latent syndrome

Chapter 90. Empire
Since Debrow killed several city councilors and threatened one of them, the seizure of the activity room eased, and the testicular cancer mutual aid group spread like capillaries throughout Los Angeles.

The funds obtained through looting have also been continuously transformed into strength, making this joke-like name a frightening illegal organization.

There are rumors in the activity rooms of many mutual aid associations in the city that when the bank card cannot represent you, the car you drive cannot represent you, and the clothes cannot represent you, these are no longer components of personal will, but appendages of personal will, just like Garbage, like waste, throw everything away, become a real man, when you think you are ready, you can participate in the trial.

trial.

Like some kind of childish medieval joke, like Don Quixote fighting the windmill, modern people will only hear it as absurd and strange talk after dinner.

But the requirement to participate in the trial is...

Not just without any pay.

Instead, five hundred union currency was required for uniform and burial expenses.

what a...

Bizarre.

It seemed that it was really a trial, a trial about a real man.

those words.

【This world is your cradle and your trap. 】

【Your birth was a mistake, and it will take a lifetime to correct it. 】

[You need male hormones to sign a death pact. 】

【Whether you want to go to hell is irrelevant, people are already living in hell. 】

[Only the extremely strong can contend against the devil among the devils. 】

These words, like a magical spell, poured into the human mind.

Those who had already been cleansed by the testicular cancer mutual aid association could no longer hold back, and the divorce rate in Los Angeles skyrocketed in an instant, especially in the Husk District, St. Louis District, and the industrial areas outside the city, where the divorce rate was as high as 70.00 %, it seems to indicate that there are thousands of men who have betrayed their families and come to participate in this so-called trial.

legend.

As long as you pass the trial, you can enter an organization whose name no one knows, temple, sanctuary, brotherhood, etc., have been spread in various ways.

The first rule of testicular cancer fraternity groups is not to mention it, but few people do.

And the people in this organization do it all.

Just like an urban legend, it has a huge appeal.

Depression, poverty, depression, failed marriages, cows who only buy discounted food in the supermarket and don’t wash their hair for three days, cowards with mediocre grades who are bullied in school, white women with big breasts sitting on their faces The secretary who dictates the boss, the social media ignorant freak who fools the masses.

All LOSER who have been insulted, ridiculed, teased, ridiculed, and failed are eager to become one.

real man.

Dim warehouse, bunk beds, old-fashioned TVs only show news programs.

One after another, men wearing white vests, black jackets, jeans and boots look like robots with expressionless faces.

"This is your life."

"Every minute is coming to an end."

"A state of disorganization accomplishes nothing."

"Discipline...it's important."

"Iron-like discipline."

Some people say that the leader of that organization is mentally ill, some people say that he does not have to sleep for seven days, some people say that he can lift a bathtub and smash people to death, these are not certain.

But at least one thing is beyond doubt.

He is from Far East Siberia, and he folds the quilts neatly like 3D modeling cubes.

"YES SIR!"

There was a unanimous voice full of vitality echoing around.

Yaxiu couldn't understand at all, he didn't know what Di Yu was doing at all.

Go out of the warehouse basement and open the door of the abandoned hospital.

wow wow wow...

Dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, thunder billowed, and torrential rain poured down like pillars.

In front of the gate of the abandoned hospital, there were two rows of people standing impressively. There were six people in total. Each of them stood against the rainwater in a very standard manner. There were luggage bags beside them, which contained the burial expenses and bedding for participating in the trial. They all stood expressionless like robots.

Di Yu walked up to the first person and cursed loudly.

"You're so fucking ugly."

"We don't need you."

"Go away."

After he finished cursing, the man with the black birthmark on his face still didn't leave, but stood there solemnly, motionless.

Di Yu picked up a wooden stick and beat him on the leg, but the man didn't say a word.

He didn't say anything else, and went back to the hospital with Yaxiu.

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Day two.

Ash went out.

There are still strong winds and heavy rain, making it even more desolate in this dilapidated neighborhood.

The six people outside the door stood in such an environment for a whole day and night, motionless, with solemn expressions, without blinking their eyes.

"We don't need you."

"Someone will shoot us."

"Do you like that? Huh?"

"Like hunting deer."

"A hole was blown out of your head, blood was gurgling, and all your brains flowed out. No one knew your name."

Seeing that the man's expression didn't change in any way.

Yaxiu slapped the birthmark man on the face hard, insulting him.

"Go away."

"You're disgusting."

Yaxiu still didn't forget to humiliate the people around him, beat them with wooden sticks, and told them to roll away.

But they still didn't respond at all, they just stood there without saying a word, neither sleeping nor eating.

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Day three.

Di Yu walked out the door.

It rained continuously for three days and three nights.

"Do you think this is fun?" Di Yu was very speechless.

Those few people were still standing outside the door.

Di Yu's tone was light, and he said: "You don't have to join our organization, you don't need to prove anything, think about your wife, think about your children, it might be meaningless, just... go home .”

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Early morning of the fourth day.

Wind and sunshine.

Di Kuo and Ashius went out together.

The six people still stood there motionless, without eating or sleeping for three days and three nights, and were subjected to insults and words that made people give up.

Their bodies are visibly thin, but their faces are still expressionless.

Di Kuo lit a cigarette, and asked lightly, "Have you brought the uniform fee and burial fee of [-] union coins, right?"

He took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"YES SIR!"

The men finally spoke.

They were taken to the underground warehouse, their heads were shaved, they were put on uniforms, and the bedding was spread on the upper and lower bunks.

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fifth day.

The man with the birthmark pushed open the gate of the abandoned hospital. The barbed wire fence was already broken, the neglected trees were completely decayed, and the roads were full of potholes. No neighborhood in Los Angeles was more desolate than this one.

I saw two rows of people standing in front of the door, adding up to about 34 people, all of them looked solemn, standing there in a very standard posture, with luggage bags beside them.

The man with the birthmark slapped the first person on the face and cursed.

"You are too fat, like a fucking fat pig, we don't need you."

The birthmarked man let go of his collar.

After the man was stunned for a while, he picked up his luggage and left here.

But there were still more than 30 people standing blankly.

"You're too short, get out of here."

He randomly found a few people to insult and beat them with a wooden stick, and finally found a person who really couldn't find any faults.

"you……"

After the man with the birthmark grabbed his hair, he was stunned for a while, and said, "Your hair is too fucking golden."

He continued to add: "You don't need to prove anything, and you have nothing to prove, and joining here doesn't explain anything, just... go home."

After the birthmark man finished speaking, he went back directly.

Those who stayed behind still maintained an incomparably standard standing posture, motionless.

(End of this chapter)