latent syndrome

Chapter 73
Shusk district, inside the abandoned factory.

The mottled facilities are full of rust, and the faint yellow light makes the large space a bit dim.

There was a crowd of people inside, one after another tattooed gangsters wearing only vests were working on the iron table.

Some pour the fat into a large iron pot and boil until it boils, so that the dirt floats to the surface, and then the impurities are removed and mixed with other compounds to make soap.

Half of it extracted was processed with a separatory funnel and put into another pot. There was a yellow warning sticker on the outside of this iron pot, beware of an explosion.

Hundreds of people are working in an orderly manner.

And Di Yu was riding indoors on a stolen bicycle, pedaling at a not slow speed, and shouting while riding.

"You only work two hours a day, about a quarter of the normal time, without overtime."

"Want to earn 25 times the money of a waiter."

"As far as I don't take a dollar from you, I can add a hundred times more points."

"To sum up, I am ten thousand times better than the mayor of Los Angeles."

Di Kuo rode his bicycle around the narrow passage, showing off quite proudly, thinking it was a motto.

This remark really left a big white guy with a bald head and scar tattoo in his early 30s speechless.

"Do you have social insurance?"

He asked this way. He used to be a legend in the criminal world, and he was quite a ruthless character. Now that the SCT has taken over all his jobs, he had no choice but to join. He is not particularly afraid of the so-called top SCT cadres. It is social insurance, not life insurance.

boom……

After all, Di Kuma did not have the skills of a mountain bike expert, and the side of the tire hit an obstacle and fell directly to the ground.

"Hold."

He stood up and patted the ashes, and added: "Is this important?"

"You have been enslaved."

"Human consciousness is a tragedy in biological evolution."

"We know too much about ourselves, are shaped too much by the outside world, and are enslaved by the illusion of having ourselves."

"Back in time to the primitive era, you are facing a black bear with a height of three meters and a palm that can break a big tree. It has already rushed towards you."

"What are you going to do? Tell it, Hello, Mr. Xiong, I have medical insurance."

"No, friend."

"Fucking insurance, a man doesn't need to be protected, such a world makes people become cowards."

"Must clench your fist so you don't get crucified by fools."

Di Kuo tore open a bag of fat, poured it all into the iron pan, opened the valve of the gas tank to ignite the stove, and set it to boil.

He didn't understand, and this white man with a scar tattoo didn't want to understand either. He felt that it was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. Following the excited expressions of people around him, he felt it.

It wasn't an emotion of fear, it was just that it was too dangerous, far more dangerous than all the killers he had ever met.

Di Kuo watched the fat boil until the phone rang, which was the default ringtone of the system, and told a member of staff to take over the work and go to the fire escape to answer the phone.

"What? Those guys who went to Baishi Town are missing?"

"There is no reply, it's too useless."

Considering some problems in the SCT management system, it will inevitably be infiltrated, and Axiu passed this plan to the members of the council in descending order of the evaluation trust level. According to the actions of the countermeasure bureau, suspicious targets can be screened out to a certain extent.

"It's a big deal, okay?"

"Call a few more good players, real good players, just like the Countermeasures Bureau said, A-level infected people."

Di Kuo hung up the phone, he really wanted to go there in person, but there are important things to do here, and more blows are needed.

He dialed the phone to Heath, who was connected quickly there.

"We're going to make a big deal, okay?"

"Find a few ruthless characters, preferably a fucking professional racing driver."

"Got to find some extra money."

But what the other party said made Di Yu a little unhappy.

"What do you mean by repeated looting, upgraded security system, and infected defense?"

"I'll go myself, and teach those vampires a lesson."

Di Kuo went out of the fire escape, went to the factory exit and opened the shutter door, only to find that it was raining heavily outside.

"Hold."

"Look carefully, study hard, this is fucking energy saving and emission reduction."

Under the silent gaze of some people, Di Yu picked up the severely worn bicycle and pedaled it, and walked out of the factory in the heavy rain.

"It might really be a charity event."

A member brewed the soap solution and poured it into the prepared mold.

A college-educated criminal next to him replied: "You can do things with money, don't become mentally ill like other people."

This person is doing things in silence, not to say that SCT has no standards for recruiting personnel. Marginal people without children or families are the best. Due to the old-fashioned gangster morality, relatives of the deceased will be given family relocation expenses. Alimony, SCT will do the same. Without a set of relatively self-consistent rules to support it, SCT will not be able to reach the scale it is today.

But the vast majority of those who died in recent operations have nothing but tombstones with only names and unrealistic achievements. They were dragged into the abyss by Di Krow, their bodies were smashed, and they were lost forever. No one will miss them.

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A wetland in Southern California.

The gloomy sky continued to pour heavy rain, accompanied by faint thunder, and the wipers on the front window kept shaking to wipe away the precipitation like waves.

The vegetation is dense, and there are sporadic wooden shed buildings in the style of swamp culture along the way.

The roads are in terrible condition, with cracks and potholes all over the road, and because of the Liberty Alliance's trucking network, these sections also pass over heavy trucks that can crush the road.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, but it was as dark as evening.

Due to the bad road conditions and weather, the car did not drive fast, and it might take very late to arrive at Baishi Town.

Eugene had fallen asleep in the backseat, and Colin opened the window a third of the way to dust off the cigarettes.

Liszt did not show weakness, and resolutely turned on the air conditioner even in the rainstorm in the forest area.

At this time, the temperature in the car was less than ten degrees.

Although the activity and cold resistance of infected people are stronger than ordinary people, their body temperature will drop when they are sleeping. Coupled with the indoor temperature, Eugene woke up directly. He rubbed his arms with his hands crossed and did not sleep. Waking eyes full of tiredness.

Seeing that everyone was awake, Heller immediately started to work. She was fed up and said nothing for several hours.

"Have you seen those old B-movies?"

"I said no wonder there is a very familiar feeling."

"Five to eight college students traveled by car together, and found some accidents on the way. They either hit people, or broke down, or the car was tampered with during picnics and swimming. Anyway, their actions were restricted."

"Then they were going to ask someone for help, but unfortunately there was no mobile phone signal, and the location was isolated and helpless, and then the super perverted killer started haunting, so the **** is called a bloody man."

"Then the sheriff of the small town appeared, and it turned out to be a gang of perverts. Everyone was killed in a fancy way. It is best to have siblings. The elder brother died in order to protect the younger sister. The heroine under the influence of family affection and the will to survive exploded. After being slaughtered by the hard-boiled killer, he escaped from birth."

"Damn... I love this kind of plot so much, I will never get tired of it."

Heller said with great interest.

Liszt discovered that Heller has a strong desire to express.

"Instead of paying attention to the murderer, you should pay more attention to the man sitting behind you. He will smash his own bones into slag and spray them with blood pressure, and cut people in half. It is much more powerful than any murderer. gone."

Liszt was extremely active in the atmosphere.

"Father..."

Colin flicked the cigarette butt away without quality, and replied: "Who will become a monster who is [-] meters and wears a fucking medieval execution sackcloth hood."

Only Eugene felt something was wrong.

"The mayor's only daughter... Will this really happen to me?"

Eugene thought.

"Hold……"

Colin was speechless, there was indeed such a possibility.

I saw thick fog and haze on the road ahead, and the visibility was extremely poor. This made Liszt alert, because it is impossible for these two kinds of weather to appear at the same time.

"Be careful……"

Although Liszt said so, he switched to a higher gear instead.

(End of this chapter)