latent syndrome.

Chapter 139. Funeral
three days later.

The sky is clear and clear, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

Neat, solemn, regular marching, heavily armed soldiers, running on the street against the scorching sun, behind them are camouflage armored vehicles and military-grade tracked vehicles equipped with heavy firearms.

With the support provided by the Second Section of the Countermeasure Bureau, special chemical substances can be filled into ammunition and artillery to cause irreversible damage to B-level or even A-level infected people.

The more prosperous the area, the more so, the more heavily guarded it is.

Population exodus, curfew regime.

With the cooperation of the military and police, Los Angeles has entered a period of martial law, and all nighttime activities from ten o'clock to eight o'clock the next day are strictly prohibited.

At the same time, the procedures for property transfer have become quite complicated, and the collapse of the stock exchange has caused the real estate industry on the west coast to collapse, and real estate can no longer be realized.

Banks are at risk of runs.

All banks generate benefits by investing user savings in bonds and lending savings to others.

Only part of the funds will be left to deal with the behavior of users withdrawing cash, but under the spread of panic like Los Angeles, the stock market and property markets have collapsed, and investors from other places have also withdrawn their funds. Coupled with the run on by the public, many banks are already on the verge of collapse. Regulation can only be implemented by the Liberty Union Savings Bank.

The resulting impact was not only in Los Angeles, but even Wall Street in Liberty City was greatly impacted.

Moreover, the various procedures for leaving the city are extremely strict now. They have to pass many inspections and tests, and they have to be quarantined for a long time. Under the security of the military and police, it is impossible to leave the city.

Trapped directly in Los Angeles, those who tried to escape directly were also arrested one after another.

It is rumored among the citizens that a large project is being built in the Husk area, and military transport vehicles frequently pull barbed wire and steel wall coils, perhaps building a quarantine area.

I don't know if it is a detention center where infectious diseases are spreading, or some kind of concentration camp. All of a sudden, people are panicked, and various conspiracy theories emerge in endlessly.

This chain of trust being destroyed has caused many people's thoughts to slowly tilt out of the symbolic world.

Comparing the entire symbolic world to a ship carrying countless people, the closer people are to the edge, the easier it is for them to fall off the ship and sink into the abyss beyond redemption.

Until today, the spreading panic has finally eased.

It turns out that the mayor of Los Angeles, Jessica's father, did not die in the plane accident.

The Eleventh Division has long protected it, because the life and death of this symbolic figure is of great importance, and the itinerary is carried out under perfect protection. It will be made public.

The mayor who came back from the dead spoke on TV, saying that a highly contagious brain virus had broken out worldwide and was infected through blood.Of course, this is all nonsense. No one knows the specific infection mechanism of submerged disease. It is just for the overall situation, not wanting to paralyze the city, and try to maintain the normal track, so the contagion is described as lightly as possible.

He also said that the brain virus was being used by criminals, so the army had to be dispatched, and promised to have enough firepower to suppress these people.

This kind of brain virus makes people lose their minds and become violent, and do unreasonable things. Los Angeles is the hardest hit area. Everyone is required to cooperate with the governing agencies to work with the governing agencies, to conduct inspections and tests, and to isolate and control. No one should be missing to prevent the virus. Further outbreaks.

In his speech, he himself will advance and retreat with all citizens, and never leave Los Angeles until everything is over.

This obviously encouraged the citizens of Los Angeles to a certain extent. Apart from their uneasy hearts, they were still doing everything step by step, at least on the surface.

But the people at SCT understand that what happened before was just foreplay, and now it's time for the real thing.

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Motel on the edge of the city.

Because of the nice weather, the stressed Los Angeles idlers come here to have fun even in broad daylight.

The street girl who served Johnny and got slapped got a room on the second floor of the hotel.

After receiving several guests, she felt that this bed was quite wrong.

It's not very strong, and it feels weird to lie on, as if the filling in the hollow area has been ripped out.

When she lifted the quilt, and then tore off the transparent glue that was firmly attached to it, she really found a few cuts from the dagger.

When you take a look.

She was stunned in place, as if struck by lightning, she was extremely sluggish, and it took more than 20 seconds for her to come back to her senses.

But still at a loss, she had to call her boyfriend to discuss with each other.

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Brazil.

Rio de Janeiro, City of God.

On a hill with dense vegetation, a funeral is being held in a fairly respectable cemetery.

Here you can see the statue of Christ the Redeemer in the distance.

Hundreds of members of the speeding party were dressed in suits and leather shoes, but they couldn't hide the aura of thugs.

The priest is reading the eulogy.

"From the dust will return to the dust."

"Lord have mercy on you."

"From now on, may the Lord lead you to the heavenly kingdom of eternal happiness."

"In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen."

The priest made the sign of the cross on his chest after reading.

On the tombstone is engraved, Johnny Francesca, buried here.

Since Johnny died abroad and there was no body, he could only be buried with his relics, as well as some Australian and black skull exhibits in his collection. These were all placed in the coffin, as well as the clothes he often wore and his last favorite locomotive.

Because of Johnny's death, the power of this biker gang has also begun to weaken, but because it is the top criminal force in South America, even without Johnny, the criminal network has already been deeply rooted. However, future profits must be donated to SCT. up.

"Do you know who killed my brother?"

A blue-haired woman wearing sunglasses asked, she also had tattoos on her neck, but it was a deer with its head half sideways made of simple lines, and the beautiful antlers also extended to the edge of one side of the chin.

The members of the speeding party took out a reward order with Colin's photo printed on it and handed it to her.

"You don't need to make confessions to the SCT in the future, I'm here."

She half knelt down, offered a bouquet of flowers to the tombstone, and sighed as she looked at Johnny's tombstone.

"I said earlier that you will be punished for the things you did."

"But don't worry."

"No matter who it is, I will definitely avenge you and let you rest in peace."

She said so, and then booked a ticket to Liberty League.

"Also...can you take these skulls and throw them away?"

She felt a little disgusted, and told the priest whose legs were shaking to leave quickly, and the priest ran away in a panic as if he had been pardoned.

"But... this is a strong request from the boss. He said that he will do this after he dies, otherwise he will turn into an evil spirit and come to me."

The members of the speeding party said in a daze.

"Now the speeding party is under my control. This is an order. Take all these crap and throw them away, as well as these chainsaw knives and the like."

Although she is very sad now, it is also a headache to see the densely packed murder weapons beside the tombstone.

"OK……"

He had no choice but to pack Johnny's favorite killing tools, and every bloody object has a story.

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Los Angeles, Montgomery District, a park not far from the exchange club.

Due to the murder, the club was quickly closed down.

But in the past two days, there have always been some strange movements. The temperature nearby is quite low, and many people can be vaguely heard crying, and they gather together, which is quite disturbing.

Fortunately, that kind of thing didn't happen today.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Di Yu was wearing the lumberjack overalls that he stole from nowhere. After zipping up the pants, he looked at the pool of blood urinating on the ground, and never wanted to experience "rebirth" again.

He walked out of the shed where the children played on the spiral slide, came to the street, and found an extremely punctual blonde beauty.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Di Yu called to stop her.

"is there anything?"

The woman smiled. Although the city of Los Angeles has not been peaceful recently, it is limited to some areas. The metropolitan area is so large that it takes a few 10 minutes to pass through each urban area. Compared with Hollywood and Santa Maria, these The mood of the local people is a little more peaceful.

"Fuck you?"

Di Kuo went straight in.

Snapped!
It was just a crisp slap on his face.

"Damn it..." Di Yu was already extremely weak, he covered his face, and continued: "Then can I use my cell phone to make a call?"

He took out the jackknife in his overalls pocket and said calmly.

I got my wish and borrowed a mobile phone.

Called Ashura.

As a result, the other party scolded his head and covered his face.

"Where have you been these few days? Don't you know something big happened?"

Ash's tone was extremely angry.

"Fuck, I was fucking beaten to death, okay."

Di Yu deeply realized that it was time to take it seriously, and he could not let the lives of those brothers who died for him be wasted.

They said where to meet on the phone.

Di Yu hung up the phone and returned the phone to the woman.

"Aren't you really going to try it? The majority of married ladies in Los Angeles, everyone agrees."

Di Kuo smiled complacently, nodded, thinking he was quite right, and gestured a thumbs up.

And the woman was so frightened that she ran away.

"Fleeing years is not good."

Di Yu was speechless.

(End of this chapter)