latent syndrome

Chapter 53 53. Vivaldi
This scene can shake anyone.

When Colin wanted to get up, he found that he couldn't move his body flexibly. He could only move his shoulder blades and thighs, but he couldn't even stand up. He saw huge wounds on his wrist and heel.

It turned out that the tendons in my hands and feet were all broken, like mechanical bearings broken, completely unable to operate, and at the same time, there were eight needles connected to the blood collection bottle to continuously draw my own blood, so as to prevent my body from recovering quickly due to the hint of the devil. Keep yourself in a state of depletion, unable to draw a little bit of power from the different space.

This is undoubtedly the worst situation, bar none.

I fell into a dead end.

Is this the end.

At this time, the record player was playing Vivaldi's orchestral music. Colin could tell which composer's style it was, but he couldn't guess which piece it was.

Negotiating with people from SCT is a whimsical idea, not to mention the man in front of him, even among madmen, he can be called a madman.

Colin didn't hold out any hope. His time regression could only be used three times, and each time became weaker and weaker. The time was only a few hours. God knows how long he lost consciousness.

Even if he killed himself, it would be nothing more than repeating the same fate.

Colin intends to piss him off and get this shit over as soon as possible.

It's all bad, not just dying four times to be completely dead, but all of this.

Anyway, it's just the rest of my life.

"Did your mother give birth to you in a Mexican dance club? I really can't imagine what kind of environment would give birth to a person like you."

Colin was expressionless and his tone was cold.

Randy wiped the blood from his body, he didn't care about this kind of verbal insult, but suddenly became interested.

"Unfortunately, she was such an exemplary parent, ah, miss her making waffles."

Randy put it extremely lightly.

There is probably no more evil person in this world than the man in front of him.

"Kill me, bastard."

Colin didn't want to waste any more time.

click!
A dagger plunged into Colin's thigh in an instant, and with the steady stirring, it stimulated Colin's nerves.

But Colin just frowned, gritted his teeth, and didn't make a single decibel cry.

"Look, there are so many more interesting things in this world than death."

"We should be in awe of life."

"You're a pretty tough guy."

"Physical pain, I suppose, is only mange to you."

"Pain...death...all have no effect on you..."

"What...what on earth is it that arouses your fear?"

Randy opens the suitcase on the workbench and pulls out a document.

"Um……"

"Your team name."

"It gave me really interesting hints."

He slammed the document on it.

The blood-red sunglasses were shining brightly.

"It's a kind of Viking penal law."

"I'll make two cuts along the spine in your back near your ribcage, break your ribs, and finally tear out your lung lobes and suffocate you."

"This criminal law is called the blood eagle."

"It's rumored that if you don't say a word during the execution, even if you don't die on the battlefield, you can still enter the Hall of Valor and drink immortal wine with the gods."

Randy took a deep sniff, but still didn't smell the way he wanted.

Colin just looked gloomy and stared at him indifferently.

clap clap...

Randy clapped his hands. This level of toughness is rare even in his entire career, and he really deserves praise.

"But that's just a fool's joke, there is no Hall of Valor."

"No one cares about God or the devil or the communion table."

"So what about this?"

"Liberty City, Bay Villas, No. 101."

Then Randy read out a series of numbers.

The traitors in the Countermeasures Bureau betrayed all the information of many agents inside.

Colin could no longer keep his composure.

"what do you want to do?"

But in a passive situation, even getting angry is pointless, like laughing out loud in a room by yourself, it feels stupid.

"Agent Colin..."

"As I said before."

"You have a sense of responsibility, don't you, even for a woman who no longer belongs to you?"

"If it's her sitting here at this moment, can you empathize with her, or...that's the only way to really make you suffer."

Randy's tone was grim.

"Go ahead and try."

Colin spoke calmly.

However, for Randy, even if the other party does not speak, he can still know what the other party is going to say. Only 30.00% of the expressive power of words is content, and the remaining 70.00% is just emotion.

"You're afraid..."

"I smell it."

"That's your weakness, Colin."

clack clack...

Randy pushed the chair Colin was sitting on to the edge of the workbench, where there was a landline phone.

After the sound of the button sounds, Randy has already entered all the numbers, only dialing is left. If Colin makes a little sound, he will issue a death announcement to the other end of the phone. This is a wonderful hunt.

"listen."

"The rules of the game now are like this."

"I'll slit your back, break your ribs, and rip out your lungs."

"And you can't make a single decibel."

"otherwise……"

"What is waiting for you is not the Hall of Valor."

"It's hell. First, I will call to threaten her, make her live in anxiety, and finally kill her like I killed the woman just now."

"But if you persist for 10 minutes."

"She will be able to live a happy and fulfilling second half of her life."

"I do what I say."

"It's very difficult...Indeed, I may not even be able to do it. After all...these are lungs, my God, the air will flow out by itself."

"It's equivalent to saying that it's not as simple as making a sound or not."

"Even when the body is being turned into an anatomical engraving, you have to be completely still, like a stone without feeling."

"Oh……"

"There is no horror in this world that can surpass the indifference and cruelty of this frozen sun, and the long days of misty chaos."

Colin couldn't refuse.

He could not refuse the challenge.

Randy knew that he couldn't refuse at all, and had already started preparing the needed props on the workbench.

"It's interesting, even without any systematic study."

"I also became a surgical specialist."

"Maybe I should be a doctor."

"As for now."

In order not to interfere with the slight sweat and the friction between the scalpels, even the top surgeons are not as steady as Randy's hands, but considering the professionalism, he put on gloves. Although the environment is a bit harsh, there is no surgical stretcher, no searchlights, Without assistants, there is no sterile room.

But most importantly, there is no anesthetic.

"If you can survive, I think no one in this world can be called a tough guy except you."

The landline phone kept buzzing because the dialing was not finished.

Randy started.

(End of this chapter)