latent syndrome

Chapter 24. Mental Illness
In the dark and gloomy church, the paint clots on the peeling wall seem to be the molted shells of snakes and insects.

But here everything is going in order. Someone is repainting the walls, someone is bringing in new benches, and someone is patching up leaks with a mace.

At the same time, Di Kuo also used the communion table as a desk, and he found the judge's gavel from somewhere, and knocked it loudly.

The banner of the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association was pulled up, and because SCT entered Los Angeles, it caused a large-scale sensation in the underground world.

Since the birth of SCT a year ago, the structure of criminal groups in the entire world has undergone tremendous changes. Countless world-famous industry leaders have died suddenly. Everywhere SCT went, all black industries were uprooted and annexed.

There are even rumors in the underground world that since entering the information age, electronic monitoring and identity authentication have cracked down on all crimes without a trace, and the golden age of the industry's red sea has gone forever.

But as long as you follow SCT, SCT will forcibly open up a sea of ​​red. This is the era of revival for all downcasts.

All the criminals who could be imprisoned in Los Angeles came to cast their votes.

SCT not only only wants people infected with submerged disease, even an ordinary person, giving him a gun, or even a knife, can scare hundreds of ordinary people to pee their pants.

The church was in full swing, and Di Yu was supervising the progress of the repairs while recruiting.

"Is there a coffee machine and an oven? A fraternity without coffee and cookies is not a fraternity, and some more mugs are added. I don't want to have no gifts when someone successfully blasts or kills someone important. "

Di Kuo banged the gavel loudly, making a lot of noise.

"Boss, you should hire an accountant. We don't have a public account, and all of these need money. The money you gave last time has been used up to buy cars and weapons. After all, you need a lot of money."

The person who kills the funeral parlor's five-year turnover reminds Di Kuo that even though Di Kuo took out 3000 million last time, it is still not enough for the expenses of some operations.

"Eh..." Di Yu felt that he was very negligent of his duty. He spoke very pertinently and constructively, but he didn't want to show his face in front of so many outsiders, and said: "Trash, are you still a modern person? Can you use it?" Gude map?"

The five-year turnover scratched his head, a little unclear, so he replied in a daze: "It will work, but is there any connection between them?"

bang bang...

Di Yu rapped the gavel and yelled loudly: "Isn't there a bank marked on the map? Go get a loan, idiot."

The five-year turnover was a little speechless, and he brought a few people to the garage with their guns.

Everyone who came to cast the sentence was shocked. As expected of an SCT, it was really powerful.

"I'm sorry everyone, SCT's finances are not as embarrassing as they seem now."

"The money from the headquarters has not yet arrived, and the financial resources at that time can add up to the top [-] of the world's richest list and rub it on the ground."

"The application process starts now, whoever wants to come first."

Di Kuo tapped the gavel. Among these people, there are ordinary people and infected people, but it doesn't matter to him. SCT treats them equally.

When you want to change something, what needs to be sharpened is not the body, nor the weapon, what is needed is only determination.

Now the manpower is far from enough, SCT has just entered Los Angeles not long ago, and needs to recruit on a large scale.

A bald man with a thick back and a waist covered in tattoos sat across from the sacristy table.

"I would like to ask, this is SCT, what does this testicular cancer mutual aid society mean."

The big man has seen many big scenes, and he lives a life of licking blood. He has seen too many freaks like Di Yu, and he still can't restrain him.

"That's a good question. This is a very critical question. As one of the top cadres of the SCT, I have the right to create a separate action department. This department is... the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association."

Di Yu nodded, thinking that his naming was simply an art, comparable to Shakespeare.

"not understand well."

The bald man looked indifferent.

"This is a large nonprofit organization dedicated to giving everyone a seed in the world."

Di Yu replied.

"not understand well."

The bald man looked indifferent.

Di Yu picked up a dagger and spread his five fingers on the altar.

clack clack clack...

He stabbed back and forth between his fingers with the dagger at an extremely fast speed, raising some sawdust, and if he made a mistake, he would cut off his fingers.

"But... what's the point of that?"

The bald man looked indifferent.

Di Yu's movements stopped abruptly, yes, what's the point of this?

"Do you have a seed, sir."

Di Yu asked calmly.

"At least I don't have testicular cancer, and you should see a psychiatrist."

The bald man replied objectively.

"It seems that you are very kind."

Di Yu lightly applauded and applauded, and added: "But you are wrong about one thing, the only one in Los Angeles that doesn't need to see a psychiatrist is me."

"You must know Hollywood, it's the city where, 30 or [-] years ago, they had creativity and dignity, but now, they're trying to fill the world with love and peace, and trying to erase the impossible Thick barriers to eliminate."

"As far as I'm concerned, everyone has testicular cancer."

"Those complex movies stole our culture, identity, and beliefs, and adapted them into fucking mentally retarded heroes, and wrote all kinds of nonsensical and fucked scripts full of pornographic plots, killing all people. The sense of identity, creating the illusion of world unity, making people weak and weak, constantly depleting the great will passed down from generation to generation, making all language vocabulary pale and powerless."

"All kinds of human characteristics are erased under these tricks, no one cares about fucking history, no one is interested in fucking books, they just want to have 3D modeled stupid AI princesses in virtual games, to The wholesale bridge segment with serious homogenization..."

Di Kuo clasped his hands falsely, swayed up and down with indecent gestures, and continued to add.

"In the end, they created sky-high profits in the factory, and they were exposed to the wilderness without receiving any pension due to atrophy of limbs and brain damage."

"I can see that you are very kind, you are a kind of person."

"But it's not enough."

"That's not kind enough."

"This kind of spiritual feeding is worse than being watched. When the world is constantly filling you up, no one needs to worry about what is going on in your heart. When everyone's imagination has degenerated, no one will care about you." The world is a threat."

"We have to be more kind."

"Having the guts to stand against thousands of troops in isolation."

"Do you think you still have seeds now?"

Di Yu spoke a little dry.

"Although I don't understand it very well...but I think it's fucking cool."

The bald man looked excited.

And Di Kuo also picked up the loudspeaker.

"It's okay if you don't understand, I don't understand either, I admit that I have a fucking mental problem."

"All you need to know is... we have to have the guts to screw up this world."

"This is the mutual aid group, the testicular cancer mutual aid group."

"Dedicated to giving everyone in the world a seed."

With a pair of longing eyes.

Here comes the carnival.

(End of this chapter)