Endless Debt

A sharp kick from the power-bearer, hitting the bullseye.

The rickety man let out a painful whimper. He felt that several of his bones were broken. The bitter taste of metal appeared in his mouth. A breath of air was stuck in his throat, as if he had just crawled out of deep water. He coughed painfully. , spitting out a large amount of blood foam.

The fortune teller's stall was overturned, and the two of them bumped into each other. They also took advantage of the situation to press the crystal ball under their bodies. The strong ball hurt the fortune teller's waist. During the roll, the abscesses on his body were scratched and burst, and the stench of pus was released. It was mixed with blood and rubbed all over the ground, like an insect that had been stepped on and exploded, and the liquid flowed all over the ground.

Hoarse screams came from the mouth of the fortune teller. The robe on his body was not only to show a sense of mystery, but also to prevent the abscesses on his body from being scratched. His whole body was filled with severe stinging pain, and the pain became more severe with the slightest movement. stand up.

Lebius stood aside and was alert to the surroundings. This was a trap, and there should be more than one gunman. As for the rest... it was obvious that Bologo was more professional than him in terms of communication and negotiation.

The fortune teller reluctantly raised his head and saw Boluogo striding towards him, and at this moment he had a rough claw hammer in his hand, which was heavy in his hand.

Bologg stood in front of the fortune teller and the man, tapping their heads with the hammer while Bologg muttered something in his mouth.

After Bologg finished reciting that strange incantation, the hammer stopped exactly on the diviner's head, and Bologg smiled at him.

"you first."

It took the fortune teller a few seconds to realize that it was not a spell at all, but Bologo was selecting people at random.

"Tell me, who told you to do this, butcher?"

Boluogo squatted down, his eyes were parallel to the fortune teller, with a kind smile on his face.

The diviners shook their heads. They knew very well how terrifying the butcher was, he was a murderous madman.

The fortune teller didn't know enough about Bologo.

The hammer fell, and the fortune teller was stunned for a moment, and then a heartbreaking pain came from his palm. Boluogo took the claw hammer instead, and the sharp claw nail pierced the palm of the fortune teller's hand.

"I'm sorry, you may not have heard clearly," Bologg fiddled with the claw hammer a few times and lifted it with a trace of fresh blood, "I'll repeat it again."

"Did the butcher tell you to do this?"

The fortune teller stared at Boluogo, his mouth tightly closed and his nose breathing heavily.

At some point, the noisy market became quiet.

The market had fallen silent as early as the first shot, and people were looking here with evil intentions.

As if he had found a life-saving straw, the fortune teller shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whoever kills him will get the butcher's friendship!"

The silence lasted for a while longer, as people seemed to be thinking about whether the deal was a good one. They thought about it, some raised their daggers, and some took out their firearms.

The Butcher has a strong influence in the shadow of Freeport, and there are rumors that this bloodthirsty shark is related to the United Company, and the current navigator is his brother...

Before the battle could begin, a strong man closest to Boluogo was knocked backwards and hit the cage with his head. The force was so great that the cage dented along with it, and the sound of concussion was endless.

Blood holes bloomed in the strong man's chest, and the bones and internal organs underneath had turned into a mass of blood.

The strong man still had some life left. Before he could say anything for help, the slaves in the cage stretched out their hands one after another. Their sharp nails pierced the strong man's skin and tore his flesh and blood. They were like a group of revengeful people. The jackal, in its mournful groan, ripped out the heart and lungs of the strong man.

Lebius stood in the position where the strong man had just been, with his fists raised, and there were blood stains on the backs of his fingers.

Ordinary people without the protection of ether are extremely fragile in the eyes of Lebius. Unknowingly, the extraordinary ether has already changed the condensers. Compared with ordinary people, they are like two different species.

While everyone was shocked, Lebius took out his gun and pulled the trigger continuously. After a round of precise bursts of fire, all the enemies who took out their weapons were shot in the head by bullets, and blood spattered everywhere.

The others froze in place. They were a step slower and did not take the lead in grabbing their weapons, which happened to save their lives.

Lebius said concisely and concisely, "Don't get in the way."

Ice-cold rain dripped from above, and an eerie cold wind seeped into the wreckage, blowing on people's bodies, bringing a sober sting.

People living in Freeport often use the theory of the food chain to describe the composition of society. Only when you understand your position can you live most efficiently.

Big fish eat small fish, sharks eat big fish, and then bigger and scarier monsters will eat the sharks...

The Hulk Coast is a gathering place at the bottom of the food chain. Everyone is a small fish and a rat gathered here, doing invisible business and earning bloody gold coins.

Among them, The Butcher is undoubtedly a bloodthirsty shark, and compared to other sharks, The Butcher is not moved by wealth. His behavior is crazy and weird, and it is always difficult for you to judge his thoughts.

But even though the butcher is so terrifying, they still know very well that there is an ultimate consumer in this free port that surpasses everyone.

"Are you from the United Company..."

Some people murmured to themselves that they had heard the news a long time ago that the United Company wanted to get rid of the Butcher. Now the killers of the United Company have come and the Butcher is about to die.

As if what just happened had never happened, people looked away one after another, pretending that Boluogo and Lebius did not exist. They continued trading, doing what they should do, and then just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible. The further away you can escape, the better.

Some people don't want it to end like this.

Messy gunshots rang out from above, just as Lebius thought, there was more than one gunman here.

The gunman was condescending, thinking that this fatal blow could kill Lebius. The moment the gunshot sounded, Lebius raised his head and looked at him through the scope, and then Lebius' figure instantly Disappeared, the bullet arrived belatedly, leaving a crater in the ground. Many craters appeared.

The roaring sound of steel came from above their heads. Everyone raised their heads and tried to find the source of the sound, but they could only see pieces of steel plates being dented by the huge force.

Chaotic gunshots and roars came from above the head, followed by a roar. After each blast, the gunshots and roars would weaken a lot, and then a large amount of iron slag fell, like gray-black snow.

After another deafening roar, the gunshots and roars became completely silent. A whole steel plate dented and fell, hitting the ground hard, raising dust and blood.

After the smoke dissipated, Lebius stood firmly on the blood-stained steel plate. Except for his clothes being a little messy, he was unchanged from before, as if he had never left.

Lebius noticed that his cuffs were still stained with blood, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Blade-Bite Wolf was too large and he could not carry these control objects with him at all times. Under special circumstances, he could only do it himself.

Fortunately, the wolves were not far away from him. Lebius guessed that they were on a certain train, heading here at high speed along the tracks.

"Can we continue?"

Boluogo still had that plain smile, and now this smile looked so ferocious and terrifying in the eyes of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller opened his mouth wide and swallowed air repeatedly. His chest rose and fell, and every nerve was screaming. The screams overlapped and were about to tear apart the fortune teller's brain.

His heart was beating at a high frequency and he was palpitating constantly. The fortune teller wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only let out meaningless moans. Blood continuously overflowed from the abscesses, and even his whole body began to twitch and convulse.

Boluogo somewhat overestimated the fortune teller's physical fitness. He was completely sick. The trauma from the claw hammer and the severe pain radiating from his body easily penetrated the fortune teller's consciousness.

It seemed that Boluogo had only one choice left.

His eyes fell on the rickety man, who looked at Boluoge tremblingly, and answered immediately without waiting for Boluogo to ask.

"Yes...it was the butcher who asked us to do this."

Boluogo nodded with satisfaction. The fortune teller in front of him gradually calmed down, his head tilted and his breathing weak.

From an academic point of view, this should be the so-called reference object. Only when a tragic reference object is placed beside them, these people will realize what will happen to them if they do not cooperate well.

"more specific."

He stuttered nervously, "The butcher...the butcher said you would come, so let us find a way to hold you back."

"Why?"

"I don't know, that's all he told us."

Bologg stood up straight with a headache, the claw hammer dancing in his hand, whistling.

"This is a trap. Hurt deceived us."

"Um."

Lebius responded coldly, questioning in his heart.

"What happened to you? Hult."

No one answered.