latent syndrome.

206. Chapter 205. Ancient Wrath

Colin arrived at the place Pym mentioned. This is a typical North American civilian community, with horizontal and vertical roads, and rows of plain-colored bungalows on the lawns on both sides. The highest is only two or three floors, and they all have rolling doors. garage.

The weather in this place is extremely dry, and there is almost no rain throughout the year, and the monsoon is not here due to geographical reasons.

The two met in a house that had been expropriated by the Countermeasure Bureau for two weeks for investigation.

Because the person living opposite this house is the most powerful infected person in Las Vegas, whose status is equivalent to the number one butcher in Los Angeles.

It was noon, the sun was shining, scorching the asphalt road and steaming with heat waves.

The blinds were slightly rolled up and there was a gap, through which Pym watched the situation of the opposite house.

The ceiling fan was spinning feebly. It was much hotter than Southern California. Even though it was winter, Colin took off his coat and only wore a white shirt.

Since the houses in this community are old, there is no central air conditioning at all.

Because the infected person's insight is extremely sharp, in order not to cause unnecessary complications, Pim didn't even turn on the vertical air conditioner in the living room.

"Is it on the opposite side? I'll go directly to kill him."

Colin waited for more than ten minutes, and he was already a little impatient. He had already met too many Xeons, and he didn't pay attention to the people opposite him.

"That's not the plan."

"We have sent an S-level infected person to find out about him."

"Although the chance is extremely small, just in case, the possibility that you will be killed cannot be ruled out."

"The strength of this infected person is completely unknown, and he was only found with the latest research results of the second department."

Pym drew the blinds with utmost caution.

"Is that so."

Ke Lin was not surprised. This is most like the style of the countermeasures bureau, maximizing benefits and not making unnecessary sacrifices. It is basically useless to send low-level infected people. If you send yourself, you are afraid of accidents and lose the chance to fight against SCT. Power itself has been regarded as a strategic resource.

"The latest research results?"

Colin was a little interested.

"You should know that the dive depth detector that was developed has a very short range of action."

"This thing is an upgraded version of that thing. It is used to widely detect infected people above S-level. Like radar, it works within a range of 100 meters."

"According to the report of the 24th branch agent, this thing exploded when it met that person, because of the short-term pressure overload. he."

Pim explained that he thought there was nothing wrong with this operation. Strictly speaking, Colin also belonged to the top ten in the combat catalogue, at the very top, and it would not be a problem to deal with an unknown soldier.

"Did it explode?"

Ke Lin recalled that when he was an official agent, he also had a similar alarm, but it also blew up.

at this time.

A message came from Pim's terminal, and his expression became gloomy.

"what happened?"

Colin was a little restless.

"It's weird..."

"The agent failed, but the infected person didn't kill him, he came back alive."

Pim couldn't react to the content of the message for a while.

"Isn't this a good thing? Maybe he still has the potential to be recruited as an agent. As a citizen of Las Vegas, he has the obligation to contribute to public security."

Colin lost all interest for a moment.

"Do not."

"What's weird is that the agent doesn't seem to remember anything, he's a little confused, and his cognition is still stuck at last night, saying that the task will not be carried out until tomorrow, which is today, and he thinks that other people have misremembered the date."

Pim was a little puzzled, what kind of hint could do this kind of thing.

"You wait here for a while, I'll ask someone from the first department to check the information database."

He turned his head to tell Colin not to act without authorization, but Colin had disappeared.

"Damn..."

Pim opened the blinds and scanned the street, but he didn't find Colin. In less than a second, the door of the house opposite was violently broken open.

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Ten seconds have passed.

For 33 seconds, time is completely frozen.

Colin had already arrived in the house. At this moment, he was standing next to the infected person, found a chair and sat down. The person in front of him was different from the photo in the information, more gloomy.

He was looking at the rough-bound unknown manuscript, his movements, expressions, completely froze.

This person is the most powerful infected person in Las Vegas, a man named Rhodes.

Unmarried, 28 years old, former data engineer, resigned three years ago, probably infected as early as the eclipse, but has been inactive.

According to the research report of the second department, those who are infected earlier are the most derailed from the symbolic world, and if they can survive, they are also the most powerful.

Today's world is like a ship, and the closer to the edge, the easier it is for people to be pushed off, and these people have never been on a ship.

His figure is a little sickly tall, like a stage actor, with a few strands of hair combed back in a mess floating on his forehead, his face is a little haggard, wearing a double-button black vest with a striped shirt inside.

Time begins to flow.

When Rhodes reacted, a ferocious man sat on a chair like a hooligan, holding a pistol in every possible way, but the gun was not aimed at him.

This person appeared without warning, appearing out of thin air as if time had been cut off,

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere was suddenly extremely heavy, and no one spoke first.

And Rhodes was not as shocked as Colin imagined, and his face was expressionless, as if he had already noticed that he was coming.

"What Kiba thing are you looking at?"

Colin's words were elegant words, and he didn't pay attention to this man at all.

"Is this?"

"Warlocks call this... the original manuscript."

Rhodes has no reservations.

Ke Lin was a little surprised, stood up, and grabbed it directly, but there was no word on it, just some yellowed cardboard.

"It's not the real thing, but a description of the broken page by a scholar before his death."

Taking advantage of this time, Rhodes also gently opened the drawer, and took out an arsenal standard pistol, but the style was a bit old, Colt M1911.

Colin found that it was not that there were no words, but that there were strange protrusions like Braille, but unlike Braille, these protrusions were not composed of a few dots, but complicated and disorderly snake-like textures, densely packed, like It is a fold formed by the skin soaked in water for a long time.

"Wrinkles caused by prolonged soaking in water."

"That's what you thought in your mind just now, right?"

Rhodes opened the safety of the pistol and pointed the gun at Colin.

"what are you saying?"

Colin didn't care about that kind of children's toys. This man, guessed his mind just now?
"Wrinkles... are you asking why or what? Wrinkles happen."

"It's because of the human instinct from a long time ago, to increase the friction to escape from the dangerous waters, this bottomless abyss."

"These genes have been passed down from ancient times."

"Rage, adrenaline, fighting instinct."

"Drives you."

Rhodes didn't shoot. There are too many secrets in this person.

It seems to have been poked by something.

Colin perked up.

"I thought you were just a fish."

"You have to be serious."

An Iron Maiden appeared out of thin air, its cover door slowly opened, and dozens of wire knives burning with karma burst out, crying and dragging Rhodes directly into it and closing it violently.

clack clack...

The tyrannical punishment of this distant age.

Directly strangled Rhodes to death.

(End of this chapter)