latent syndrome

Chapter 87
Los Angeles Metropolitan Area, St. Louis District.

In an extremely luxurious high-end restaurant, the completely useless 19-meter floor height is just to make the nave look more open and magnificent, indoor fountains, exquisite sculptures, black Baroque style and red silk vertical flags, exquisite lighting and bands, whether it is interior design As well as the soft decoration design, the taste is at the top.

As the most well-known and high-end restaurant in the St. Louis district, you may not be able to book a seat just by spending money, and you need a certain social relationship.

Several big names from the city council also dined here today with members of the ballet troupe on a world tour.

Restaurant kitchen.

A group of people wearing white chef uniforms with golden buttons are busy at work, but these clothes do not match their strong physique at all, they are obviously a few sizes smaller, like temporary clothes.

And their ferocious faces and sinister eyes are completely incompatible with chefs, and some of their faces have hideous scars or terrifying tattoos.

"Some customers are complaining that the food you cook doesn't taste right. Have you really been chefs before? Serve the food faster and add more seasonings. Anyway, those idiots won't be able to eat anything."

Di Kuo, who was wearing a chef's hat, looked a little funny. He personally demonstrated how to cook beef stew in red wine, pouring olive oil, chicken essence, and parsley frantically.

For this operation, Di Yu carefully selected some people who had worked in the catering industry in the organization, and each of them boasted more powerfully than the other. It's really fucking weird to be able to really taste the difference.

"It doesn't mean that the more seasonings, the better the dishes."

Heath retorted.

"Is curry paste a seasoning?"

Terry didn't know the difference between spices and various sauces.

Di Yu was shocked, and handed over the guidance of the kitchen to Sif. For more than an hour, he was the only one who had no problems with the meals. Di Yu now has a high degree of trust in him.

Because of his background as an agent, Seaver is proficient in various skills such as unlimited musical instruments, cooking skills, and art appreciation, and he is fully capable of handling this scene.

Di Kuo was extremely remorseful. He knew that he would not use methane to stun the head chef here. This Italian really has two brushes.

"The Good Life" filming scene.

The highest instruction from the SCT summit ordered Di Kuo to use the form of a documentary to show the humanistic care of SCT, so that young people can actively participate in the organization.

The cameraman used professional equipment to shoot at the back kitchen, and then pointed the camera at Di Kuo's position.

Aware of the camera, Di Kubrow was in a hurry, and quickly wiped his greasy hands on the apron, making a friendly appearance of a middle-aged woman yoga instructor with a happy face.

"Hey, hello."

Di Kuo waved his hand pretendingly, feeling a little stupid again.

"Can you pinch that part just now?"

"Hold."

Di Kuo cursed, canceled the embarrassing sway, and continued: "We are going to visit the people from the city council today, because they have included the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association in the list of illegal organizations."

"It was a big misunderstanding. We didn't have a parade, we didn't have any violence, or illegal occupation of public facilities. The activity room was also paid for rent. Everyone just got together and solved some troubles. Handicrafts, but they unreasonably confiscated the oven and coffee machine, and sealed off the activity room."

"This is Klein. He hasn't had a good life recently... he hasn't been very good."

Di Yu beckoned, and let a person who was very nervous, staring at the note and reciting his lines come over, and the camera lens also turned to the past.

Sifcher's hand stopped, and his heart was shocked. He didn't know what to do today, because not only people with SCT, but also some people who didn't know the truth, just participated in the testicular cancer mutual aid association, just thought it was normal Those "public welfare activities" I didn't expect to get the itinerary of the city councilors to stop here, but there are so many people around, it's hard to avoid the eyes and ears, I don't know if it's too late to send the message, I'm afraid it's too late, He had no choice but to go to the bathroom with an excuse and send the message to Grey.

The camera is focused on the person who recites the lines.

"Fuck...not the part just now, not the part where he recited his lines, are you ready?"

Di Yu patted the man on the shoulder, he also let out a long sigh of relief, made an OK gesture to the camera, and then began to perform.

Before joining SCT, this person had a star dream, studied acting, and went to Hollywood auditions many times, but he was always unsatisfied due to his ugly appearance.

"My wife and I always wanted to have kids, but we always disagreed."

"I always wanted a girl, but she wanted a boy."

"Just a week ago, she had two children, a boy and a girl, both healthy."

"A child with her new husband."

"I... bless them because..."

Speaking of this, his throat rolled, and he was a little crying, and he forced himself to finish: "Because she deserves it."

Di Kuo patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and said, "Thank you Klein for sharing."

Heath was very speechless. For the first time, Di Zuo didn't talk about his neuropathy theories, making it look like a serious testicular cancer mutual aid group. The SCT summit was such a terrible thing.

"Next, I will discuss with them. Everyone...doesn't want to lose this shelter."

After saying that, Di Yu's face was a bit sad.

Heath called out professionally, the best hundred actors of the era without you and I threw the magazine into the trash can.

At this time, a member whispered something into Di Yu's ear, and Di Yu took out a pistol from his arms.

"Don't fucking shoot it, turn it on later."

Di Kuo took off his chef's hat, and several important figures from the city council arrived.

2 minute later.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Three consecutive gunshots directly plunged Zhongtang, a high-end restaurant, into panic.

A group of thugs poured out from the back kitchen, holding machine guns or meat cleavers they took from the kitchen on the spur of the moment.

After reporting the situation, Seaver was alarmed by the gunshots and came out of the bathroom, hoping to reduce casualties.

All the customers in fancy clothes wanted to flee, but Hiss, who was holding a heavy machine gun, blocked the door and posted a CLOSE sign, indicating that there was no business.

The fire escape was also blocked by several gunmen.

After understanding the situation, all the customers knelt down with their heads in their hands, guessing that they had been robbed.

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

"I'm sorry everyone, this is filming, you can turn it on, and then you can eat as normal, we just want to talk to a few respected congressmen."

Under the coordination of all SCT members on the scene, order was restored. Everyone sat in the dining chairs with fearful faces and was at a loss, not interested in the exquisite dishes on the table. One of the male customers tried to call the police on his mobile phone.

boom!
Blood splattered, and a big hole was pierced through his temple, and he fell to the ground and died violently.

Di Kuo slapped the pistol on the table. This bloody scene made all the female guests scream, and the men in suits and leather shoes trembled with fear.

"Didn't you say...is this a public welfare activity?"

A member of the Mutual Aid Society with a somewhat green face was also a little frightened, not knowing what kind of organization he had joined.

Because the SCT and the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association are actually separate, the Los Angeles branch of the SCT is full of sensible people, and many of these people from activity rooms in various places were just odd jobs or ordinary people who were depressed.

Sev frowned, this would only make things worse.

Sure enough, after hearing such a reply, Di Yu's face became more and more gloomy. He took off his chef's attire, and inside was the khaki windbreaker he often wore. His vicious eyes were like snakes and scorpions.

"Of course it is a public welfare activity, but, many times... we have to eliminate some bad people."

"No one wants this to happen."

"This isn't playing tricks, kid."

"No one can do anything without determination, and to gain dignity you have to play...the killer."

Di Kuo sat at the city councilor's dining table, picked up a knife and fork to cut steaks for the big men opposite, and placed them on their plates very thoughtfully.

"But……"

The young man wanted to say something more.

"Can you fucking shut up."

boom!
Sif shot the young man in the arm, causing him to collapse in pain and howl, and Sif knew that if he continued, Diprow might order everyone present to be shot.

Di Kuo glanced at Sif unexpectedly, but he didn't take it seriously. This really needs some small lessons.

"Don't shoot in this situation."

Di Kuo saw that the photographer was still taking pictures.

"Uh... this, I will edit it, but I want to go back and watch some of the content to add to the fun. My girlfriend has a bit of a special hobby, you know."

The photographer said with some embarrassment.

Di Yu was speechless, this buddy was the one playing pervertedly.

"Given that many new members really don't know what our specific job is, let me demonstrate it next."

Di Kuo held the table knife tightly and stood up.

click...

click...

click...

He moved quickly, went around to the back of the opposite dining chair, and cut the throats of several people across the opposite side to bleed. The sprayed red slurry splashed all over the dining table, and all the dishes were splashed with impressionistic red ink.

Sev turned his head and couldn't bear to look.

At the dining table, there was only the last congressman who was panting violently, and a few sobbing members of the ballet troupe, while the other customers in the restaurant were holding their breath and trembling, the whole hall could be heard, afraid that it would be their turn .

"We are just taking back our due rights and overthrowing this... the blood-stained throne of the emperor."

"You have to tell me where the mayor is now, and I want to pay my respects to him. In addition, after you go back, don't seal up our activity room."

Di Yu sniffed the smell of the knife.

"Fuck, type AB blood."

He said so.

Finding that the atmosphere at the scene was too tense, including many new members who were as white as paper, Di Yu felt that he was a little negligent. In view of the spread of mutual aid associations, he originally wanted to bring some new troops to the world, because there is no danger at all in this operation , but the psychological construction aspect seems to be neglected, leading to overreaction.

It is true that systematic sergeant training is needed, and what is needed are extremely brave and kind people.

He decided to tell a joke to ease the embarrassment.

"Don't be so fucking sad."

"There is such a joke."

"The airport in Los Angeles is firing a salute, and the first sound is fired."

"Wife asks husband, why are you shooting cannons?"

"The husband replied that it was because the president was coming."

"The salute was fired a few more times, and the wife asked again, what happened? Did the first shot miss him?"

"Hahaha……"

Di Yu held his forehead and tried his best to restrain his smile, but instead smiled himself.

And others.

No one can laugh.

(End of this chapter)