Endless Debt

In the dim factory, fighting broke out, and countless bullet casings fell on the ground, turning into a metallic symphony with the sound of gunshots.

Boluogo ran wildly in the hail of bullets, dodging between various bunkers. The light of the flashlight fell, but he could never catch up with Boluogo's figure.

As can be seen in Church's report, for some reason, this factory must remain dark every night, and all lighting relies on patrol flashlights. This gloomy environment made Boluogo's actions difficult. Became extremely convenient.

The thick aura of corruption is like a bright light. Although the darkness also limits Boluogo's vision, as long as he follows the aura, he can easily determine the general direction of the devil's location.

The speed suddenly stopped, Boluoge slid out of the darkness, swung the claw hammer and struck the demon's knee with a blow, the bones shattered, and the figure holding the gun immediately fell back, but this was not the end, another A claw hammer followed, slamming into the joint from behind.

The demon fell to the ground wailing. Before it could make any resistance, the hammer smashed down its throat, and the broken flesh and bones were twisted together, making it bloody.

"He's here!"

The demons discovered Boluogo's figure, and the light shone over. Following Boluogo's movements, countless bullets were shot at him in an instant.

Tinkering, countless sparks burst out, and even the nearby cargo box was penetrated. The sound of shattering glass continued, and blood-like liquid seeped out of the box.

"Be careful! Don't damage the goods!"

Someone else shouted, obviously these goods are worth a lot more than their lives.

Bologg glanced at it and could easily guess what was inside. Such boxes were piled up in the factory. If each one contained a philosopher's stone and potion, it would be unimaginable how many people would die here.

"When you smash it like this, you don't have any psychological pressure."

Boluogo whispered and moved near the cargo box. These demons did not dare to shoot rashly, so they had to pull out their long knives and sharp swords, rush out from the other side, and chop down Boluogo head-on.

If it was a gun battle, it would be really difficult for Bologe to fight. He would have to rush in front of these people and smash their heads, but it turned into a close combat and everything became easier. In Bologe's view, Their current actions are undoubtedly lining up to die.

The claw hammer easily broke the dagger that was being swung at him. Bologger grasped the heavy hammer handle and swung the claw hammer further. The sharp horn hit the demon again, sinking deeply into its flesh.

Bologg likes this kind of claw hammer. The horn on the back is usually used to pry open nails, but now it is used by Bologg to pry open the bones of his enemies.

Pulling hard, the demon was directly pulled to his knees by it. The bones were bulging and deformed. He stepped on its shoulder and jumped out with force, while prying open a large amount of blood.

The body was rolling in the air, and demons were coming from all directions. As soon as Boluoge stood firm, countless figures surrounded him.

The swords were swung wildly, vowing to chop Boluogo into pieces.

In a panic, Bologo threw the claw hammer with all his strength and knocked over a demon in one fell swoop. It was holding a pistol and pointed the muzzle at Bologo.

In this situation of being surrounded, Boluogo didn't think he could escape the gunfire. What's more important was that now he was facing not only demons, but also the Sublime Ones hiding in the dark.

Boluogo didn't want to reveal his "resurrection from the dead" yet.

In the battle between the Sublime Ones, intelligence is extremely important, which is why Boluogo has not used secret energy so far.

Boluogo believed that the Sublime Ones were peeping at him in the darkness. These demons were cannon fodder to him, victims used to test out his secret powers.

Outside the factory, Palmer hung on the outer wall with his eyes fixed on Boluogo's figure, and at the same time he was alert to potential enemies in the darkness.

Burlogo's plan was perfect, and it was part of the plan for him and Palmer to act separately. For Palmer, Burlogo himself was a victim, used to test out the enemy's secret power, and thus provide for Palmer. Paving the way for Ermer's assassination.

This sounds a bit tragic, sacrificing oneself to test the enemy's ability, but fortunately, Bologo will not die, and this victim can be used repeatedly.

"What a great use of everything, expert."

Palmer lamented that since entering the work, Boluogo seemed to no longer regard himself as a human being, but as some kind of indestructible tool, making perfect use of his own "resurrection from the dead" to design Such a plan.

Setting up his firearm, Palmer aimed into the darkness, ready to pull the trigger at any time and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

Except for the undead like Boluogo, the Sublime Ones are actually quite fragile. They all hold various extraordinary powers, but they are still weak human beings in essence.

Just a small warhead can easily take their lives.

Boluogo kept throwing the action, turned around quickly the next second, swung another claw hammer, and blocked the falling knives. Unfortunately, the slashes came from all directions and blocked several fatal short knives, but there were still Several of them left scars on Boluogo's body, but fortunately the injuries were not fatal.

He positions himself as a person who sacrifices his life. Maybe his enemies are aware of his self-healing ability, but most of them cannot guess his "resurrection from the dead."

Immortals are rare these days.

Boluogo is acting. He can be injured, but he cannot die. The only time he can die is when the enemy activates his secret power against him. Boluogo's death will expose the opponent's secret power, causing Palmer to open up. Shoot that fatal shot.

He pulled out the long awl from the chain around his waist and stabbed the demon in front of him with his backhand. The sharp metal easily penetrated the flesh and blood. When Bologger pulled out the long awl, blood spurted out like a broken water pipe.

Turning back and hammering the cargo box, dark red liquid gushes out, and a crazy, delicious smell rushes straight into the nose for a moment. Even Boluoge was stunned for a moment, let alone the demons.

Tormented by mania, they are always hungry and never satisfied. They can usually maintain their sanity, but in this sudden situation, every demon hesitated, and some even wanted to lean over and lick the potion.

It was this short period of time that gave Bologe the opportunity. The ether burst out, and the hook was thrown out of the arm guard. Bologg directly jumped into the air, and while escaping from the siege, he did not forget to throw out a few flying weapons from under his clothes. The knife accurately hit the demon's body.

Boluogo jumped to the second floor. He still remembered Church's report. The guy who was suspected to be a condenser was in the office on the top floor. From there, he could overlook the inside of the factory. He must have been looking at him now.

Raising his head to look at the darkness above, Boluogo could feel his eyes falling.

"Are you from the Order Bureau?"

Bill and David stood side by side in the darkness, and could directly observe all this from the glass window of the office. The battle just now was not unexpected at all, and it was all reflected in their eyes.

"That should be it. It seems like we are being targeted instead." David said expressionlessly.

People from the Order Bureau came, and both of them knew what this meant.

Even if tonight's crisis is successfully resolved, this place is no longer safe. Judging from the cunning mind of "Ghoul", there is no guarantee that this guy will choose Kedening again and then sacrifice the two of them.

After all, Kedening has not been exposed yet, and David and Bill are completely under the supervision of the Order Bureau.

"Do you want to withdraw? Give up these goods." Bill asked.

"I think so too, but can we really escape?" David turned around and sat back on his chair, "What's more, if we escape, will the King's Secret Sword let us go? There's a lot of goods here. .”

"It's a dilemma."

Bill sighed, wrapping a bandage around his fist like a boxer getting ready for the ring.

"No way, this is a mercenary. This job is not easy to do, that's why it makes so much money."

David's voice was relaxed and he didn't sound too nervous. He lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and puffed away.

"If it were daytime, it seemed like we could really just run away, but now it's night, and this is my home court."

"Like before?" Bill asked.

"Yes, please Bill," David said with a smile, "Anyway, you are strong, so you won't have any problems after a few hits."

"Who knows."

Bill geared up and walked out of the office, while David closed his eyes, breathing slowly, and a faint light floated on his body. The next second he opened his eyes, and countless eyes opened in the darkness of the factory.

For a moment, this endless darkness seemed to be given life. Thousands of maggots were squirming in it, like thick tar. They spread silently and swallowed everyone in their mouths.

Boluogo didn't realize this. At this moment, he was still fighting on the second floor. In this long and narrow corridor, the front and rear ends were blocked by demons. As for the first floor below him, it was also full of enemies.

The potion had begun to evaporate, and Boluogo breathed heavily, feeling that honey was flowing in the air. To the debtor, it was like a vaporized stimulant.

Of course, the same is true for the demons. They raised their guns and stopped rushing in. In this long and narrow corridor, Boluogo had no room to hide. In their eyes, Boluogo was dead.

The sound of gunfire rang out, and Boluogo turned his head and knocked open the door next to him, rushed in, and passed by the dense rain of bullets.

Climbing up from the ground in embarrassment, Boluogo stood up and closed the door tightly again. There were hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Four, three, two..."

Boluogo counted the seconds, inserted the long awl back into his waist, and took out a folding knife from his strap.

When he counted to "one", Boluogo held the folding knife in his backhand, pointed it at the door panel and stabbed it. A shrill scream sounded from behind the door. He raised his foot and kicked the door panel violently, and the door panel was kicked down. Several demons appeared, and the folding knife was also pulled out at the same time, with blood stains on the metal blade.

He strode onto the door panel and stabbed the door panel repeatedly with the folding knife, revealing several holes. Soon the demon under the door panel stopped struggling, and blood gurgled out of the holes.

"Aha..."

Boluogo gasped, white air rising from his body.

Stained with blood and sweat, the mask on his face seemed to come alive, twisting and squirming, firmly sticking to his face, creating a crazy and terrifying look.

For a moment, the demons stopped attacking and looked at Bologg, as if Bologg was some kind of terrifying monster that was far beyond their knowledge, and fear arose in their hearts.

Boluogo also noticed this, and he smiled, his eyes rolling with the same things that the demons saw.

The ferocious and terrifying, evil chanting echoed endlessly in my ears.