thin silver thread. It was lighter than hair. If Bologg hadn't actively displayed it, Ferguson would not have noticed its existence.

He waved his hand to disturb the silver thread, and many entangled silver threads appeared in the air. They danced wildly. Ferguson lowered his head, and at some point, a silver thread wrapped around his ankle.

Ferguson thought about the thrown hand ax. The moment it hit the ground, it stretched out silver threads and connected to Ferguson. Relying on the characteristics of the snake scale fluid, Boluogo only needs to continue to multiply the silver threads in his field. Just let them extend indefinitely.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Bologg opened his hands and leaned back carelessly. The flames of the cauldron were ready to go out. Bologg could turn this carriage into a sealed iron coffin at any time.

Ferguson thought for a moment, then he shook his head, took out the Jingjingya from his arms, placed it aside, and disarmed himself towards Boluogo.

"I have no chance of winning."

Ferguson said, raising his hands with a sad smile on his face.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Boluogo's eyes, "I thought you would resist to the end."

"I still have some sense, and fighting you now is just asking for death."

Burlogo was too close to Ferguson. Judging from Burlogo's violent methods, at this distance, even with the devil's protection, Ferguson would still find it difficult to fight against him.

A constant stream of ether cannot heal a traumatized body.

Ferguson had a sudden idea that the immortal seemed to be a perfect match for this protection. The immortal body could endure all the pain and gain endless ether.

But Ferguson was just thinking about it. He did not envy the undead, especially the undead that had been protected by the Collector.

Ferguson had seen that man. The immortal power made him stand forever, and the emptiness brought by the protection gave him endless torture.

It was meeting that man that made Ferguson understand that death is a mercy and the key to freedom from this prison of suffering.

"Indeed, you have no chance of winning. You tend to be broad-minded and blunt. No matter what you want to do, I can be one step ahead of you."

Boluogo nodded in affirmation, explaining Ferguson's power and capturing his mind.

Now Boluogo has roughly understood Ferguson's secret power. Like himself, he is also a member of the Dominance School, but unlike himself, Ferguson's secret power tends to be broad and blunt.

Relying on his tendency to be broad and blunt, the range of influence of Ferguson's secret energy can reach several kilometers, so he can control those speeding warheads and hit him at deceitful angles.

Ferguson is an excellent assassin. Due to the limitation of distance, few people can survive his shooting. However, once Ferguson is approached, his advantage will be converted into an irreparable disadvantage.

The tendency of being blunt means that Ferguson's secret energy efficiency is not as high as that of Boluogo. In this kind of close game, the battle may last only a few seconds.

In these few seconds, Boluogo can swing swords, guns, swords and halberds, and whether Ferguson can move the sword to resist is a question.

Ferguson made the optimal solution, and his heart was blank, without any sense of shame.

Sometimes Ferguson feels like a zombie.

"who are you?"

Bologo played with the fire ax in his hand and began the interrogation.

"Zongge Orchestra."

Ferguson was surprisingly candid.

"Why did you attack me?"

"The Collector wants to add to his collection, so let's try to capture you."

Boluogo narrowed his eyes. He originally thought that these crazy people were from the Unbound Poetry Society, but now it seems that is not the case, and there is another collector...

"Collect me?" Boluoge laughed, "Does he have the same weird habits as you?"

"That's right," Ferguson said. "If you really knew her, you would understand this."

"What's the meaning?"

"The Collector is just one of her many nicknames," Ferguson said. "You should understand this. The name is magical. The closer it is to her real name, the more attention it will attract."

Boluogo pretended to be flattered, "That means... I'm being targeted by a devil?"

Ferguson saw through Burlogo's poor performance, "Aren't you scared?"

Boluogo shook his head. As early as he knew his responsibilities as the chosen one, Boluogo had already anticipated the direct conflict between himself and the devils.

Human beings can easily adapt to the current situation. Boluogo has begun to get used to the frequent appearance of devils in his life, but he did not expect that it would all happen so quickly.

"You are more mysterious than I thought. It seems that the intelligence given by the Collector hides a lot of important information," Ferguson murmured, and then he smiled, "It's not important anyway."

"Yeah, it's not important anymore."

Bologo stood up slowly and put the fire ax on his body, and then he saw something in Ferguson's eyes.

The dark pupils were like mirrors, reflecting Boluogo's figure and the silvery white light floating in the dark car window behind Boluogo.

Secret Energy·Driving Order.

By controlling the secret power of the school and the broad and blunt tendency, Ferguson can inject his own ether into matter to consume the ether stored in matter, and then gain the power to control it. The range of control is extremely wide, covering several kilometers. scope.

At this moment, the advantage of range was gone, only Ferguson's desperate fight, the suspended sword pierced the window, and at the same time, the flames of the cauldron burned blazingly, engulfing the entire train in an instant.

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The subway entered the station silently and stopped steadily next to the platform. The previously crowded platform was empty, with only a group of gloomy-looking guys standing here. Outside the subway station, they set up cordons and separated them in the name of criminal incidents. the crowd.

The nearby area has entered a state of control, and many figures are hiding among the crowd, searching for those restless figures.

Marion inhaled hard, and the flame on the cigarette butt became brighter, and then dimmed again. He puffed on the smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stamped it out.

"I'm starting to hate this job."

Marion complained to his colleagues on the side. He was about to clock out a few minutes ago when an order from the field department suddenly came out.

They detected multiple abnormal ether reactions in Opos and identified the ether reactions of field staff. The field department classified the incident as a sudden extraordinary conflict. As a member of the logistics department, Mali En is responsible for rushing to the scene and handling follow-up matters.

Only the logistics department was dispatched for this operation, and the field department did not send anyone. It seemed that they had great trust in the field staff and felt that he could handle this well.

It's great, there is absolute trust between each other, but as a victim of this trust, Marion is very unhappy. This sudden overtime work will be very unhappy for anyone, not to mention how many commotions this field employee has caused along the way. Marion needs to handle it all.

The car doors opened together, and thick blood flowed out of the door facing Marion. Marion instinctively put his hand on the pistol at his waist.

Through the open door, Marion could see the twisted and deformed carriage, as well as the blood stains everywhere.

A figure walked out from behind the car door. He noticed the clerks on the platform. He identified himself before Marion drew his gun and warned.

"Yo! Good evening, Marion."

Listening to the familiar voice of the other party, a nightmare arose in Marion's mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bologo..."

Bologo held the fire ax and waved it vigorously, saying hello.

After working for a long time, Bologo became more or less familiar with the people in the logistics department, such as Marion, who often dealt with troubles for Bologo.

Bologg regards Marion as his good partner, just like a knight and his horse. Marion regards Bologg as a disaster star. Every disturbance caused by Bologg is extremely difficult to deal with. For example, that time the timeline was out of order.

Marion rubbed his forehead, he was ready to work overtime until late at night.

"By the way, come here and help me!"

Boluogo greeted, and then dragged out a scarred body from the carriage. What was even more confusing was that this unlucky man had a ragged upper body and exposed underwear on the lower body.

Marion shifted her gaze to Bologna, who awkwardly lifted up his ill-fitting trousers.