latent syndrome.

Chapter 138 137. Tower of Babel

Colin, who lacks the ability to control the air, has nothing to do with the current Johnny.

He has been running on the street for a full 2 ​​minutes, watching the alienated Apache go on a killing spree, and Hollywood, the base of the global film and television industry, is slowly dying like this.

The streets were chaotic, people screamed as buildings collapsed, debris weighed down roads, traffic was paralyzed, and air raid sirens and car horns tortured people's eardrums like hell.

And the extremely bad weather made all this even more desperate.

Because of the importance of this location, the National Guard has already been heavily defended, but they never expected this situation. The enemy is a freak who cannot be considered with common sense. This exaggerated individual combat power is simply... …unrivaled.

Colin still maintains his fighting spirit. He understands that power is always limited. No matter how powerful Johnny is, it will eventually be exhausted, not to mention his huge consumption, that level of release of power, and continuous , even if it is extremely strong in the combat catalog, but there should be a limit.

He has also manipulated the vehicle, and he knows that its terrifying consumption is more intense than the body's recovery from a broken body.

Because the communication terminal has been lost, it is impossible to contact Liszt now.

Although it was just an attempt, he revealed his identity as a member of Section [-], and asked the busy soldiers on the street if they had anti-aircraft weapons.

But after asking several times in succession, the answer was always negative, just when Colin was about to give up.

The military is not all for dry food. A large camouflage military truck pulls two...

Six anti-aircraft guns fired towards Colin.

But this is only a secondary force.

At the same time, there are several military-grade anti-aircraft artillery tracked vehicles equipped with radar self-aiming.

But the latter was of no use to Colin.

He jumped directly onto the truck equipped with six-mounted anti-aircraft guns. Whether it was the rough shape, or the exaggerated caliber and six barrels, Colin had already been convinced.

this thing...

Absolutely.

"who are you?"

Several soldiers pointed their guns at him in fear, and one of them knew that the situation was special and had already opened fire. A few bullets pierced Colin's head precisely.

Blood was bubbling from Colin's temple, but he didn't have time to pay attention to these skin wounds now.

"I'm an agent from Section [-]."

He said casually.

Seeing this situation, several soldiers were taken aback for a moment. The fuck can still talk, and it seems that they don't feel like their heads are pierced. Could this be the so-called infected person?
Say it.

Even though Colin doesn't know how to use the anti-aircraft gun, he can find the switch pull, which seems to require multiple people to operate, but he can't control that much.

As a few spikes on the cannon penetrated into Colin's arm, blood was collected.

The blood-red tendon network spread throughout the anti-aircraft gun, the caliber became larger, and the shape became more exaggerated. The blood-red karmic fire was steaming from the mouth of the nozzle. Colin had fully grasped this phenomenon.

He didn't know what to say, maybe it wasn't a vision, but something like magic, as Violet said.

"Fuck you..."

Colin, who is extremely powerful, can turn the direction of the anti-aircraft gun by himself, and the long-term fierce battle made him also angry.

The reason why this kind of old-fashioned thing has six barrels is because considering the accuracy, it depends on intensive firing to a certain extent.

Colin opened the pull bolt, and aimed at the Apache helicopter in the sky with the stacked iron ring sight, and saw violent blood splashing from the six gun barrels.

bang bang bang...

The six-barreled artillery shells with infinite power are fired in unison, and the trajectory across the air is full of blood and fire. The barrels fired at high speed are hot, thick smoke and blood are constantly splashing, thirty or forty rounds per second, the power of each cannon It is enough to dry out a house, and the rapid-fire continuous fire illuminates the entire block.

It's a pity that the accuracy is too low. After ten seconds, there is still no hit, but this is not a problem for Colin. He can use his own flesh and blood to fill the ammunition, increasing the rate of fire to [-] rounds per second. Six cannons Although there was a frenzied howling and roaring that would tear people's eardrums, the soldiers withdrew one after another, not wanting to be affected.

Colin was also completely insane, aiming at Apache, spinning the anti-aircraft gun rapidly with his great strength, pouring ammunition like a flash flood.

at last.

bang bang bang...

Hundreds of shells bombarded the Apache at the same time, and the terrifying explosion was enough to destroy a building. Under the empowered shells, dazzling lights flashed in the air, and the explosive fireworks ignited the entire night sky.

The helicopter's propeller was instantly destroyed, and the tail cabin was completely reduced to charcoal, falling from the sky with black smoke.

Even Colin.

He also couldn't bear such a huge power consumption, no matter the previous car chase, or the squeeze just now that seemed to drain his body dry.

He has consumed most of his strength, and he is gasping for breath. If he continues, he will really die.

Colin also knew very well the tenacity of the lives of infected people. Even if Johnny crashed with the plane, he might not necessarily die. He was a member of the battle list, and it was quite high.

Perhaps driving at ninety degrees on the building allowed Colin to break a psychological shackle. He left the military truck, concentrated his strength on his legs, pedaled quickly, and even jumped onto a building, vertically Running and walking, ignoring gravity as nothing.

With his speed, he quickly reached the top of the building, and then jumped around the urban buildings with his unparalleled jumping ability that even destroyed his shins.

Every time he stepped on the ground, a huge hole burst out, and it was the same when he fell.

He followed the crashed helicopter to kill Johnny.

……

……

……

The torrential rain poured down, and the rain curtain strung together in thin lines poured down from the sky.

Still can't quench the burning flames of the helicopter wreckage.

Cough cough cough...

Johnny, who was covered in charcoal, coughed violently, like a dying person, wanting to cough out his lungs.

There wasn't a single piece of good flesh on his skin, it was all bloody and bloody, only the scorpion tattoo that spread to his face was still lifelike.

boom……

Kicking open the door of the helicopter, he limped and staggered out of it.

As soon as I came out, I fell down.

Because the mud under his feet was soaked by the rainstorm, his clothes and face were covered with dirty mud, he struggled to get up and let out a deep hiss.

The development of things that were too violent made the power of the hallucinogenic substance gradually disappear, and the mind began to wake up. There were no more radio stations, no more zombies, and no more grinning people.

"This is where?"

Rolling black clouds, flashing lightning, constant muffled thunder, the torrential heavy rain drenched him, even he himself was a little dazed, and it made him feel unprecedentedly refreshed.

It was desolate, flat land full of mud and puddles, and there were more than a dozen unfinished high-rise buildings. Accompanied by the bleak wind and rain, it looked a little sad.

He shook his head, his body was extremely weak, he seemed to have done a big thing, he couldn't remember clearly, but his strength was less than one-tenth, or even less, and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

However, it was so cool, he felt that now he had completely enjoyed himself and could not give birth to any desires.

I only remember that the agents of Section [-] were chasing him, vehicles, aerial combat, and helicopters, which were extremely fierce.

Is the danger not over yet?

His expression became completely stern, and he saw a tower crane with a height of more than [-] meters, the so-called tower crane, which was really tailor-made for himself.

Wue...

Johnny vomited a pool of blood, time was running out, he had to get rid of that stupid face as soon as possible, yes, he remembered that face.

He limped towards the tower crane, sinking deep into the mud every step he took, and everything below his knees was covered with mud.

Just when I was close to the tower crane and was about to climb the safety ladder.

A turbulent sense of sight so strong that it throbbed the soul completely occupied the mind.

He has seen this scene!
Strong winds, heavy rains, desolate construction sites, high towers with flashing traffic lights, yes, towers destined to attract divine punishment like the Tower of Babel.

He has seen.

in those dreams.

He had seen it when he broke through the shackles of 3 in an instant when he owned the domain.

"Is that so..."

"It turned out to be so."

In an instant, boundless fear completely occupied his heart, but he was completely suppressed by the terrifying mind a few seconds later, as if he had obtained some kind of relief.

For a moment, he wanted to call his biker gang in South America, but those things had been burned to nothing in countless explosions.

"If that's the case..."

Johnny paused for a while, then slowly walked towards the safety ladder, and then...

He began to climb the tower crane, as fate revealed, no one can resist fate, even God.

God also cannot resist the ultimate fate at the end of the abyss, entwined with endless terror.

When he climbed to the second safety platform and climbed more than ten meters.

Colin chased here and found the wreckage of the helicopter. The evil eye's field expanded, reflecting endless blood, and found Johnny climbing the tower crane.

He didn't dare to continue to use his power recklessly, he had already consumed too much before that, and now he couldn't go back in time, and his power was almost exhausted, so he had to keep going step by step.

Ke Lin ran against the heavy rain with his ordinary body like that, his legs sank into the mud, he came under the tower crane, and began to climb the iron ladder.

Johnny vomited a puddle of blood again. He knew that he couldn't use his strength indiscriminately, even if it was used to recover from his injuries, he had to save it all for the final death fight.

And below, the arsonist had already caught up.

It was a cold, emotionless face splashed with drops of blood, the scars were extremely hideous, and the cold winter eyes were like the dead among the dead.

Johnny speeded up and climbed the safety ladder, and there were creaking and shaking sounds from time to time.

"Don't you feel guilty?"

"Colin."

He tried to interfere with Colin's mind.

"Although you are hypocritically working for the eleventh department."

"People who died under your hands."

"It's several times what I have."

"At least the ones I killed were normal people, and the ones you burned to death were poor people who had no power to resist."

Johnny continued to accelerate the climbing speed, and blessed the body with the vision, and the injury recovered instantly. He had to reach the cockpit of the tower crane before Colin.

Colin said nothing.

After Cohen, after the woman who sneaked into Eva's house, and those infected people who shot themselves on patrol.

Since these.

That fire became Colin's new nightmare.

Ke Lin didn't reply, his face was expressionless, and he kept giving himself psychological hints.

Society only exists as a spiritual concept, and only individuals exist in the real world.

That's just necessary.

Like fate.

Don't be rebellious, falling into it is just a fool's self-disturbance, which is ridiculous to the extreme.

"You hypocrite."

"My kind!"

Johnny was fully deployed, climbing the safety ladder at a very high speed, extremely flexible, jumping several meters each time, and repeatedly boarded the safety platform.

And Colin also realized to speed up, chasing him at top speed.

But still a step too late.

Johnny has already rushed to the cockpit, the madness of the white pipe network is spreading to the crane lever, and the tens of meters long steel lever is burning with a strange white fire in the rainy night.

When pushing the power, Johnny, who was on the verge of exhaustion, vomited a puddle of blood again, but his eyes gleamed fiercely, and the lever proliferated with huge rotating and rolling serrations, and then moved towards it with an agility that did not match its huge size. When Colin swiped in the passage, there was a huge squeaking sound with unmatched pressure, the air flow of the gears disturbed the sky, the hurricane was strong, and the raindrops swayed, destroying everything.

Even though this would damage and collapse the entire tower crane itself, Johnny no longer cared about anything else, only thinking about how to kill Colin, and nothing else mattered.

however.

It's not just Johnny who can use a tank.

Ke Lin held a steel pipe beside him, injected power into it, spread the blood vessels, ablated the karmic fire, increased the hardness of all the steel pipes in the passage, and at the same time displayed the vision of death, thousands of wire knives rolled Wrapping it around provides the ultimate defense.

bang bang bang...

The sound of metal and iron resounding through the sky is deafening.

When the exaggerated "tower crane chainsaw" came to cut, the scraping sparks rushed around like a waterfall, instantly turning the rainy night sky into extreme daylight.

but.

Fleeting.

Johnny's strength could no longer support such a huge consumption, he vomited a pool of blood, and there were pieces of his internal organs in it, he collapsed completely, and fell from the cockpit of the tower crane.

There was a bang.

His head hit the iron, bleeding profusely, and he fell on the second-to-last floor, a safety platform at an altitude of [-] meters.

The wind howled, the rain poured down from the sky, and everything became blurred.

Johnny lay convulsively on the ground, unable to stand up anymore.

And Colin also walked up to him, staring at him emotionlessly.

Just as he said.

No matter what kind of madman.

After tearing off his mask bloody.

It's just a mortal body.

"what……"

"I've seen it, I've seen it."

"In a dream."

"And you, your face of an arsonist."

Johnny was already very angry, his voice was a little weak, he finally realized that it was not a wanted warrant, but a phantom that he had seen this face before, in the trance dream that was so far away.

"Everything you do is for what."

Colin couldn't understand, he couldn't understand the SCT's desire to destroy civilization.

Johnny grinned grimly, but it affected the wound, so that he could only show a twitching smile, with some kind of unexplained fall.

"why……"

"It's just okay."

"I can do it, so I do it."

"Some people don't want anything."

"Just want to watch the world burn."

"This is SCT."

"You can't beat the SCT, that's impossible, those ranked above me, and the summit, you can't compete, that ultimate horror."

Johnny knew that he had ushered in...

Doomed to die.

"Any last words?"

Colin knew that nothing could be asked from these madmen's mouths.

Johnny looked at the sky full of black clouds and no stars at all, without any expression, he just looked down.

"I think."

"Good people sleep better."

"And the bad guys are able to enjoy their waking hours to the fullest."

"And now, no one sleeps better than me."

He said so.

"That's all."

Colin spoke calmly.

Johnny took a deep breath, used the last strength of his body, stretched out his hand tremblingly, his five fingers were convulsed, squeezed the last bit of strength, and then faced Colin.

Put up a middle finger.

boom!
His head was crushed by Colin's foot.

Johnny.

died.

(End of this chapter)