latent syndrome.

185 Chapter 184. Fate
A week later.

The danger is gone.

The madman fades away.

The turmoil caused by SCT in Los Angeles has come to an end.

In ordinary residential buildings.

The walls are full of band posters, and there are drum sets and some musical instruments in the corner of the room, as well as a rather retro brick wall and some license plate decorations.

As the alarm clock rang extremely piercingly, and the time showed that it was seven o'clock in the morning, Eugene woke up in a daze. She hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time, so she was going to slap the alarm clock to make it stop.

But suddenly she remembered that today is a very important day, and it cannot be delayed no matter what.

Eugene got up quickly, she was the type who never made the bedding, took the alarm clock, wore cartoon pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash listlessly.

While brushing her teeth, her mouth was full of toothpaste foam, she came to the window, opened the curtains, and found that it was raining lightly outside, just like the weather forecast said.

Basic communications gradually returned to normal, and news from the Meteorological Bureau could be received in Los Angeles.

After washing, Eugene opened the refrigerator, which looked a little pitiful. Because of the power outage some time ago, there was nothing fresh, only the bacon and eggs that he bought temporarily yesterday. He was going to make some breakfast, but found that he had no appetite at all.

Was it influenced by that bastard?

Eugene closed the refrigerator door and rummaged through the closet for clothes.

She let out a long breath, she didn't have a dress or anything like that, but fortunately she still had a black suit, after putting on a white shirt and putting on the suit.

Eugene walked out the door quickly.

Too many police officers, soldiers, and members of Section [-] died in this turmoil.

New functionaries have taken over the city hall. In order to restore the vitality of Los Angeles, something symbolic is indispensable. Cemeteries and monuments must be erected for these defenders of peace.

An area was quickly marked out, and the construction was completed in less than a week. It is close to Hollywood and near the sea, and the scenery is extremely pleasant.

Although Gray disobeyed the orders of the High Command during her lifetime, her outstanding contribution cannot be denied.

Gray's funeral is today.

ten in the morning.

In the quiet cemetery near Hollywood, one of the tombstones is particularly eye-catching, because there are too many people who have come to remember it, and it is surrounded by flowers expressing condolences.

The gray sky was drizzling, no one held an umbrella, and everyone came to see him off in solemn black attire.

One of the few surviving members of Section [-], Grey's former comrades in the army, and many of her friends in the Countermeasures Bureau.

Including the top leaders of other departments.

The pastor read the eulogy.

There are too many members of Section [-] buried in this cemetery, and Seka was also killed in the chase. He fought with several members of the combat catalog at the same time, and even... there was no complete body, so he had to build a cemetery for him. Clothes tomb, buried next to Mei.

All the people who came to mourn were extremely sad.

Eugene found a girl in a wheelchair, she looked like a teenager, her mournful sobs echoed in the silent atmosphere, black crystals grew on her feet, Eugene understood that this was the abyss signs of worsening symptoms.

She then scanned around, but did not find Colin's figure. It was impossible for him not to come on such an occasion.

It wasn't until I looked behind that Irina was talking to him.

"I see."

Colin's face was extremely gloomy, and after Irina finished speaking, he left the cemetery straight away.

When he was about to get in the car.

Eugene held him back.

"Where are you going?"

Eugene asked.

"There are some last things that have to be dealt with."

After finishing speaking.

Colin walked out of the cemetery and drove away.

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Lister.

Totally crazy.

He has completely run amok and out of control, killing more than ten people in a week, and now he has been intercepted by the Santa Monica pier, his power has been completely consumed, and he can be killed at any time.

But no one can do it.

No one can kill a man who...has done so much to fight alongside him.

So he came up with a plan.

The windshield wipers on the front window of the car flickered, but they couldn't wash off the hazy rain. Colin drove the car to the Santa Monica pier.

The Ferris wheel stopped running long ago, he opened the door and got out of the car, and the rain soaked him instantly.

The agents of the Bureau of Countermeasures surrounded the place, and Colin passed one person after another to the edge of the pier, a trestle deep into the ocean.

In the gray sky, the rain swayed chaotically on the endless dark blue rolling sea, rippling infinite ripples.

Liszt was covered in blood, with his back to Colin, sitting on the edge of the trestle, perhaps admiring the sea.

Colin didn't know how to speak.

At the same time, he also has some resentment.

"why me."

Colin looked at Liszt's back, and after Irina received the news, in her report, Liszt asked Colin to kill him.

"You finally came."

Liszt stood up slowly and turned around. His symptoms had completely deteriorated, and he was backlashed by visions. His entire arm, including half of his face, had turned into an ugly spectrum, those stains like dirty spots on the surface of condensed oil. , rolling continuously on the body surface.

Colin just repeated that sentence.

"Why me, I have to understand before I do that."

Colin even questioned.

Lister paused for a while, then said, "Of course it's you, I can't find anyone more suitable than you."

"You are without a doubt the cruelest person I have ever met."

"You burned so many people in that forest of horrors."

"I think."

"Even if there is one more, it is nothing to you at all."

Liszt said coldly.

It seemed to be exasperated, or some deeper emotion.

Colin took out the pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Liszt, but he still didn't pull the trigger.

Liszt remained unmoved, this was his destiny, and his expression was strangely satisfied.

"Actually, there are also some out-of-control infected people inside the countermeasure bureau, you know, the so-called new agents."

"Someone has to bear the blame."

"I'm also responsible for obliterating those people."

Liszt continued to add, seeing Colin's expression getting more and more gloomy, he threw out his last question.

"I often get stuck in this dilemma."

"I don't know whether to shoot them in the head or their heart."

"None of the problems I've encountered have been as complicated as this one."

"If they were hit on the head, they would have a better life and die without pain, but that kind of tragedy...that kind of tragedy will make me bear the guilt."

"But if I hit their heart, I'll feel better, but they will suffer more, and slowly move towards the fear of death."

"Without any formula, topology, this is..."

"The biggest problem I've ever had in my life."

Liszt's expression was slightly painful, recalling too many violent memories.

Colin's hands were already trembling slightly.

Yes.

Just like Lister said.

He didn't know whether to hit Liszt's heart or his head.

suddenly.

Liszt's expression was a little relieved.

"But you don't have to worry about that."

"Because I injected myself with painkillers."

"That's how I deal with it."

"Go ahead."

"Colin."

boom!
With one shot, Colin accurately hit Liszt's heart, blood gurgling out.

"what……"

Liszt uttered a mournful moan on the verge of death, and the rain washed away the blood, drenching him all over.

He turned around and knelt down on the ground with all his strength, witnessing the endless and deep sea.

"Thus……"

"A new question..."

"It just translates into a solved problem."

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(Volume Three · California Dream · End)

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