latent syndrome

Chapter 34

after one day.

Eleven at night.

Los Angeles Metropolitan Area, St. George District.

The night is as dark as ink, and there are no stars.

A high-end townhouse building, the outer shell made of retro red bricks has not been painted with any paint. Looking up at the night sky, there is a bright moon full of spots.

There are a bunch of expensive cars parked on both sides of the road. The most exquisite maintenance of waxing and polishing makes them like mirrors, reflecting all the people and scenery.

Di Yu was wearing a black jacket and high-top boots. At night, his green eyes were like ghosts, emitting a chill like the underworld.

boom……

He swung a golf club and blew the headlights of a car, sending shards of glass all over the floor.

"Fleeing years is not good."

Di Kuma broke off the vertical logo of this car by the way, and threw it on the lawn of a family.

"How to say."

A man in a black windbreaker and an old-fashioned cowboy hat who couldn't see his face also picked up a golf club and blew the headlights on the other side.

Although he himself didn't want to do this, it was too tasteless, it was Di Yu who proposed to do this kind of obscene thing, but he didn't expect the unexpected decompression to make him feel a lot more relaxed.

"I said, I'm the general manager of Los Angeles, right?"

Di Kuo continued to walk in front of the next car, smashed the side mirror of the car with a club, and then smashed the headlights.

"Of course you are, without a doubt."

The cowboy boy cooperated with Di Kuo in this way, smashing the headlights and rearview mirrors of one car after another along the way.

"So far, my actions have failed, whether it's remodeling the building, or reducing the burden on the film industry, and some other shitty things, it's all screwed up."

Dick smashed a car window with the butt of a golf club.

"Don't underestimate the countermeasures. You can't do anything with them so far. They hold the lifeblood of the world. It's still a long time. Take your time. What kind of movie are you going to make?"

Cowboy blows out a headlight.

"I don't know yet, inspirational film, I guess. The point is not this, I mean, Yaxiu... he's doing a great job, it's not been a fucking month, all the forces, all integrated, inform me to go tomorrow There will be a meeting in the Emperor Crown Building, and all the leaders will be there at that time. It is a notice, pay attention, it is a notice. He notified me, the person in charge, to go to the meeting, not... you know, apply for a meeting from me, and I need to come forward to preside over the overall situation And so on, I'm very shameless, you know, he doesn't respect me at all, so I hate people who wear glasses."

Di Kuo pierced the tire with a dagger to deflate the tire.

"Axiu...I have worked with him for a while, believe me, no one can do better than him, more precise than a clock, a complete workaholic, this should be a good thing, it can help you Take some of the burden off your shoulders, everyone knows you're out of your mind, and the summit was right to make this decision."

Cowboy scratches car door with key.

"There is no more normal person than me in the whole world. In a sick world, are sick people healthy?"

"Really? What about the testicular cancer mutual aid society, public welfare activities, etc.? This sounds crazy, you know, I heard that you still have people go to the garbage dump of the plastic surgery hospital to steal those people who have been drawn out Fat...I'm just saying, it's horrible my friend."

Even though he has known Di Yu for many years, he still doesn't understand what's going on in his mind, the cowboy feels this deeply.

"Is there anything wrong with this? According to the most simple logical thinking, after a person has a successful career, can he not feel guilty only by dedicating himself to public welfare?"

clap clap...

The cowboy applauded lightly, and replied: "It's hard to imagine that a person like you would feel guilty. Are those irrelevant people sacrificed in your so-called public welfare activities also a part of public welfare?"

The Cowboy continued to smash the headlights with his cue, damaging dozens of cars along the way.

"You haven't thought deeply enough, my old chap."

"How to say."

"Do you know how the first bar of soap in the universe was made?"

"It's on...you're on it again, come on, to be honest, I like to hear you blow all these fancy things."

"This is not fancy. I'm just stating the objective facts. When the body is buried in the soil, the alkaline substance, the water in the soil, rushes into the body and reacts with the fat to form soap and glycerin."

"So what?"

But the Cowboy Man already expected that Di Kuo would give an unexpected answer, because he was always so unexpected.

Di Kuo stopped moving, holding the golf club with both hands and propping it on the ground.

"Like the heroes who made the soap."

"And think about the animals used in experiments."

"Or all the monkeys launched into space."

"Without their death, without their suffering, without their sacrifice."

"We'll have nothing."

"To those who died in this just cause, this necessary bloodshed, the reformed world is their monument."

Di Yu said calmly.

After a while, the cowboy boy finally choked out a word.

"You are a terrifying man."

He lowered the brim of his hat, which was indeed a bit appalling.

"Could you come to Los Angeles just to chat with me this time?"

"Of course not. The summit decided to let me go to Liberty City. I came to see how you do it. However, part of the reason is to see my old friends."

"Liberty City... that's a good place, how long has it been?"

"Plane at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"It's so early, you should come and see us for a meeting. Yaxiu is going to start a series of reports again. I don't want to listen alone."

"Bear it, you'll be working together for a long time."

"Hold."

Di Kuo smashed the headlights of a top-of-the-line car with a golf club.

As a result, the vibration sensor of this car is quite advanced, and it has already sounded a piercing siren. This action woke up many sleeping residents, who poked their heads out of the windows and yelled.

"Damn."

Di Kuo dropped his club and ran away.

The cowboy boy was stunned for a while, not knowing why he was running, but he still followed closely.

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the following afternoon.

The sun was shining and the sky was clear.

The St. Louis area of ​​the Los Angeles metropolitan area.

Crown Building.

Even if all the majestic and extremely high-rise buildings spread row after row into a torrent of steel, it is still the overlord of all towers.

stand above the earth.

The top floor of the Crown Building.

The one hundred and fourth floor.

A super large meeting room that can accommodate 200 people at the same time.

The decor is impeccable.

The sculpture of Caesar the Conqueror in the indoor fountain gushes out of the clear spring.

Crystal chandeliers twinkling bright light are connected in two rows.

The super-long conference table spliced ​​with superior wood with the highest craftsmanship is full of seats.

Sitting on the baroque thick black chairs were one after another extremely fierce people.

Even Sif could not be ranked, and could only sit at the end of the conference table. His power here is considered small, but his strength lies in his strength. More than 20 people are all infected.

There are also some organizations that voluntarily vote here and there, or are vassals of powerful forces. Even if their leaders take all black and white and are famous, they are not qualified to sit in the position.

This is SCT.

A super-large transnational criminal group that dominates the black industry in the world.

Even the so-called warlord... is just an ant under the rolling wheel.

The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the entire city, the horizon where the sky and the ocean meet, as well as the iron ships and soaring white birds coming and going from the port lighthouse.

According to Axiu's rough statistics, the total number of infected people is nearly 2000, including those who are uncontrollable and extremely uncontrollable, and a total of more than [-] people including former criminals.

Even in the surrounding areas, people from some Southern California cities centered on Los Angeles also came here especially.

But only the head of state can sit in this position.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was extremely chilling, everyone looked gloomy and said nothing.

Yaxiu stood beside the head of the conference table, with his back straightened, took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, and then stared at the watch on his wrist.

He clenched his fists tightly, and a little blood oozes from his nails digging into his flesh.

Just in time for everyone to wait.

The door to the conference room was pushed open.

It was a man in a khaki windbreaker with devilish eyes.

Ash's clenched fist gradually loosened.

at the same time.

Hundreds of eyes looked at the gate in unison.

They are either the leaders of the tyrannical infected organization, or the leaders of rampant criminal forces.

Those fierce, dark eyes.

Such as jackals, leopards, scorpions, vultures, vipers, hyenas.

Barking, howling, crawling, howling.

One is uglier than the other.

One is dirtier than the other.

One is more vicious than the other.

But also...

I couldn't hold back the person who pushed the door open.

Because he is one of the top cadres of the SCT.

Di Kuo.

"You gentlemen..."

"war."

"It's about to start."

He said so.

(End of this chapter)