latent syndrome

Chapter 51. Sisyphus
A thunderbolt exploded.

The dazzling glare tore through the gray sky, running through the sky, the earth and this room. After the fleeting moment of extreme day, all the colors seemed to be dimmed after it flashed.

A few seconds later, the buzzing sound that shook the sky slowly rolled in. The violent rumbling sound even made people's internal organs tremble along with it.

Although the Eleventh Division did not publicly say that there were traitors inside, because that would shake morale, but the database that was stopped updating, and the state of dormant standby, smart people wanted this.

The middle-aged man in front of him got information from the traitor and was killing every member of Section [-].

This meeting was not a coincidence, but planned by him. He knew his identity a long time ago, but he just waited to go to a secluded place to kill himself.

Randy was amazed by this. Although the information form filled in the D-level infected person, judging from the killing intent in his eyes, he was far from that kind of scumbag.

Because the information database stopped being updated, the last sampling evaluation grade was B and was not entered. Colin's dive speed was extremely fast.

"Because the speed of light is faster than the speed of sound, people often don't know what kind of character they are before they speak."

"You have a rather terrifying demon living inside you, Agent Colin."

"At this moment, you are the predator. Is the prey myself?"

Randy could smell that Colin's qi and blood were surging, and his breathing gradually became heavy. It was not because of fear and panic. Such breathing was irregular, and such breathing indicated that he was excited.

Colin is not talking nonsense. During this period of time, his marksmanship has improved a lot.

Shooting a target, shooting a control object, is never as good as shooting a real life, and it is faster to master it.

boom……

Deadly tongues of flame burst out from the pitch-black muzzle, and a bullet accurately hit Randy's forehead, causing blue flames to rise.

"You are different from the picture."

"You look like a numb penguin on the data sheet, and that's the picture on your driver's license."

"You should really use a mirror to take a better look."

"Now you are like a beast."

Randy wiped his forehead lightly, and the blue flame disappeared instantly.

Colin was a little surprised. He had never seen such a situation, and a blue flame was produced, which meant that the special ammunition had worked.

bang bang bang...

Colin poured all the pistol ammunition on Randy, leaving only one bullet, but it was useless at all, and it went out after a little flame.

"The Countermeasure Bureau let you kill someone, right?"

"The souls of those dead are like a shovel, digging a hole in your heart, all the cowardice, all the restlessness, are buried together with the souls of the dead."

click!
The thin steel wire condensed into a flexible and sharp iron whip, which shone with a cold luster, and a violent wave came out of Randy's hand.

The speed was so fast that there was no time for people to react, it just flickered like a light.

A line of blood appeared where Colin's shoulder was connected to the entire arm, oozing painful red pulp, and then...

The incision was extremely smooth.

With a snap, the whole arm fell to the ground, and with the last nerve command, the fingers moved.

In an instant, blood gushed like a fountain,
The extreme pain twisted Colin's central nervous system, but he just said nothing, with a gloomy expression, staring at Randy like a cold-blooded animal in a lair.

"The human brain ... releases neurotransmitters when it's frightened."

"So is anger."

Randy took a deep sniff, and it began to become clear, Colin's picture scroll.

"You can control your anger very well, and you can't show your emotions. You are a tough guy, Colin."

"But I can smell . . . that."

"There is a strong fragrance coming from your cerebral cortex."

"Who did you kill... child? No, it's not that crazy."

"Doctor? Soldier? Teacher? Entertainer?"

Randy took another deep breath.

"I see……"

"Desperate and helpless veterans, women who have been abused, and those innocent infected people! They are just... poor people who need medical treatment!"

"You are really guilty!"

Randy's face was a little intoxicated, with a hint of ulterior secret pleasure.

Blood flow like a column.

Colin's remaining left hand convulsed and trembled, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and the pool of blood on the ground began to bubble like boiling water, condensing the fleshy skeleton.

Then four roaring magic dogs bit Randy away.

That kind of method is too amazing.

I saw transparent ripples and fluctuations like summer heat waves coming from the space in front of Randy.

It seems that something from the void is slowly manifesting.

This kind of scene is too vague, like a dream, I can't always recall how it started, it just appeared like that.

It was an ancient artifact from the Middle Ages. It was a torture execution device used to execute torture. It was like an iron cabinet that could hold an adult. It had hinges and a door cover, and there was an iron statue of a woman wearing a luxurious crown on the top of the artifact. It was pitch black, exuding a gloomy luster.

This instrument of torture.

Known as the Iron Maiden.

Colin completely understood one thing, he and the man in front of him... are not on the same level at all.

cack cack...

The door cover of the Iron Maiden opened slowly, making an extremely ear-piercing squeaking sound, and there was a howling sound of wind flowing through the void, and at the same time, there were dense spikes enough to pierce a person.

The sound of iron plates twisting suddenly came out of this terrifying torture device, followed by hundreds of iron chains with blades entangled the few magic dogs, and the crazy roar was mixed with the wild sound of twisting flesh and blood.

Those iron chains dragged all the magic dogs into the instruments of torture, and then the door cover was snapped shut.

Snapped!
Like a huge pressure that instantly crushed a tomato, or crushed a baby bird in her palm, the iron maiden bleeds crazily, turning the whole room into a sea of ​​blood.

"That guilt didn't knock you down, did it?"

"You hypocrite, my kind."

A drop of blood spattered onto Randy's hand, he took out a silk scarf and wiped it off very calmly.

Colin knew that he was invincible, and the last bullet in the pistol was reserved for himself to prevent himself from falling into a stalemate.

He aimed at his temple and was about to pull the trigger.

click!
With a sweep of the sharp wire, the palm of his right hand was cut off, and the hand that was still holding the gun fell to the ground.

"You just... wanted to commit suicide, right?"

Randy was a little puzzled. It was just dessert before the meal, and the main meal hadn't been served yet. If the enemy died of fighting spirit or blindness, it would be too boring.

Fear is the sauce of the soul, the poppy that feeds the heart.

Such work cannot be called work, it is just work.

Colin's hint was a demon. He was so eager to die, he must be hiding some secret, maybe it was extremely important information for the countermeasures bureau.

Randy pondered for a moment.

"Have you heard the story of Sisyphus?"

"He was the founder and king of Corinth, for he deceived death, and kept the world from dying for a time."

"This act offended the gods, and to punish him they made him push a huge round boulder up to the top of the hill, because it was too heavy."

"Every time I don't reach the top of the mountain, I roll down again, and all my previous efforts are wasted."

"So he just kept repeating it, doing it endlessly."

"Until his life is slowly consumed in this futile and hopeless toil."

His blood-red sunglasses glowed like hell.

(End of this chapter)