latent syndrome.

Chapter 129. 128. The Wolf of Hollywood

In the rooms on the second floor of the motel, both the decoration and the facilities are extremely cheap.

There was no wainscoting, only cracked latex paint on the walls, old ceiling lights, spring mattresses built on iron rods, and polyester quilt covers.

Looking into the trash can, there are still many used rubber products.

This reassures Johnny, it means that this hotel is like other bad hotels, there is no damn room service, as long as you don't let people come, no one will enter without authorization.

In this way, this batch of goods can stay here honestly.

At this moment, all kinds of hot weapons are also in hand. As long as they are strengthened with the vision of the chariot, even the few S-level infected people in the eleventh department are not enough. He glanced at the list , Remember the most powerful few key points.

The highest index is only 1.4 or 1.5.

Not a threat at all.

He opened the window and looked outside, it was still raining heavily.

For those who are severely infected with submerged disease, it is not a big deal not to sleep.

Even for the lowest-level infected person, who can withstand the impact of the abyss without dying, then the brain will not have any burden even if it does not rest, but the mind may not be able to withstand it, on the spiritual level.

And to Johnny's level, whether it is material or spiritual, it doesn't matter at all.

This place is not suitable for staying for a long time, it is only used to store these compounds. Although the people from the countermeasure bureau have not caught up now, they must have used the information network to search for themselves.

He came to the muscle car and called a girl by the way.

15 minute later.

call……

He exhaled a long breath.

Then he gave the seat to the co-pilot, and the hunched woman standing on the street slapped her across the face, and finally put on the belt.

After casually giving her two large bills, he told her to leave quickly.

Facing the heavy rain, he drove the muscle car he had stolen on the road, and at the same time turned on the car speakers, playing electronic music with a strong sense of rhythm.

Johnny didn't know where he was going, anyway, he just wanted to have a good carnival, whatever he wanted.

Southern California is a good place. Although there are rumors in South America that the Liberty Alliance is very open, it is not true and is limited to a small number of areas.

Johnny actually knows a bit of history. Most of the time, it’s just big cities, such as the film industry in Liberty City and Los Angeles, which gave the illusion of the Liberty Alliance. In fact, hundreds of years ago, the first people who came here were some Puritans , had a huge impact on the culture of North America. Although Protestants have completely occupied North America now, they are also in the same line and are very conservative.

Many places even advertise that premarital sex is not approved, and the number of people who support it is quite large. For example, the Gaul region is really open. When young women are sunbathing on the beach, they will take off their tops so that they can expose themselves to the sun. Johnny, who has been there, knows it well.

In short, almost all young people in the Liberty League have a California dream in their hearts. Freedom, openness, and sunny beaches kill people.

They all feel that their hometowns are not cool enough and too earthy, but Los Angeles, the West Coast, bands, graffiti, street elements, and movies, which are the bases of the global film industry, make people flock to them.

"California dream! Fuck! So fucking cool!"

Johnny immediately switched the car music to California dream.

He sang along to the beat.

Surprisingly, his level is quite good.

It's just that the ferocious face and the scorpion tattoo are too terrifying.

Johnny hit 40 on the 120-yard speed limit, and didn't slow down even passing the school section.

He knew where he was going to relax.

Southern California is so fucking cool.

Especially against a GTA like Johnny.

He decided to check in at the Santa Monica Pier first, and then go to the Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood.

suddenly...

There was a flash of inspiration in Johnny's mind, like the apocalypse, he suddenly found the true meaning of his life, and sighed secretly that he was such an idiot, why didn't he think of such a brilliant idea long ago.

Where is Hollywood?
It was a place where many movie stars gathered, and all the people living in Beverly Hills were big names, international movie stars who were popular all over the world.

Wue...

Suddenly Johnny retched a little.

I'm such a fucking idiot, it's like a freshly made steak Wellington and a rotten green salad, and I choose to eat the green salad.

International movie stars don't go, and the motel stalls come.

"Hold!"

But thinking of this, Johnny was extremely excited, and became interested again. If there are any magical effects of submerged disease, endless ammunition may be one of them.

"Hollywood! Here I come!"

He used the car map and was going to open the blind box in Bilever Hills. He didn't know which lucky one would be caught by him.

Johnny is the kind of character who doesn't care whether the other party wants it or not.

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An hour later.

Because it is split up.

Team No. 02 and Team No. 06 are single-handedly collecting clues, and if key information is found, they will notify the meeting.

The target is a motel on the edge of the southwest city.

Heller thought it was a needle in a haystack. There were so many motels, how could he find them all in a short period of time? He had already searched seven or eight motels in his car, and he took out his ID and asked the front desk staff, but found nothing.

After so many times, she gradually lost her patience, and now she just has a playful attitude, looking for things to deal with, wondering if other people will do the same.

However, he discovered the gate of the new world. He thought that the Santa Monica Pier was the largest gathering place for street girls in Los Angeles, but he didn't expect that the motels on the edge of the city were not far behind, they were simply legions of street girls.

Now she went into a motel again, not in a hurry to ask the owner, but just stared at some women in leather skirts and fishnet stockings on the sofa in the lobby.

And these women are very interested in Heller, because he looks quite handsome now, and one of the women is making indecent gestures to seduce Heller.

Seeing that Heller had goosebumps all over his body, considering the hygiene issue, let it go, because he noticed that these women had a lot of needle holes on their bodies, and the virus in their bodies might look like a fucking biochemical laboratory.

"I'm a member of the Union Bureau of Investigation. I'm looking for a man with a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck and the tail of the scorpion on his face."

Although Liszt also mentioned a variety of characteristics such as hairstyle and clothes, Heller only remembered this one, but it was not bad, and this alone was highly recognizable.

As soon as they heard that Heller was a member of the Alliance Investigation Bureau, many street girls shrank and played with their phones one after another.
"There is indeed such a man. I am very impressed. I saw him two hours ago."

The cashier at the front desk spoke calmly.

Heller turned pale with fright, did he really let himself get caught?It's so fucking amazing.

"Which room is he in?"

Heller asked hastily.

"The man has left."

A street girl with a slap print on her face said that she was quite displeased with the customer's attitude and behavior.

"how do you know?"

Heller was taken aback. He didn't expect this tattooed man to be in the mood to play before he left. He had just killed a police officer, so he was so fucking leisurely.

The street girl told the ins and outs, and she even told the license plate number of the car he drove away, because she had been holding a grudge, so she secretly wrote it down.

"You have done a great job, baby, you might have saved the entire city of Los Angeles, you are the savior."

Heller said so, and immediately called Liszt.

The street girl looked confused.

(End of this chapter)