latent syndrome.

Chapter 313 312. Reversing the Future
In the posthouse, no one is astonished by such a spectacle.

The person in charge of material reserves had already given up on the idea of ​​attacking. He had already contacted other people in the camp and used Morse code to signal the invasion of outsiders.

It can be seen that after realizing this ability, he immediately used the communicator to stop them, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and seven or eight men with guns entered and surrounded Luka heavily.

"Stop!"

The manager yelled, and he didn't have time to explain so much. He knew that no matter how many people there were, they couldn't match the hunchbacked ugly man in front of him.

Unexpectedly, one of them saw the bullets on the long table and the shining backpack, and suddenly thought of it.

"Even the most powerful infected person can't stand this kind of bullet."

"As long as you kill him, you can exchange supplies for the entire camp for a month!"

Immediately.

The man didn't hesitate anymore, he pulled the bolt of the shotgun used for hunting deer, pulled the trigger, and the muzzle burst into flames.

The emotions of everyone in the tavern were mobilized to the peak, they held their breath, their eyes were full of greed, they hoped that this shot would kill that person, so that everyone present could live a good life for a while.

Ghana is also looking forward to the effectiveness of this gun. In this apocalyptic world, it is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. The chemical protective suits in the warehouse were stolen, and the supplies were in short supply. In a few days, it will be the tribute day of the Salvation Army. The camp is on the verge of collapse. It is impossible to ask this person to deal with the Salvation Army, but as long as they join forces to kill him, they will definitely be able to survive this period of time.

Garner's hand also reached for the shotgun on his back, preparing to make another shot when the bullet worked and burned, so that he would have more say when the spoils were divided later.

But next second.

Everyone stopped completely, only to see the bullet that was shot at the homeless man, hovering ten centimeters behind him, floating in mid-air in an extremely strange way, shaking constantly, as if being controlled by an invisible force generally.

Luca turned around slowly, his face twitched involuntarily due to his neurological disease.

"Attempted murder."

"Generally, the sentence will be a fixed-term imprisonment of less than three years."

"Although it's in the last days, the target of your crime is a human being, so you can't deal with it as an emergency."

"what a pity."

"Considering that there are no prison facilities at this stage, your thinking has also been deviated."

"Cut your arm."

Luca considers himself not a bloodthirsty person, but rather has a sense of justice, serving generalized, generalized, real, ordinary citizens.

I saw Luka reached out and pinched the bullet, put his thumb against the base of the bullet, and just pushed it lightly, and suddenly there was a gust of wind in the tavern.

The bullet did not travel because of the propelling force generated by the explosion of gunpowder, but it flew completely and directly, pierced into the man's shoulder in an instant, slashed around in a strange arc, and completely removed the entire arm. The blur at the wound was splashed with dripping plasma.

The bullet also fell on the ground intact, but Luka didn't take it away, because it belonged to his personal property.

"Now, can we arrange accommodation?"

Luka turned his head and asked calmly.

In fact, he has no problem sleeping in the outside world, but the beastly madman and the occasional bandit galloping past to search for supplies make him quite unclean.

He hasn't slept in six days, but considering energy issues, he has to find a place to tidy up every week and make an action plan for the next week.

10 minute later.

Luca was assigned to a manually excavated mine room. The environment was quite crude, but the size was only [-] square meters, and the sloping walls were uneven. The simple support of those wooden works inevitably made people suspect that there was a possibility of landslides.

The lighting tools are only sodium lamps, and all the furnishings are quite simple, but there are everything that should be there. There are water pipes for bathing, but don't expect a shower, it's just a faucet.

Since the nuclear pollution has spread to the underground river, if it is not mined to a certain depth, it is completely undrinkable, but for the infected, it can be bathed.

The manager respectfully asked Luca if he had any other orders, but Luca couldn't think of anything else these people could do to help him.

Maybe I can reorganize my manpower to find that man.

Wait for the manager to leave.

Luka touched the scar on his face that had been chiseled out by the axe. Because of his different ideas, a battle broke out between him and Oboro after Doomsday.

The countermeasures bureau has now become a secret organization that cannot be put on the table, and the order must be reshaped.

Because too many people saw his face during the public trial, he had to slightly change the structure of his facial bones to prevent being recognized.

After finishing all the work, although Luca was still wearing the rags like a savage, the dirt on his body and the oil lumps on his hair had disappeared, and he felt extremely refreshed.

He opened the backpack, took out some files he had obtained in the eleventh department, and took out the glasses with broken lenses, put them on and read them.

After everything was destroyed, in the first period of time, before the formation of the supercontinent, he crossed the North American plains against the extremely high intensity of nuclear pollution, and after stepping through purgatory, he arrived at the ruined city of Los Angeles.

Fortunately, all the nuclear strategic underground bases built in the last century still exist, but they are empty. He went to get some files, just to verify his judgment.

After years of precipitation and Luca's long journey, when he put these files on the table again, they were already a little dilapidated.

The above documents are some cases in Los Angeles, all the things that Colin is involved in.

SCT's operations are seamless, without any early leaks, and the error tolerance rate is extremely low. Without accidents and coincidences approaching the limit, it is impossible to fail.

And Ke Lin, this man, seems to be able to predict the future, and can always come up with the optimal solution at the last node approaching the limit.

Like being able to go back in time.

He has viewed these files no less than fifty times. Colin can only go back in time to do all of this. You know, he is just a poor stockbroker, and he is no match for those desperadoes.

As long as he finds Colin, everything can be reversed, but on that day, the special brain fluid ammunition hit him, so he should not die, otherwise, he will lose if he goes back in time, or If there is no conflict with him, he will directly break the appointment.

But there is a problem that Luka can't figure out no matter how hard he thinks, why Colin doesn't go back in time on Doomsday, or there is some kind of constraint.

Some inferences that already had answers, and some unreasonable logic, caused Luca to fall into a conflicted anxiety. Only by finding Colin could he know the answer.

In any case, he is the hope to get everything back on track. Now this kind of apocalypse can never go back to the past. Even if order is reorganized, it will be meaningless. Frenzy will shatter everything.

Just when Luka was dazed with his glasses on, there was a knock on the door.

This is not a hotel, there is no key or room card, just a broken wooden door, in this kind of mine room, there is not even a door bolt.

"Come in."

Luca said casually.

What he never expected was.

It was a sallow and thin woman, about 40 years old, leading a girl who might not be 20 years old.

Before Luka could speak.

The older woman whispered something to the girl and left straight away. The girl was trembling, and after a moment of hesitation, she took off her coat.

Luca: "..."

(End of this chapter)