latent syndrome

Chapter 70. Empire
Husk District.

At night in the poor streets, public facilities lack financial assistance. Not only are plastic bags and waste newspapers littered with garbage, but the asphalt roads are also full of potholes. On every street, ragged homeless people set up tents, or gather together, use iron Barrels filled with rubbish were burned for warmth.

This urban area and the St. Louis area are the main activities of SCT, and they focus on the bottom people and some ordinary workers who cannot make ends meet.

In a dilapidated three-story villa, a poster of a David Fincher movie hangs on the wall.

Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid is going undercover.

Through multiple crimes, Sif carried out some sabotage operations, assassinated some key figures, ransacked some mansions, and provided SCT with a large amount of funds for activities. , has the power to decide some matters.

He has already learned that Dibrow is going to attack the mayor, and he has informed Gray through Morse code that he must lurk beside them to obtain further information.

Because more than half a month ago, SCT mobilized foreign personnel to conduct a confrontation with the Countermeasures Bureau, and both sides suffered a little bit of vitality. Di Yu planned to infiltrate Los Angeles in other ways.

Tonight, Di Yu held a meeting here, saying that he was going to do some team building activities.

"Oh~ hit!"

Di Kuo let out a strange cry. He was playing with the nunchaku, but he was not proficient enough, so he hit his head with a bang.

"Hold."

He supported his head, slammed his nunchaku on the ground, and kicked him a few meters away.

All the people are tactical black faces, they can squeeze out ink, but they refrained from making a sound.

"All right, all over here."

Di Kuo clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Everyone here is a person who has made great contributions to the recent operations. I think it is necessary to explain to you the focus of the next operation."

"In order to keep up with the times, we must have Internet thinking."

"We must find the differentiated track of the team, discover the vertical fields that different individuals are good at, and be able to respond quickly in the process of interacting with the industry. Through the simple reuse of potential energy accumulation and the focused play of combining points and lines, we must find the Red Sea industry. The refinement tipping point to realize value transformation.”

Next, Di Kuo used a lot of weird words, set-ups, combined punches, and result-oriented.

Literally no one can understand.

Internet thinking is harmful... A member of the parliament sighed secretly.

"I don't really understand Internet thinking."

Heath told the truth.

Di Yu didn't know what to say. This man's knowledge was not extensive enough, and his behavior style was always simple and rude.

Heath's friend Terry looked around in a daze, and everyone else understood, so he asked: "What is the Internet?"

Di Yu was startled, this one was even more important.

"It's like the fucking Arhats, you can't let a lot of people know what you do, you have to have a professional team with a clear division of labor."

"Next I'll show you guys, we're going to a plastic surgery clinic to steal some fat."

"Part of it is made into soap, and the waste is recycled. The hamburgers and Coke they eat are recycled and processed, and then sold to those idiots for bathing."

Immediately afterwards, he said in an extremely crappy oriental tone: "Put the way with strange people, and put yourself in front of strange people."

"The rest... you know."

"BOOM!"

"Okay, get the sheets and pliers, we're going to do something big."

Two 10 minutes later.

A remote parking lot in the Saint-Louis district.

According to Di Kuo's battle plan, a group of people first drove the car to the designated location in advance to meet them, and then the main thief rode to the destination on a bicycle, and while doing public welfare physical exercise, they could also harvest a batch of vehicles.

The doorman has been brought down by a member.

Seventy or eighty people stole bicycles in a mighty manner in the parking lot. Di Yu was the first to use a vise to pinch off the lock of a bicycle, and pedaled on it without saying a word.

Others followed suit, pinching off with pliers and kicking up.

Perhaps there was a communication problem at the beginning. Some people did not put the bedding in the car, but brought it directly.

"Damn it, I forgot to put the bedding on the pick-up car."

One member used pliers to cut off the bicycle lock, but he did not bring a rope to tie the quilt to the rear frame. In addition, the quilt was too big even if it was folded up, and all kinds of constraints made it difficult to use.

The vast majority of people are normal, only four or five people have done such stupid things.

Sev's expression was gloomy, because most of the SCTs were desperadoes who licked their blood, and some of them didn't even study elementary school. It's not surprising that they did such stupid things.

"Hurry up and apply for the Nobel Prize, genius." The Diprow was also speechless, and added after pondering for a while: "Complaining can't solve anything. This is indeed my negligence. I lack methodology. There are many loopholes, and more actions are needed to refine the precipitation to find a strong grip, realize the coupling of team values, and build a strong bond of the critical path."

Some people secretly slandered, can you stop that fucking Internet thinking, I don’t know when this damn team building activity will end.

But there are also many people who enjoy it.

Say it.

Di Kuo took the quilt and demonstrated it himself. He put the blue quilt with swans on his back and tied a knot around his chest, like a cloak.

That's how he planned to ride his bicycle to the plastic surgery clinic.

"That's fine."

"They all use the Gude map, right?"

"Find the plastic surgery hospital that was marked before."

"In groups of four."

"Steal all the fat in the mother city."

Di Yu had just finished speaking.

"Can I act with you?"

Sev asked.

The eyes of the people around were focused on. The leader of the organization called "Fire Crow" was eager for quick success, and some of his actions would inevitably attract hostility.

"Of course, if there's no problem, let's all fucking go, Wow!"

After exaggerated cheers and shouts, Di Yu rushed out of the parking lot on his bicycle with a bed sheet on, and then seven NO.80 people also rushed out on bicycles.

Four 10 minutes later.

The back door of a plastic surgery hospital in St. George's District.

Buckets of blue plastic barrels of medical waste are stacked inside barbed wire.

Sif, Dibrow, and two people came to the storage place for medical waste. It was late at night and there was no one around.

A few people threw off their bicycles and ran straight over. Di Yu untied the quilts on his back, hung them directly on the blades of the barbed wire, and then scrambled up along the nets. Find it, and take out a bag of white plastic bags with pollution marks engraved on them.

These bags are quite big, and each bag can hold about [-] liters. With the methodical work of Di Kuo and others, bags of yellow, red and white fat extracted from the human body were carried outside the barbed wire.

Until everything is looted.

Di Kuo turned back to the outside and raised his hands up to pick up the last bag of fat. As a result, the bag accidentally hooked the blade and broke a little, and the fat seeped out of the hole.

"Fuck...fuck."

Di Kuo cursed a few times and tried to seal the hole with his hands, but all the fat got on his hands.

Just when several people were in a hurry.

A patrolling security officer is walking towards here with a flashlight. Since these medical wastes need to be controlled, someone must be guarded.

He has already found Di Yu and the others, but Di Yu, who is busy, has no time to take care of them.

Sif's heart tightened, but Di Yu was beside him, and he opened his mouth to remind the man that he would expose himself. He quickly crossed his hands and made a prohibitive gesture, saying with his lips that they will kill you.

But the security personnel ignored him at all.

"What are you doing?"

He swung his flashlight over and yelled loudly.

Accompanied by the glare of light and powerful shouts, even Di Kuo could react no matter how busy he was.

"Damn it, get him caught."

Following Di Yu's order, one of the infected subordinates threw the last bag of broken fat directly, and he caught him within a few steps.

Di Kuo also took out his pistol and pointed it at his head.

Sev turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, unable to bear to look.

boom!
A shot went off.

Several seconds passed.

Sev opened his eyes but didn't see the scene of blood spattering.

"If you dare to call the police, I will come back and kill you. This is not a joke."

"Also, you should join a testicular cancer support group, shaking is not a good habit."

It turned out that Di Yu fired an empty gun.

Immediately afterwards, a car drove up, and Di Yu and the remaining two put all the fat in the trunk, and then jumped into the car.

As the engine started, Sev looked at the security guard who was paralyzed on the ground with complicated eyes. He had already peed his pants.

Sev knew that this madness would only spread like a virus.

He didn't hesitate anymore, got into the back seat, and left with Di Yu.

As white smoke emitted from the exhaust of the car, a group of people walked away.

At the same time, this crazy operation was being carried out in various plastic surgery hospitals in Los Angeles.

(End of this chapter)