latent syndrome

Chapter 64
into the night.

The bright white moon was covered with a layer of tulle by the cloud, and the brightness of the light penetrating into the hotel windows plummeted, suddenly becoming dim.

A gust of wind blew past, making the window sash creak.

The light in the room was not turned on, and the tall man with his back to him had already noticed the change. Where Colin was sitting, the moonlight was covered by a shadow, and he was completely in shadow.

What is exciting is not just the 800 million reward offered by SCT, because the top cadre of the Los Angeles branch promised that if he can kill Colin, he can become a member of the SCT Los Angeles branch council.

That means that if SCT occupies Los Angeles, it will become one of the top managers of Los Angeles in the future. This is not a dream. In some parts of Europe, local management organizations have been completely infiltrated by SCT and become the source of the black industry. Earth, they have such terrifying financial resources.

that power.

This dose of unrivaled poison.

Colin is a step into the upper world, a trial.

"I advise you not to do that."

"You look like a second-rate guy."

His voice spread to the window, and the cold and stern tone seemed to make the surrounding temperature drop.

During this period of time, there are already five people who have come to snipe and kill Colin. Counting this person now, he is the sixth. The reason why he is still in Los Angeles is to resell the real estate in Moonlake Resort City. Next He was about to leave Los Angeles.

To a Zihuatanejo of his own.

Bloody pipelines spread out of the window like a spider web. These intertwined and squirming pipelines have a half-opened and closed horror eye in each intersecting position.

One of the killers was hinted as a demon. His vision was that he had super powers of observation. These eyes could not only observe without blind spots, but also see the blood flow and the contraction of organs hidden under the skin. , very real.

"Is it."

"Killing a psychopath makes you so conceited."

"You have no idea of ​​the vastness of the world."

"is God."

"God came to this planet and empowered the cursed."

"The more people who can get its approval, the more powerful they will be."

"The more people you kill, the more you can gain its favor."

The black-clothed killer said with a crazy smile. The people he slaughtered could fill a warehouse, and Colin was just another sacrifice to pray to God.

Colin turned around. The horrible scar and thin and gloomy face made him look like a desperado.

"Perhaps it is."

"god."

"God."

"devil."

"So you're a second-rate guy."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"The next thing I want to kill is..."

"Your father's child, your wife's husband, and possibly your child's support, someone your friends miss."

"And you, bet your fate on some madmen who have lost their minds, SCT."

Colin is tired of this shit.

da da da da...

The power of the infected far exceeds that of normal humans. Even a heavy machine gun, the MG42 known as the Nazi Saw, does not need a gun frame to be fixed on the ground for support. It is only a flesh and blood body that can bear the violent recoil.

The black-clothed killer held the machine gun in both hands and pulled the bolt.

The violent ammunition was vented.

The bullet casings fell out crazily and scattered all over the ground in a blink of an eye. The sparks propelled by the explosion of the bullet base turned the whole room into a fiery yellow.

The theoretical rate of fire of this gun is 1 to 1 rounds per minute. In fact, the maximum rate of fire can reach [-] rounds per minute. It was pulpy.

More than 20 bullets a second, all of which hit Colin's body like a torrential rain, and every part of his body began to shatter.

but……

He did not shed a drop of blood.

It's just that those places that were hit exploded into twisted and twisted centipedes, and in a blink of an eye they piled up into swarms of insects, covering the ground, squeezing each other, wriggling and rolling, terrifying to the point of suffocation.

"Your mental quality is very good."

"Breathing is regular."

"You have no fear yet."

Those centipedes quickly reorganized on his head, and even though his head was half gone, he was still talking.

The violent catharsis of the ammunition has passed, and the remaining amount of ammunition can only allow him to shoot in bursts to delay Colin's slowly approaching footsteps, but Colin turned a blind eye to the fatal pain.

"The fears engraved in everyone's genes are different."

"In ancient times, the nomads, they had to fight wild beasts, blurred flesh, fangs, pain and tearing, so what they were afraid of was... dull blood, some crude B-movies."

"Agricultural peoples need sacrifices to pray for the right weather, sacrifice the lives of some women and children, and wear blood-colored clothes. This sense of guilt has turned into undead and carved into their genes. What they fear are ghosts."

"And you……"

"Is it darkness?"

"No, darkness is just a disguise."

"It's the things in the dark that are scary."

"Just like the disease you are infected with, the unknown thing in the abyss."

"They're coming at you..."

A few paradoxical questions drive a low-control Infected mad, as does fear, the fear of the abyss.

The black-clothed killer's breathing was a little short. He didn't understand that the other party was also an infected person, so he could talk about these things and talk about gods as if nothing had happened!

"God will curse you!"

clack clack...

A few black spikes like the tail of a scorpion drilled out of the black-clothed killer's arm, connecting with slender bones and piercing directly into Colin's arm.

"This is an extremely painful toxin in the world. It will gradually corrode your neural network and cause you to die of brain shock in the torment. Even if your hint is a demon and possesses a terrifying recovery ability, there is no such thing in this case. any effect."

The black-clothed killer said coldly.

Colin looked at his hands, purple liquid was poured into it, and the skin and muscle tissue began to swell, accompanied by maddening pain. It was indeed the ultimate torture of a chemical reaction, [-] times more ferocious than alkali burns .

"What a clumsy trick."

Colin was expressionless.

With blood as water and bone as sand.

click!
The bright red guillotine rushed out, directly cutting off the black-clothed killer in half.

The body of the infected person transcends matter and consciousness, and is connected to the abyss. It is an incredible existence, and the black-clothed killer reorganizes his body in an instant.

The toxin will erode Colin's brain in about five seconds, and as long as he can last for five seconds, Colin will surely die.

Colin sensed his confidence in winning.

Waited for ten seconds.

Ke Lin's body still didn't respond, he didn't attack the killer.

"how is this possible?"

The hands of the black-clothed killer trembled, no one could not go into shock in this extreme pain, it was impossible.

"I deeply regret that I am indeed the type who is not afraid of injections when blood is collected for physical examination."

clack clack...

The berserk bright red guillotine ran over it, directly cutting and cracking the walls of the house, tearing the black-clothed killer into pieces together.

At last.

All the blood in the room sank into his shoes, and he got the vision of the black-clothed killer.

Stinger?
It's really useless ability, maybe it is effective for some weak people.

Ke Lin took out a box from his pocket and opened it. This was the deposit that Matsuka Hoshino had given him.

Inside was a metal syringe with an inscription of unknown meaning. Inside the glass vessel was some gray liquid, which was said to be the brain fluid of a madman and contained extremely mysterious power.

About submerged disease, about all of this, cosmic celestial bodies, so-called gods, there are still too many secrets unknown.

Colin was curious, but he was not very interested. He had to find a time to return it to her, and help her unlock the locator by the way. In Beverly Hills, he did owe her a favor.

After that, he looked at the mess in the room and called the front desk.

"I fell and broke some furniture and needed a room change."

"Yes, I will pay for all damaged furniture and repairs to the walls."

(End of this chapter)