latent syndrome

Chapter 17
Three days have passed since SCT's failed move on the stock exchange.

Los Angeles Metropolitan Area, St. George District.

night.

The lights are feasting, and the flashing neon lights are dazzling.

In a pub closest to the police station, Gray interviewed Colin Eugene's duo.

Antique bricks and old furnishings make this tavern look rough, because there is a football game today, all customers can discuss the game together, the business is quite good, there are a lot of people, and there are no seats left.

The three sat in the corner of the tavern, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Eugene was wearing only a gray vest and hot pants, which was slightly revealing and attracted the attention of many customers. You can see the gunshot wound on the shoulder with a Band-Aid.

Because the vitality and resilience of patients with submerged disease are quite abnormal, Eugene mainly took protective measures because he didn't want to leave scars.

Although Colin, whose Tarot card hints as a "demon", looks haggard, this is caused by his bad living habits. The injury he suffered that day recovered completely after sleeping, and it is no big problem to go freehand rock climbing now.

Although Eugene also smokes, he shouldn't be too pushy in front of Grey. Anything related to Grey must be quite formal. This is a strict woman who is as serious as a robot.

Gray's attire has never changed, it is always ready for battle, assault jackets, tactical boots, and clothing that is convenient for combat.

Eugene kicked Colin to tell him not to be too presumptuous, because Colin kept smoking there and didn't buy Grey's account at all.

Colin hated this woman very much. The number of times he died in the hands of SCT was not as many as that of this woman. She also used extremely despicable means to install a locator on herself.

When the waiter came to order.

Gray still asked for bourbon, but Eugene didn't like drinking very much, so he chose the same one as Gray.

At last the waiter looked at Colin with intriguing eyes.

Hold……

Ke Lin took a deep puff on his cigarette and cursed secretly, if he just ordered some ordinary spirits, he would still be looked down upon by these people, only to blame the two women for being too cruel.

In fact, no one cared what Colin wanted, even if he wanted to drink soy milk or juice-like children's drinks, he wouldn't have any thoughts.

"Dragon... tequila, yes, tequila, and some salt and lemon slices."

Ke Lin shook his legs and spoke in an extremely pretentious manner.

Both Eugene and the waiter felt that Colin was indeed more masculine at the moment.

Because in the eyes of Los Angeles residents, cocktails are something only sissies would drink, and tough guys never play this kind of thing, especially in such low-consumption taverns. Energy drinks are also ridiculed.

This means that Colin will drink pure agave later, and he will use the most traditional and wild drinking method, pour salt on the tiger's mouth, lick it quickly, drink up the agave, and then bite A slice of lemon is a must.

The waiter took note and left.

"How did you deal with Cohen's body?"

Colin asked Gray.

He has been a little disturbed these two days. It's okay to kill the crazy scum of SCT, but he knows Cohen's past, and he personally buried him, pushed him to a desperate situation, and committed suicide.

Cohen's desperate face before he died even appeared in Colin's dream once, waking him up.

"Fall from such a high place, it has turned into a puddle of mud, which has no research value. Besides, there is no shortage of samples in the Countermeasures Bureau. He has been cremated and stayed with other unclaimed urns."

Gray guessed what Colin was thinking. After all, more than half a month ago, he was just a stockbroker.

At present, the undercurrent is turbulent, and the dark forces headed by SCT are ready to move. Now it is just a tentative confrontation. Time is running out, and Lei doesn't have much time to talk nonsense.

"I'm looking for you this time because I have something more important to say."

"You have proved yourself and made significant contributions to this attack, preventing the situation from deteriorating further and causing panic among the people. I now officially announce that you have become official agents of the No.11 Section of the Countermeasure Bureau."

"Here are your new certificates, and the Medal of Honor for Bravery awarded to you by Shangfeng."

Gray took out the ID from the silver suitcase and put it on the table, adding: "You will no longer have restrictions on the scope of your activities, and you will also have further authority from the official system."

This put a lot of pressure on Eugene, and he became an official agent, fearing that he would never be able to fish in the future.

And that shining silver medal made her a little fond of it. It was indeed a rare thing. It was given to sergeants who made great contributions during wars in the past. It is estimated that it can sell for a lot of money.

"Formal agent? What if I refuse?"

Colin didn't accept the certificate like Eugene did, he didn't even look at it, and let it sit there.

"You probably don't know what it means to be an official agent."

"Presumably you already know that submerged disease is not a blessing, but a curse. The deeper you sink, the closer you are to death."

"And the Countermeasure Bureau can provide you with professional advice and invaluable equipment support, which can prevent your loss of control and death to a certain extent."

"The most important point is that there is no rejection of this option."

Gray's unkind tone made Colin's eyelids twitch.

At this moment, the wine ordered by several people has arrived.

Gray checked the time with his watch and drank the whiskey in his glass.

"Please understand that there is no celebration banquet. The situation in other regions is not optimistic, and members are dying one after another."

"After you rest for two days, go to the headquarters of Section No.11 to report, and I will have someone send you the location at that time."

Gray stood up and prepared to leave, and added one last sentence.

"Sometimes...fighting against SCT is not just a confrontation of strength, but also a confrontation of...belief and will."

"Becoming an official agent means that the Countermeasure Bureau will not give up on everyone easily."

After speaking, Gray head packed up the suitcase, strode away, and pushed open the door of the tavern.

Now Gray was defenseless, Colin slowly pressed his hand to the holster of the gun and was about to draw his gun to shoot him, but hesitated until he was interrupted by a word, and Gray had completely melted into the night.

"It feels like she's really reliable, doesn't she?"

Eugene couldn't help thinking that when Gray was the enemy, he would feel a strong sense of oppression, but once he was fighting for the same goal, he would feel extremely secure.

"Who knows if she's trying to deceive people." Colin looked disdainful, and lit another cigarette, "Have you forgotten what you said before, she let people like us enter the strategy game, just wanting us to kill each other. "

"The bonus seems to have arrived..."

Eugene exclaimed when he saw the prompt on the phone.

Colin choked on the smoke and coughed.

He looked at his mobile phone, and it was indeed the case. There were [-] Union coins from the Union Savings Bank in the account.

"Are there two days off? What are you going to do?"

Eugene felt that dawdling around every day was meaningless, and Colin was a good companion.

"Sell my LDK apartment first. That house is unlucky. Now I can leave the urban area. I want to go back to the suburbs. The house that has been left there has been unoccupied for more than a year. It is estimated that the dust is several fucking kilograms." gone."

Colin looked at Tequila in front of him and hesitated.

Eugene waited for his performance with longing eyes.

I saw Ke Lin pouring salt, drinking and biting lemon slices in one go, feeling a little overwhelmed in an instant, and letting out a long breath.

"See you the day after tomorrow, uncle."

Eugene stopped talking nonsense, and left directly, ready to let Colin pay the bill, and Colin had been using her car for a week, which made her extremely unhappy, and the gas cost of running here and there was thousands of dollars.

Colin rubbed between his brows, and Cohen's face before his death resurfaced in his mind.

[This is a kind of domestication, an invisible domestication. 】

[All of this, everything, is a conspiracy. 】

It hurt his head like a devil's whisper.

"Hold."

He just ordered a bottle of tequila, and a large glass with ice, ready to get drunk.

(End of this chapter)