latent syndrome.

Chapter 11. Cohen
Cohen: PART1
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A steelmaking factory covering an area of ​​[-] square meters.

Thick smoke from the coke spewed out from the chimney, and all the equipment was covered with old rust. The hot scarlet molten iron flowed slowly in the ditch, exuding the power of tenth-grade burning.

The intense heat made the people here sweat profusely, and the black dust raised by the carbon material seeped into the poor-quality work clothes, adhering to the skin and mixing with the sweat.

The dazzling flames illuminated the entire steelmaking plant bright red, and with the piercing alarm bells ringing, the day came to an end.

"It's said on the news that you kill old people and children. Is that true?"

A young man put down his coal shovel and made an insult to Cohn.

As anti-war sentiment in the Liberty League ran high, veterans were not treated like heroes and branded as killing machines and rapists.

Cohen ignored it.

"You have to stay on duty overnight."

It was a manager who was a little younger than him. He was transferred from the headquarters to inspect the factory and patted him on the shoulder.

Cohen couldn't say no.

I thought it was just a special case this time.

however.

After that it became the norm, until one night on duty for two consecutive days.

"Go back, I'll watch for you at night."

Cohen's comrade-in-arms seemed to have discovered something, reminding him so.

he's returned home.

It was a cheap house left over from the last century, with peeling skins and falling into disrepair.

When Cohen returned home, he witnessed his wife committing adultery with a man drawn from headquarters.

That scene was too ugly and nasty.

But Cohen didn't react too much, and he didn't show extreme anger, but the painful memories of the wartime were intertwined with that scene.

He only felt that his blood was rushing like a column, like a fountain spewing out in the rhythm of crying.He could clearly hear the blood rushing, but he couldn't feel where the wound was.

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Cohen: PART2
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A month later.

hospital.

Cohen's ex-wife, a hospital nurse, has signed the divorce papers.

Custody of the child is vested in Cohen.

In the dark corridor, the incandescent tubes emitting faint light, the cold iron beds arranged on both sides of the corridor are as neat as an army,

Cohen smelled a smell, like the musty smell of rotting vegetation after burning, and he found that these haggard people who lived in the corridor had one thing in common.

They all have a pair of rough palms. On the swollen and worn backs of their hands, countless small broken scratches are covered with black lines due to the erosion of dirt over the years.

Even if there was no sound, Cohen could hear wailing from his curled up body and distorted face.

The next day.

factory.

He didn't give up his job in the steel mill, and within a few years, he would be able to get his pension.

Cohen has always had a bad premonition. He is afraid that the woman will fight for the custody of the child, and that the lover will get rid of himself because of the impact on the status of the company if the matter is revealed.

His premonition came true.

Cohen's ex-wife conspired with her lover to tamper with the stove nut.

When Cohen went to operate the hot blast stove, hot gas leaked.

The high temperature of thousands of degrees made his whole body burn with flames.

He was born.

He fights.

he dies.

The wheat field was golden, and a group of crows flew across the sky screaming.

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"It was his obsession that brought him back to life as a monster."

The veteran raised his hands together, motioning for Eugene and the two to arrest him.

"But I didn't expect him to do this. Those innocent people would also die together. If I could have stopped him at that time..."

He didn't know that the situation would develop to such a serious point.

Colin stubbed out the cigarette butt. He didn't want to hear these bad things at all. Cohen must have contracted abyssalism if he survived. He just wanted to know Cohen's follow-up actions.

"You are his friend. He should have told you something, such as keeping you and your family away from any place."

Even though Colin couldn't help himself in investigating these things, when Gray said that there were still large-scale explosions, Colin realized what she meant by SCT, the cancer of civilization.

Eugene has already sent Cohen's information to the Los Angeles Police Department, asking them to issue a wanted warrant and search the city.

"He did say that." The veteran said after thinking for a while, "He said that he should not go to the Los Angeles Stock Exchange recently, but that was said a few days ago."

Colin was a little surprised. The securities trading institution belongs to the Union Savings Bank, which is the largest holder of the debts of the states. It obtains power directly from the Union Congress and exercises responsibilities such as formulating monetary policy and supervising financial institutions. If an attack occurs, it will lose credibility. greatly reduced.

Ban it directly to curb SCT's actions?
It's not realistic, as the financial center of Los Angeles, even if it stops operating for an hour, it will cause huge losses.

The situation is so serious that it is far beyond Ke Lin's imagination. Now there is no delay for a minute. He used to work in the financial industry, and many people who have intersected with him work in the exchange. Seeing them die, just sitting there waiting to die like this, not to mention it will affect civilians. If the explosion is really carried out, the consequences will be unimaginable, so he has to call Gray for instructions.

However, Gray seemed to be busy with something and couldn't get through.

"Damn."

Colin couldn't care less, he left and found Eugene's off-road pickup truck, and sat in the driving seat.

Eugene never expected that Ke Lin's performance was completely different from his before. Is he really that decadent uncle?Just rushing to find death?
What she didn't know was that Colin had the ability to go back in time.

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Cohen: PART3
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The taverns in the slums have cracked floors and extremely poor sanitation.

The old picture tube TVs played underwear shows, and occasionally there were color blocks and noise due to poor contact.

A wooden ceiling fan is crumbling and a customer spits on the floor.

Cheap spirits and smoked meats are the only pastimes for the lower class.

Cohen's eyes were all attracted by the neighboring tables. They didn't look like gang members, but from the perspective of aura, they looked like some desperadoes.

One of them has green eyes like a poisonous snake, and a crazy and confident conversation.

"Ah, I really want to be a model in an underwear show."

One took a sip of wine and stared at the TV intently.

"It's so useless, it's a useless performance. Real men don't say it when they want to be models in underwear shows, but directly pretend to be financial tycoons."

Di Yu nodded, thinking it was a motto.

"Is the dynamite you ordered ready?"

Just as Di Yu finished speaking, a tall man grabbed hold of his collar, and the wine in his hand spilled all over the floor.

"You said you could get explosives?"

Cohen's expression was extremely cold. Even if these people were really ruthless characters, he was not afraid, because he had obtained supernatural special abilities.

Several of Di Brow's subordinates were about to draw out their guns to kill Cohen, but Di Brow gave him a hand to tell them not to act rashly.

"What? Do you want to buy it? Or... grab it directly? I don't recommend either, I will give it to you directly."

Di Kuo, who was grabbed by the collar, was not angry at all.

On the contrary, Cohen was stunned. He didn't expect Di Yu to answer like this, and let go of his hand.

"Tell me, where to bomb, I like you the most, bomber, oh!"

Di Kuo let out an exaggerated applause, took a cigarette from the table and lit it.

Cohen is ready for revenge. His ex-wife has left North America with their children and their whereabouts are unknown. Now he wants to kill the man who took everything from him, and destroy the head office that interpreted the accident as an operational error.

Hearing the location chosen by Cohen, Di Kuo scratched his ears, a little disdainful.

"You want to blow up a manufacturing company? You are very angry, sir."

"Can you tell me why? Why do you have to make trouble with some white-collar workers?"

Di Kuo took a drag on his cigarette and stared at Cohen with great interest.

"It's none of your business."

Cohen was expressionless.

"Is it?"

Di Kuo laughed dryly and added.

"I can probably guess what you are for, it is nothing more than those labor disputes."

"But for me, violence is not going to solve the problem."

"Depend on this."

Di Yu nodded his temple, and continued talking.

"We have to find the root of the problem. Blowing up the company won't solve anything. It can only be done for a while. We must know what caused all this, and then eradicate the source of corruption."

"It's currency, yes, it's currency."

"Sometimes I find something really scary."

"Just as the strong must dominate the weak, so the wise must dominate the stupid."

Di Yu pretended to be frightened, and put his head in his hands as if frightened.

"If you think about it, your child will apply for majors such as civil engineering and information technology."

"But your boss's kids tend to be in business administration, or fucking finance economics."

Di Yu trembled all over, but he pretended to be extremely unreal, like a zombie twisting his body.

"What are you talking about?"

Cohen didn't want to listen to Diprow's nonsense.

"I just want to say that money is the root of all injustice."

"It's just a kind of paper itself, but its symbolic meaning is too strong, causing people to mistake it for some kind of truth."

"In fact, its essence is the value created by people. This is the root of everything. The root cause is that many people have many currencies without creating value."

"Those people stole the value we created, then allocated it to the least resources, and then created consumerism that puts money first and entertainment to death, enslaving us for generations."

"Yes, my friend, wise men will weave traps for us to jump into."

"The sons of the poor are laborers, and the daughters are prostitutes, life after life."

"But as far as I'm concerned, now... fools are going to fight back!"

Debrow put his hand on Cohen's shoulder.

"We have to blow up the stock exchange as a wake-up call."

(End of this chapter)