Endless Debt

"It seems that you are quite happy getting along with those undead."

Lebius raised his head and looked at the three people who returned from the Undead Club. Palmer looked like he was suffering from alcohol poisoning. Boluogo was soaked with ribbons and sequins hanging on his body. Jeffrey was one of them. The most normal thing is that he just smells faintly of alcohol.

Fortunately, the Order Bureau has no clear regulations prohibiting drinking during work.

"Probably...pleasant." Boluogo didn't want to remember anymore.

In the past, he felt that the Bureau of Order was a crazy world, but after leaving the Undead Club and returning to the Bureau of Order, Boluogo's eyes were filled with enthusiasm. Although he had not been in the job for long, the Bureau of Order seemed to give him a feeling of home. .

Compared with the undead, the Bureau of Order seemed surprisingly normal.

"Let's move on to the next item," Lebius asked, "How is your secret power, Bologo?"

"It's quite familiar."

"So are you ready to act?"

Upon hearing the action, Boluogo's eyes lit up, and he affirmed, "It can be done at any time."

Boluogo is not a workaholic, he just likes to punish evil people, not to mention that since the implantation ceremony, all the fragments of his soul have been consumed. This feeling of emptiness is really unsettling. Maybe when , you will be invaded by mania.

"That's good. The 'Faceless Man' has sent a message. He has been monitoring the cargo concentration point for the past few days. He reported that the other party's actions have accelerated. They are probably preparing to evacuate. We can't delay it any longer."

Lebius took out a document that explained the details of the mission in detail.

"Operation expected tomorrow night."

Boluogo nodded and took the document and started reading it directly, "Landling District, Pier..."

"As long as the other party goes south along the Rhine River, they can bring the goods to the Free Port. Once there, it will be much more difficult for us to do anything," Lebius said. "Currently, because of the activity of the King's Secret Sword, we have stepped up our review. , but I think 'Human' will always find a way to get the goods out, and the longer it is delayed, the worse the situation will be."

"I see."

Bologg put away the documents and glanced at Palmer. Just now, this guy looked like he was suffering from alcohol poisoning, but now he was sober. When Bologg talked with Lebius, he didn't make any strange noises. Call to interrupt the mission.

"Are you sober?" Bologo asked.

"Subliminators don't get drunk that easily, and I just like the feeling of being drunk," Palmer said with a sad look, "It allows me to escape reality more or less."

"As a partner, what do you think of this mission? If you are not willing to take the risk, I can do it alone."

"That's unnecessary." Surprisingly, Palmer rejected Burlogo's proposal.

"I just like to complain about work. This has nothing to do with my dedication to my job."

"You can't tell, Palmer," Burlogo teased. "Are you thinking of the honor of the Clerks family?"

"It has nothing to do with honor, it's just basic professional ethics. You know, I also passed the loyalty test. Don't make me look like a mole, ready to surrender to the enemy at any time." Palmer protested.

"Ahem."

Thinking of Palmer's damn file, Jeffrey couldn't help but cough a few times.

Palmer cast a doubtful look at Jeffrey. Fortunately, Jeffrey didn't say anything more and didn't destroy Palmer's already unbearable image even more completely.

"Then you should prepare first. The operation will begin tomorrow night. This is the first time for the two of you to cooperate. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Lebius' tone is always so cold, and his words are full of oppression.

…

"Are you going to take action tomorrow night..."

Boluogo sat on the sofa, raising his head and wondering what he was thinking. The sound of running water sounded in the activity room, and Palmer hummed.

The activity room of the Special Operations Group is quite large. It not only has a simple kitchen, but also has an independent bathroom. There are also clothes in the wardrobe that match the sizes of Boluogo and others. It seems that this is the second home built for them by the Order Bureau. .

But it is indeed a second home.

"Normally, when there's overtime, that's where we stay, but the hell of it, they've arranged everything except adding a few extra beds in the activity room."

Palmer complained at the time.

"The reason they gave was, 'Once an extra bed is added, someone will definitely stay in the activity room for a long time to save rent.'"

Burlogo guessed that person was Palmer himself.

The activity room was pretty good. He had been obsessed with the practice room for the past few days, and Boluogo had been sleeping on the sofa in the activity room. In order to avoid going out in that embarrassed look, before leaving the Order Bureau, he and Palmer happened to meet each other. Came here to take a shower and change clothes.

"Speaking of which, when will the staff dormitories be allocated?" Bologo asked.

He is quite looking forward to the staff dormitory of the Order Bureau. Not only can he save rent, but he can also save travel expenses, but he doesn't know what kind of roommate he will get.

"I don't know, but my suggestion is not to live in the staff dormitory. You should live outside, not in the 'cash room'."

Palmer's voice came from the bathroom.

"Why?"

Boluogo looked through the documents and responded.

"Because the 'Kenshi' is alive, like a living, huge monster. It's nonsense enough that we work in the belly of this monster, why do we still want to live here?"

Palmer opened the bathroom door, revealed his head, and said to Bologo.

"The most important thing is that living in a 'kenshi' is always a little inconvenient. If you live outside, you can do whatever you want after get off work."

Boluogo nodded. This is true. Compared with his ascetic life a year ago, Boluogo's daily life today is more or less colorful.

He also planned to raise a small animal or something after this, and it would be best to learn a musical instrument. Anyway, time cannot restrain the undead, and Boluogo has plenty of time to learn new things.

Love life and be optimistic, that's about it.

"By the way, I won't be able to watch the show tonight."

Boluogo put down the file. After reading the file, he remembered that tomorrow night would be the ending of "The Wandering Rat". Kedening specially gave him a ticket. He didn't know if Kedening would have been there if he hadn't appeared in the audience. He may be disappointed, and he may not be able to remember him. After all, Ke Dening is considered a celebrity in the agreement area.

"By the way, Borogo, are you free this afternoon?"

"What's wrong?" Bologg asked.

"Okay... do you need me to take you home? I swear it was just an accident."

"..."

"Speak! We are partners! We are partners through life and death! You believe me!"

"I think we already trust each other, Palmer." Boluogo said expressionlessly.

"Then I'll send you off?"

"That's not necessary. I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't bother you."

"What's going on? Partners have to help each other!" Palmer began to stalk him.

"I……"

Boluogo didn't know what to say for a moment. He was a person who rarely lied, and he would usually not let Boluogo lie. If he couldn't convince him, he would just hit him with a hammer.

But this was the Bureau of Order, and he couldn't go over and give Palmer a few blows with a hammer, not to mention that Palmer was still taking a shower. He didn't want their bickering to turn into a bathroom murder.

"I'm going to the agreement area to meet a friend." Bologo said.

"Coincidentally, so am I," Palmer continued, "I'm not kidding, Bolog, I really want to go to the agreement area, and it's related to the mission, it's true."

Bologo didn't believe it.

"Have you read the documents? How difficult do you think this operation is?"

Palmer's train of thought was really strange, and his change of tone was a 180-degree turn.

"It's okay. It belongs to Outer Opus, the edge of the city, and you can reach the Freeport by going down the river from there. It seems to be a somewhat chaotic place." Bologg cooperated with Palmer and responded. , "Why are you talking about work again?"

"After all, I was also the best new employee of the year that year. It's normal to care about work, right?"

There was the sound of getting dressed, and after a while Palmer walked out after getting dressed, sat down opposite Boluogo, and picked up the documents casually.

"I worked in Crow's Nest before. I am more familiar with this area of ​​Opus than you are. Landring is a city where gangs run rampant. Because of the smooth waterways, this is the smuggling route for most gangs."

"so what?"

"So what we have to face this time will be a more complicated situation, such as a group of heavily armed gang members and the Sublime Ones hiding in the shadows," Palmer said. How many condensers are there? Worse case, we might even encounter someone with the King's Secret Sword."

"Then what do you want to do? Former intelligence agent"

There are specialties in the art field. As an expert, Boluogo never insists on anything in the field that he is not good at.

"I'm still thinking..."

Palmer actually thought about it seriously. There were detailed records on the document. The shipping point was a warehouse at the dock, and the cut map was pasted on the document.

After a few minutes, Borogo asked, "What do you think?"

Palmer looked sad and shook his head, "As intelligence agents, we don't need to go deep into dangerous areas. Usually we just need to understand the situation from a distance, and there is no need for any head-on conflict."

"But this time, we should go in and start killing people." Bologo said.

"That's right, a surprise attack to eradicate all potential enemies before anyone can react."

Palmer waved his hand, looking like he was cutting through the mess with a sharp knife.

"Speaking of which...I have an idea."

Palmer clapped his hands and said.

Borogo looked at him suspiciously. When a person like Palmer thinks, he is like a brooding gorilla. There seems to be nothing wrong, but he feels that something is wrong.