"Gold!"
The face within the frame was indeed Gold. At this moment, Bologue finally understood why he had remained in slumber for so long; Gold's consciousness was trapped in the Joyful Garden.
The face in the frame asked, "Who are you?"
Bologue skillfully declared his identity, "Special Operations Group, Bologue Lazarus."
On Gold's manic, unhealthy face appeared a puzzled expression. He was very familiar with Bologue's name, and soon memories from the distant past resurfaced in his mind, filling him with both astonishment and delight.
"Let's save the introductions for later."
Bologue pinned the card to his chest to let Gold see from his perspective, and turned silently. Beyond the open train door, countless demons were racing across the wilderness, closing in.
Palmer fired continuously, the speeding bullets blowing up one demon after another, but compared to their swarming numbers, the damage was just a drop in the ocean.
