latent syndrome.

106. Chapter 105. Crazy Movement
Husk District.

The gray sky under the cover of dark clouds is like lead injection, perhaps an illusion, like a high altitude area, the sky is heavy and oppressive, forcing people to breathe.

The cold wind continued, and the dusty drizzle drifted around. .

Waste newspapers and plastic bags were blown up and swayed by the wind. The dilapidated urban area was desolate. All kinds of garbage were soaked and oozing viscous filth, clogging the sewer system, and the puddles could cover the soles of shoes.

There were hoarse shouts from many abandoned factory buildings with rusty skin, which contained a spirit of madness and even obsession.

"You are not your profession, you are not the car you drive, you are not the money in your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear, you are not even your name."

"Everything you love, no matter how much you love it, will one day abandon you or die. Everything you create will be thrown away one day, and everything you're proud of will become trash one day."

He has an extremely short cropped head, a black suit uniform, a blue birthmark on his face, some scars on his forehead, his mouth seems to have been pierced by a bullet, there are bullet holes on one side, and burn marks on the back of his hand, like It was a horrible torture.

"YES SIR!"

Underground warehouses, hundreds of camp beds, rows of people in the same clothes standing solemnly with their hands behind their backs.

"If you find a way out of your limitations, that too is a trap. The desire to escape the trap only strengthens the trap."

"Don't do what you want to do."

Snapped……

He slapped someone across the face.

"YES SIR!"

The man responded without responding.

"Do what you don't want to do, do what you've been trained to think is completely wrong or even abhorrent."

The man with the birthmark hugged a person's head, almost screaming violently tearing his vocal cords.

"YES SIR!"

It's like a robot.

"The opposite of well-being, the adversary of God, becomes a liar, a villain, a villain."

"The universe is in the inevitable heat death, everything is festering and rotting."

"Do what you're afraid of."

"In this way, you will find that ordinary things become omnipotent hints, and the meaning hidden behind everything suddenly becomes clear."

"Everything becomes profound."

"The old world I felt in the past is just a person who passed away."

The birthmark man inspected all kinds of armaments while lecturing, ranging from nylon rope tactical daggers to sniper rifles and anti-tank bazookas.

Outside the warehouse, Di Yu rushed over when he heard the news, because this unnamed organization made unexpected actions without his own order, because he attached great importance to this organization and had already handed over all the channels of food and firearms to Without them, nothing can go wrong.

boom……

Di Kuo pushed open the door, panting a bit, seeing hundreds of people neatly lined up inside, all with the same gloomy face like clones, and all kinds of armaments piled up into an assembly line, others are a little stupid .

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Di Kuo reprimanded, and at the same time he saw that the wall was densely covered with city maps and architectural drawings stuck with magnetic nails or glue, and there were extremely professional marks on them, as well as arcs like a surveyor and various Color strategic identity.

Several members of the organization blocked the wall to prevent Di Yu from seeing it.

"Sir, the second rule is no doubt, not even the slightest doubt, sir."

The birthmark man replied calmly.

"I order you all to stop and it's up to you to explain what you're doing."

Di Yu's expression was as gloomy as water.

immediately.

These hundreds of people shouted in unison, words that shook the entire warehouse, and even the entire street. It was extremely loud, like a swearing-in meeting.

"SIR! The second rule is there can be no doubts! SIR!"

Hundreds of thick shouts piled together to form an enchanted spirit, even a strange field, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

Rao Di Yu was a little stunned, he didn't expect things to develop to such an extent, it seemed that he had played a little too much and had already started to lose control.

Maybe their spirit...has reached a level that they don't even understand.

Now I'm just the chief in name, and the real driving force of this organization comes from the ultimate universe that is trillions of times higher than I don't know.

"Too fucking..."

Di Kuo realized that this was too big, and he was completely emptied. This organization was completely isolated from SCT, and even the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association. , Some of them have already begun to acquire abilities, and with their mental strength, they are completely able to control themselves and not be killed violently by the backlash of the abyss. According to the strategy game, even the worst is B-level.

This is a kind of mighty force condensed by human will.

And with the trials, the number of people will only increase, and they don't even need to do anything by themselves, they have already become more and more perfect.

He immediately called Yaxiu, and the prelude to the rage had begun without warning. It was ridiculous to say that now SCT was going to cooperate with this organization that he was somewhat unfamiliar with.

Although Di Yu himself didn't know what these lunatics were going to do.

But one thing is indisputable.

"It's getting better..."

"It's getting better..."

Di Yu was a little excited. It would be great if a married woman was by his side. After calling Yaxiu, he thought of the woman who was working at the wedding scene a few months ago.

He dialed the phone and said straightforwardly.

"Do you want to have a shot?"

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The next afternoon.

Saint Louis district.

An extremely prosperous intersection, as a commercial area, has a lot of traffic. The surfaces of high-rise buildings are inlaid with giant LED displays, playing various advertisements for underwear or luxury goods, as well as promotional videos for crime movies or games.

The traffic police found a suspicious man, but due to jurisdictional reasons, he was not qualified to deal with it. The suspicious man had not committed any illegal acts at present, but he was too suspicious, so he notified the security police.

The man's hair was shaved short, and he was wearing a black coat. His expression was extremely solemn, so gloomy that he was about to drip water, as if a sergeant was standing guard. He stood at the edge of the crossroad with his hands behind his back, motionless.

Standing from six o'clock in the morning to now, three o'clock in the afternoon, for a full nine hours, I kept a posture from beginning to end, not only didn't eat, even my eyelids didn't even blink a few times, just stood upright like a sculpture, looking straight ahead, attracting attention. Many passers-by came to pay attention and take pictures.

Because it was too suspicious, and considering the recent turmoil in Los Angeles, this person might be some kind of dangerous element with explosives on his body.

So the police arranged for the sniper to use a tranquilizer gun to subdue him and take him back to the police station for interrogation.

result.

He can't ask a single word. It's not as simple as being dumb or having mental problems. Unable to destroy his psychological defense line, his face was expressionless from beginning to end, his eyes were looking straight ahead.

After checking the records, I found out that he was just an ordinary citizen, engaged in ordinary car washing work, but he had resigned three months ago, his parents were not in North America, and he had an older brother who also divorced a month ago, and his whereabouts have been strange since then.

Since he has no criminal record and no actual criminal acts, but considering his mental problems, he will be forced to do some diagnosis and treatment in a psychiatric hospital, which will take a few days.

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the next day.

It's still that crossroads.

The traffic policeman has never felt so weird in his life, because another suspicious man appeared at the intersection, with the same hair, clothes, and standing posture, but his appearance was different.

According to the monitoring, he has been standing for almost four hours since [-]:[-] in the morning. This strange phenomenon has attracted passers-by to watch and take pictures.

The traffic policeman felt that things were not that simple, so he called his superiors for instructions.

The result was a scalp tingling magical news.

Not just this intersection.

Throughout Los Angeles, hundreds of traffic arteries with a lot of people are standing like this person, motionless, but there is no crime, because the location is scattered, it does not constitute a gathering of people to affect public order, and they do not speak, like It's like declaring some kind of power.

It was as if the whole city had been possessed by an evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)