latent syndrome.

Chapter 197. 196. Art City
SCT.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

It's just like any call center, except there are no windows, grid desks, piles of paperwork, calls from all over the world, and return visits from liaisons.

"Is there any news, are you sure that woman is Johnny's biological sister?"

The man was in the shadow of the fire escape, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only half of the black officer's uniform was visible under the light.

"Minister, you're here... It's been confirmed. Are you going to send someone to stop Colin? The first division is also searching for those scholars who know the inside story."

"Colin may be doing it too."

The blond woman in professional attire with a hip skirt who was in charge of contacting foreign personnel said so.

"of course yes."

"This man must not be allowed to live."

"But ordinary people can no longer deal with him. He must be a transcendent man who stands at the top of the world."

"Take a look and see who is vacant in the top ten seats in the combat directory."

The person called the minister said coldly.

The blond woman was a little moved, because these people cannot be dispatched at will. Is this man really so important?Even Obscure... didn't make such a big move.

"The seventh, and the ninth, are now vacant."

The blond woman replied.

"Very well, let the ninth person deal with this matter."

"Responsible for all follow-up matters, air tickets, identity, funds."

Say it.

The man disappeared into the shadows as if he had never been there.

……

……

……

Italy, Milan.

The Mediterranean climate makes it quite warm even in winter.

Cloudless, clear sky.

"Tick tick..."

"DaDaDa..."

On the winding streets built with mountains, the brick-paved pedestrian street, without any vehicles passing by, a man wearing earphones is in a good mood and humming a tune, wandering around, with his pockets in his pocket like a hooligan, a little sloppy.

He was dressed quite casually, wearing an even old-fashioned floral shirt with all kinds of flowers patterned on it, incomparably gorgeous, loose dark brown shorts, and Velcro sandals under his feet, that is, Velcro.

As for his face, he is completely unkempt, with a beard that has never been shaved, mid-length brown hair combed back, and wearing extremely flamboyant orange sunglasses.

All of a sudden, the craving for cigarettes came, and I took out the lighter from my trouser pocket, turned it on and rubbed the flint, but it seemed that there was no oil, and the flint would not ignite no matter how I turned it.

He didn't take it to heart, he just asked any passerby to ask for fire.

But it seems to be a residential area.

shhhhhh...

A basin of water was poured down from the sky, soaking his whole body, and the cigarettes he took out of his arms were all soaked and unable to smoke.

He wiped his face, brushed his hair down with his hands, and looked up. It was a kind-faced old lady who kept saying sorry.

It's really not good to compete with the old man.

Although the earphones have been scrapped, they are just a small amount of money. They are thrown directly into the trash can and continue to wander on the street, ready to buy new ones.

Wet clothes don't matter, just walk around and dry.

When passing the corner of the street, he always felt that something was wrong. It turned out that the water splashed just now caused the velcro of the sandals to fall off and dragged on the ground, so he felt uncomfortable.

Just as he knelt down to buckle his sandals, a very punctual, youthful, and stylishly dressed top-notch beauty walked past the corner.

If he didn't squat down to glue the button, he could hit it straight.

However, he himself didn't realize it. When he stood up, he saw that beautiful woman walking by. Just looking at the back, he was already a little distracted, thinking, it would be great if there was a chance to strike up a conversation.

But he didn't care. The phone rang at this moment. He picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from the SCT External Affairs Department.

He pressed his thumb on the answer button, but the touch screen was wet, the calibration was not good, and his tap was not detected at all. It was not until he tried many times and wiped it with the corner of his shirt several times that he successfully tapped the green one. icon.

"Hey?"

His voice was rough.

"Mr. White, this way..."

Before the other party finished speaking.

It seems that some house is being renovated, and the noise of the electric drill is so loud that it is impossible to hear what is being said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm here……"

Whiteburn was about to say something, but was distracted by the sound of the drill.

Just when he was anxious.

buzzing...

A motorcycle galloped past at high speed, and without any explanation, it directly grabbed the mobile phone from White's hand. This driver was so skilled that he could drive more than 100 yards away even in this kind of location.

By the time White reacted, the motorcycle had disappeared, not even the taillights could be seen.

"Tsk..."

White took a deep breath. The mobile phone is a small piece of money, but there are many important things stored in it, including the music he has worked so hard to download, a lot of photos of travel check-ins, and a lot of bundled software.

And my own number is not local, so it is very difficult to report the loss now.

Hey……

White heaved a long sigh, it doesn't matter anymore, he made cloud backup and the like, it should be useful.

The SCT External Affairs Department called me just now, it must be something very important.

He came to the door of a fruit shop and told the boss that he had to make a phone call to pay.

The boss readily agreed and let him come into the house.

When White went in.

wow wow wow...

The boss pulled down the shutter door suddenly and took him to a basement.

White was a little puzzled. It was just a phone call. Is it necessary to come to such a secret place, and the place is pitch black.

With the boss turn on the basement light.

He froze in place.

I saw several men tied up with belts in the basement, as well as many wonderful props, iron cages, wooden horses, whips, and candles.

There are even chains hanging from the pipes. The chains bind a man in a black leather jacket. His face cannot be seen, and his head is covered by a leather sheath with rivets and spikes. Only two holes are poked out at the eyes. , so that the person in the leather case can see things. This scene is a dress that only appears in heavy-duty movies.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the fruit shop with a full face set up a camera and said to the person in a leather case, "Baby, you can start eating."

And the shopkeeper also took out the rifle, telling White not to resist.

Hearing this, the man in the leather jacket rattled the chain around his neck, and slowly crawled towards White like a dog.

White swallowed.

……

……

……

5 minute later.

White returned to the street again. He was covered in blood, not a single drop of his own. He looked extremely horrifying.

The glare of the sun shone into his eyes, making him a little dazed.

When you react.

Because passers-by saw him like this and immediately called the police, and the police branch happened to be nearby, and the police dispatched at the speed of light.

All of a sudden, police cars blew their horns, surrounded White, handcuffed him, and wanted to handcuff him back to the police station for interrogation.

10 minute later.

trial room.

Cold metal chairs, interrogation tables, monitors.

White sat on the chair with a dazed face, his expression as if struck by lightning, and he was extremely late.

And the policeman who interrogated him took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out one, lit it, and hissed deeply, ready to show White some color.

White's addiction to cigarettes relapsed.

"Can I have one?"

He asked, with longing in his eyes.

"Do not."

The policeman's answer was simple and neat.

(End of this chapter)