"Help! Big Brother!"
Seeing the situation, Palr didn’t care about dignity anymore, and just shouted out.
This roar truly stunned Bologue. Palr then looked at him, tears welling up, as if he was so sort of heaven-sent savior... well, it seed like that was indeed the case.
"What do we do? Among them, soone looks like a Condenser. Their firepower is fierce." Palr pleaded for help.
Bologue shook his head vigorously. His expert ntality was sowhat thrown off by Palr’s amusing deanor.
"We can retreat from here."
He pointed to the edge of the platform in front of him. Jumping from here might allow them to escape... maybe, at least it’s better than being trapped here.
"Escaping won’t work. They have too much information. We’ve got to deal with them all."
Palr rejected Bologue’s suggestion. He picked up the pistol and checked the ammo: five bullets left.
"Huh? Did you betray us again?"
Recalling what Geoffrey said on the phone, Bologue looked astonished.
"I don’t want to either! But if I don’t speak up, they’ll really put holes in ! I barely earn a penny a month. It’s not worth risking my life for the Order Bureau!"
"But don’t worry!" Palr had tried this trick many tis before; he’s quite adept at it, "All of it is just fake information."
The tough voice gradually weakened.
"...But there’s a bit of truth mixed in."
"But as long as we get rid of them all, it will be fine, right? If we eliminate them, the information will be safeguarded again, won’t it?"
Palr yelled, as if trying to cover up his awful betrayal act, he kept shouting.
"Though we just t, you should be dispatched to save , right?"
Bologue remained silent, looking at Palr with eyes full of sorrow.
He felt sad not only for Palr, but also for the Order Bureau for hiring such an employee, and for himself for having to partner with him in the future.
Maybe... just leave him? As long as they retrieve his corpse, it should be fine.
"Hey! Speak up!"
Palr scread, as if he guessed what Bologue was thinking, "You’re definitely thinking about leaving straight away, right? Right!"
Ah... this guy is really noisy.
Bologue frowned, hesitated for a mont, then responded.
"I usually work solo."
"Deal! It’s up to you then!"
Palr raised his hands, and quickly followed up with.
"Just kidding."
His gaze tried to spot the enemy behind the pillar, Palr got serious.
"That guy nad Eugene is a Condenser. I’m not clear what his Secret Energy is, but from what I currently sense, that kind of Secret Energy seems related to the ’Void Spirit School’, capable of directly impacting the consciousness, although I’m not sure about its activation conditions, be careful!"
As a forr Employee of the Year, Palr still had so professional awareness. During his captivity, he kept observing Eugene, trying to find a flaw, but unfortunately Eugene was too vigilant.
Bologue nodded, sowhat comprehending. He’s not well-versed in the Secret Energy System. According to the original plan, he should be in the Order Bureau preparing to implant the "Alchemy Matrix".
From the brief words, Bologue could roughly understand. The kind of Secret Energy from "Void Spirit School" targets consciousness, which is quite convenient as Bologue is confident in his ntal fortitude.
After all, without a bit of willpower, a regular person wouldn’t survive in the Black Prison.
"Let’s go then!"
Bologue raised his Shock Hamr, smashing out a trail of swirling dust that concealed his figure, then dashed out like a leopard, maneuvering between the pillars.
Unlike the cunning trajectory of Bologue, Palr paused for a few seconds, then boldly walked out from behind the pillar with no intention of dodging the gunfire.
Walking forward in big steps, raising the gun amidst the hail of bullets, Palr’s face lit up with the ecstasy of a gambler placing a bet.
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