latent syndrome.

114 Chapter 113. The Vulture

Mexico.

northern wilderness.

In the boundless Gobi, huge red bare rocks with a smooth surface eroded by the wind are entrenched everywhere, and tough shrubs and some small plants still grow in the arid gravel desert.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, scorching heat waves, and the breeze rolled the sand and gravel on the ground, raising smoke and dust, rolling and blowing.

Several Indian vultures with messy feathers and scars circled in the sky, flapped their wings at last, and landed on a human corpse in the rubble pile, pecking at the festering carrion and growing insect eggs with their beaks.

Behind the corpse, barbed wire fences surrounded several dense buildings, and many sentry towers were built. Heavy machine guns were mounted on the watchtowers, but they seemed to have not been used for a long time. They were covered with sand and dust, and no one guarded them.

The Warden's Office in the tallest building.

The glass of the window has been broken. It is not smashed with stones or the like, but has a powerful hole pierced by bullets.

There is no desk in the office. Instead, there is a pool table. In addition to a variety of firearms hanging on the wall, there are pool cue sticks.

The smoke in the room was not tobacco, but some kind of moraceae.

Two people in prison guard uniforms are playing billiards with flying leaves. The man sitting on the window looks at the newspaper with a pensive look. He is actually playing BINGO Scrabble, which is also his greatest interest in newspapers.

"Hmm... how do you fight for security?"

"S, E, C, U, R..."

Johnny is still very confident in his vocabulary, but the difficulty of this game is a bit too high, and the previous games can be completed in a short time.

He is wearing a prison warden's costume. He is 1.8 meters tall. He is about 30 years old. With a lifelike tattoo of a scorpion, the sting of the tail spread to his face, and there was an obvious circular scar on his neck, as if his head had been chopped off and then stitched back up again.

Kneeling on the concrete floor was an obese man with his mouth gagged with a towel, his hands tied behind his back with a rope, and wearing only shorts. His face and body were covered with bruises from beatings, and there were bloodstains from his skin and flesh.

"Help me see how to spell this word."

Johnny pulled off the towel that gagged his mouth, and asked the fat man on the ground.

His breathing became easier and he gasped, staring at the newspaper and racking his brains.

He understands that this man is a notorious international wanted criminal. He is active in the South American continent and manages a speeding party. He is the number one person in it. He will personally participate in various criminal incidents and even help some members of the speeding party who have been prosecuted and imprisoned. jailbreak.

Arms smuggling, human trafficking, men sold to mines, women sold to brothels, privately set up casinos, planted mulberry plants, and synthesized various chemical agents, produced and sold to after-sales, and at the same time worked as killers, but the methods were not clever, just killed directly Whether it is the civil law system or the maritime law system, it is his life guide.

Obese men understand that if they can't answer this question, they may end badly.

He thought for ten seconds, but couldn't remember how to spell the word, safe...damn it.

"Don't you know? Thanks to you, you are still the warden."

Johnny tore up the newspaper and stared at him calmly.

"Don't kill me... I have money... I have money! I can help you! If your members are detained in this prison, I will release them unconditionally! My uncle is an MP, and he can help you in many places! "

The fat man panicked.

But it is already late.

Johnny took a billiard cue off the wall, grabbed it flat with both hands, pushed it with his knees, and folded it into two sections, with jagged and sharp wooden thorns protruding from the section of the fracture.

It seemed that he had expected something, and let out a scream like a pig.

click!
Johnny directly inserted half of a pool cue into his eyes, pressed hard, pierced through the brain from the eye sockets, pierced through the skull, and pierced out from the back of the head.

And he died completely violently, lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

"Stop playing, call the brothers and go together."

Johnny said to two men who were playing pool.

They have been here for a long time, not less than a week, because the members detained here have been bullied by some jailers for a long time, and there are also gangs, large and small, in the prison. Many people stayed here to torture those people. entertainment.

at this time.

The landline phone in the warden's office rang, and Johnny picked it up without any hesitation, not worrying about what the guards were calling to negotiate.

The result was beyond his expectations.

"The warden is dead, and I am Johnny."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Come back to life, right?"

Johnny hung up the phone, and said to the two subordinates: "Play as you like, I'm going to the Liberty League, SCT's shit."

One of the subordinates was very puzzled.

"I'll go with you, I want to see the world."

Because Johnny has been running around the world this year, this subordinate is a little envious of the feeling of traveling around the world. As a member of the underground world, he also knows what is going on in this world, a very strange disease, And the SCT and Countermeasure Bureau.

As for the SCT, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a criminal group that looks down on all gangsters in history. It has reached an unimaginable height. Even some state agencies are vulnerable to this organization.

The speeding gang I belonged to was not eliminated because Johnny joined the SCT. They seemed to monopolize the global criminal industry, attacking and annexing other criminal organizations indiscriminately. Their behavior was extremely crazy, and Johnny was in the SCT The status seems to be quite high, so the income from the speeding gang does not need to be used to provide SCT. It is a few remaining active gangs composed of ordinary people.

"What are you mixing with?"

"This is the domain of men."

"You won't understand."

"Just go down and fill up my gas."

"Another thing to remember, while I'm away."

"Don't let any of the Aussies go, that place is a big dye vat for rapists. By the way, there are those niggers."

Johnny took another newspaper and played Scrabble.

This subordinate has long been used to his style. Although Johnny has never mentioned his hometown, he can tell that it is probably in southern Europe.

"What about those women?"

The subordinate asked, because they stayed here for a long time, so they asked a few members to go to the next town to call a lot of prostitutes.

"Don't tell me, I forgot, stupid sex toys, let these bastards go to our place to make money, okay, staying in this poor country is really frustrating, I think some of them are still fucking young."

The speeding party under Johnny mainly operates in Brazil and the surrounding areas, and occasionally comes to North America for business.

After half an hour.

Johnny's motorcycle oil had been filled up. He was driving a silver Harley motorcycle on the broken road in the Gobi. The leather seat was a little hot under the sun, and the engine of the motorcycle was roaring violently.

About 20 or so people lined up to see him off, and all of them were strong and strong desperadoes.

Johnny took off the warden costume and put on a rock band-like punk fake zipper stud costume, with decorative lanyards on his pants, and leather boots.

Because this place is next to the Liberty Alliance, and it won't take long to drive, he plans to go there directly by bike.

"Bring this gun, Boss, there must be cops who will make things difficult for you when you cross the border."

One of his men took a gun and handed it over.

Because Johnny is wanted, the border police will definitely not let him pass, and with his character, he will definitely be tough.

"Keep it for yourself, I don't need this stuff anymore."

"Men only talk with their fists."

After Johnny finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator of the Harley motorcycle, and scorching white smoke came out from the exhaust pipe, and he drove away in the desolate desert.

(End of this chapter)