latent syndrome.

Chapter 109 108. Destruction of the First Type

Harbor area.

On the top floor of a high-rise building, the turbulent airflow formed a gust of wind, blowing the hem of the khaki windbreaker.

"The Good Life" filming scene.

A canopy was set up on the 300-meter-high rooftop, and the photographer was using professional equipment to record the street view overlooking the city, and finally the focus of the camera was on the position of the stock exchange.

"Well... finally found it."

Di Kuo held the military binoculars in front of his eyes and was looking around. Since there are many office buildings nearby, he wanted to conduct a "room round" to see if there were any managers and presidents playing tricks with the secretary in the office. After more than an hour, I found nothing, and now I finally saw some signs. In a spacious office, a man and a woman are sitting very close to each other. Because they are too far away, I don't know what they are doing.

But Di Yu would rather kill by mistake than let one go.

"Aren't you good at playing with sniper rifles?"

Di Yu told his subordinates about his requirements. This subordinate used to be a professional killer and was called "Pluto". At first glance, he looks like a master among the masters. Although he is not an infected person, he has a specialization in surgery. As long as he is given the designated equipment and props with surgical techniques, even an S-level infected person can be killed.

"Eh... Boss, the wind is too strong here, and the distance is also very far."

When the killer used the magnification lens to find the place that Di Kuo said, he was shocked, because a man and woman in suits and leather shoes were doing something wrong on the sofa. Because it was a sniper rifle magnification lens, they could see it very clearly.

And Di Yu's order is simply speechless and speechless to attend the memorial service, so speechless to cry.

Di Yu asked him to snipe that room, break some potted plants or furnishings, and give them some color to see.

"I hit you, I'll give you 5 yuan."

Di Yu believes that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward.

Pluto was speechless. He set up a sniper rifle on the edge of the roof, leaned down and observed the direction with the scope, and used some flags as references to feel the downwind direction and approximate wind speed.

boom!
A loud bang.

"Hold!"

Di Yu was immediately dumbfounded, not that the killer missed the shot, but that he shot directly at the man, spattered some blood, hit his leg, he should have not died, and the two immediately separated and started messing around. Group, the woman seems to be on the phone, she should be calling an ambulance or something.

"Awesome, brother."

He put down the binoculars, took a stack of money from the suitcase and gave it to the killer.

The killer accepted the money, and he has never been so speechless in his life.

"How much progress is there?"

Di Kuo asked the photographer, the reason why SCT established a branch in Los Angeles, in addition to sabotage, but also conscious construction.

"It's about 40%, and there are still a lot of shots. The plane attack has been filmed in the first few days, and the collapse of the exchange, and then there is the election. It is necessary to have friendly communication with the citizens and some scenes of protest. Finally, we will usher in the election. At the end of the climax, can you die by then, Mr. Di Kuo."

asked the photographer.

"Hey, hey...don't bully honest people. Although I am gentle by nature, I am the top person in charge of Los Angeles."

Di Yu didn't expect him to talk to him like this. The photographer sent by the headquarters is too arrogant.

"No, if you die, you can make it a little more tragic, as the plot requires."

The photographer replied truthfully.

"Well... I decided to find someone to run for the election. I won't go. This plot is too fucking scary."

Di Yu was very embarrassed, because the headquarters wanted to make an epic documentary, a story that turned ignorance into tragic and tear-jerking, and he couldn't change the script.

At this moment, Di Yu's cell phone rang, and it was an extremely vulgar and breathless little yellow song.

The ten or so people on the rooftop were all speechless, and Di Yu always had endless show operations.

"what's up?"

Di Yu knew that unless it was something very urgent, he would not call himself.

After a few words on the phone.

Di Yu's expression changed drastically, and his face darkened instantly.

"I knew these people were unreliable."

"Notify them urgently, it is time to evacuate, and there should be no more losses."

After all, he hung up the phone. He knew that these people were useless. During the meeting in the Emperor Crown Building a few months ago, they all looked like heavenly kings with slumped faces. , the only role is to help myself earn some funds, which is quite considerable, and there is no need to apply for expenses from the headquarters, so the pressure is much less.

It seems that the Countermeasure Bureau's infiltration of itself is much more serious than expected, but that's okay, many surrenderers are also sending signals to themselves.

Now that the intelligence of the countermeasure bureau has been collected to a certain extent, it has begun to collect the network, and the organization that has been incorporated into the SCT has begun to be wiped out. In just one morning, more than forty places have suffered disasters.

The so-called Infected Organization, those leaders are only at the A-level level, which is not enough.

Although the overall combat power did not hurt much vitality, it dealt a heavy blow to the economy.

"Fuck you..."

Di Yu subconsciously kicked down the stone sill on the edge of the roof, and as a result, he felt severe pain in his toes. With so many people watching, he insisted on remaining silent.

But fortunately, the organization he created is taking effective actions. Although Di Yu himself can't understand what they are doing, it is a good thing anyway.

But it is uncontrollable factor after all.

Now that the time is slowly ripening, the application will not be rejected this time.

"What are you supposed to do, I'll leave for a while."

After Di Yu gave the order, he left the rooftop, entered the fire exit, found a hidden place, and entered a series of numbers on the dial pad.

20 seconds later.

The phone is connected.

"Luocheng Branch, Di Yu, help me transfer to the Foreign Ministry."

20 seconds later.

The call is forwarded.

"The foreign condemnation document has been signed, you can take a look at it first."

Di Yu took out a cigarette and smoked it.

But the other party seemed to say something, which made him frown.

"Don't mess with me, okay?"

"I'm about to be fucking fucked up."

"My place is full of fucking bastards. What I want is a hunk, understand? A hunk!"

"Tell your manager, if you still don't agree this time, I will resign directly. I will quit this job B."

"If you want to chase me down, just chase me down."

"Fuck your fucking foreign ministry, fuck your fucking summit, fuck!"

Di Kuo was almost furious. It was already very uncomfortable not to let him participate in the plot design for such a fun thing to make a movie. Now that he is being constrained by various constraints, he might as well put off his work in Europe. It’s too painful to stay in this poor place, he’s had enough Liberal Union-style dumbass English.

After a few seconds of silence, the other party communicated with the management of the department.

Replied to Di Yu.

All of a sudden, Di Yu was full of energy and no hostility, although he said he would have to wait a few days, because it was difficult to book air tickets recently.

"Are you sure?"

"On the basis of ten people."

"There is also the No. 11 in the combat catalog?"

After getting a definite answer, Di Yu hung up the phone with peace of mind.

Because No.11 in the combat catalog means.

Probably the No.11 strongest man in this universe.

Di Yu returned to the rooftop.

The strong wind was blowing, making the hem of the clothes rattle.

The photographer looked at his watch, it was already time, he concentrated, and adjusted the camera to shoot this scene.

The sky was gray and dark clouds oppressed the environment.

"Damn it, the world is like a woman, you can't directly...but first."

"Some foreplay."

His voice just fell.

lb!
A loud bang pierced through the sky, and a large amount of earth and rocks were blown away, creating fiery flame storms and dust waves, and the black billowing smoke crazily spread.

The stock exchange was blown into a huge gap, and one side of the lower floor could not bear the internal force from the upper floor, so it slowly collapsed to one side.

The building collapsed, earth-shattering.

Even standing at a height of several hundred meters.

You can also hear car sirens rolling in like the doomsday, and people screaming.

There is also an air defense siren.

"My girlfriend will love it."

The photographer said while recording.

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

(End of this chapter)