latent syndrome.

Chapter 220 219. Financial Genius
The red light district in the western suburbs of Liberty City.

Affected by the cold current, scattered light snow drifted in the sky, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground.

The wrought-iron lamp tubes built with the silhouettes of dancers, and various crimson light boxes, are full of men's clubs. These ancient streets and public facilities have not received funding from the city government for repairs, and the roads are full of potholes. Driving here is extremely bumpy.

Prostitution advertisements and graffiti stickers of street gangsters are everywhere, coupled with the charming light wandering between pink and purple, there is a sense of chaotic beauty.

Compared with the bright lights of the prosperous Manhattan, this place is full of depravity. When you come here, the dark side of your soul will involuntarily generate heat.

A few decades ago, the rapid development of the porn industry made Manhattan the city of sex and moon, but with the rise of AIDS, the rise of hallucinogenic substances and violence, and the change of real estate, it was gradually eliminated.

The location has also been moved to this town far away from the urban area, which can only be called a town.

Come out from the club.

Rocket adjusted his glasses. The cold air outside made him shiver uncontrollably. He hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit them with a cheap plastic lighter.

"How are things going?"

In order not to attract people's attention, Tank thought left and right, and only came up with this kind of bad idea. These street girls have no jobs, and their age is just right. The wonderful thing is that they are among the marginalized groups of society. Nobody cares at all.

"It went pretty well."

"Those little bitches thought it was a new product when they smelled that smell, and jumped in without even thinking about it."

"But seriously, what the hell is that thing?"

"It's like casting a curse."

The Rockets themselves adjusted a little bit, and didn't feel much.

"I don't know, maybe it was part of McConaughey's vision or something, the last time I saw him, he locked himself up in a basement."

"And then that kind of stuff just popped up out of thin air."

Tank felt that this was a little perverted.

"wipe."

Suddenly Rocket felt extremely disgusted. Did he swallow McConaughey? Even if it was the broth made by his self-mutilation, it is slightly understandable. It is best not to find out, just wait for it to become an eternal secret never mind.

"Ah, very good."

"Then McConaughey will be able to completely control those women, like playing a game, BABA up, down, left, and right."

"Shared field of vision, can also give orders and so on, the legend of the fallen street belongs to it."

Tank didn't know exactly what was going on, but Rocket had been handing over all the headhunting these days, and he couldn't do it anymore.

"how does it feel?"

Tank doesn't have that kind of hobby. It's not that he has a cleanliness or something, but he just thinks it's not serious.

"wipe."

"I won't touch a woman again within six months."

"I don't feel as if my mother has completed the task. I found that there is a threshold for this thing."

"If it weren't for the stacking of various BUFFs such as wife, lace, slut, giant bear, I wouldn't even be able to stand up."

"Maybe... I won't lift anymore."

"So it turned out to be a... mental illness."

Rocket nodded, thinking he was like a fucking biologist, absolutely true, not an organic disease, just a pure monk, like a monk in a monastery, only shaved the middle part of his hair, and God Getting closer and closer.

"You said the same thing last time."

Tank knew that Rocket was very addicted, he must have some kind of mental illness, and he would turn into a lustful ghost again in ten days and a half months.

"You know Kiba, it looks like I'm looking for a lady, but in fact I'm investing in this industry and saving the world."

"I'm so fucking great."

Rocket adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and thought that he was no different from the savior.

"How to say?"

The tank was shocked.

"Think about it, in the world today, a man's strength is measured by wealth, which is equivalent to the fact that women of this generation are all sold out."

"But considering the preservation of value, um..."

"It's like futures."

The Rockets didn't know how to describe it, so they just pulled out a word.

"God damn Futures, how did your brain grow?"

Rao, the always calm tank has been taken care of, there is no connection between the two.

"Father..."

"In short, that's what it means. If it's all futures, only those with a lot of capital will dare to take risks to play."

"Fortunately, there are rare and precious stocks in this world."

"And the low-level working people like you and me can only find some comfort from these goddesses."

"Ah... really great."

But Rocket didn't mean anything serious, he was just making an extremely twisted joke, with an extremely evil expression.

"God damn goddess, god damn great, have you blown out your brains?"

Tank is actually a married person, but he has experienced all the bad things in cliché movies. Not only is he divorced and his child is awarded to the woman, but he also has to pay a considerable pension every month.

He came out to mix with SCT for the pension, he may be the only one in SCT.

"So... my knees are smarter than yours, Mr. Tank."

"Fuck, that's true."

"If there are only futures in the world and no spot goods, then it will be a mess. Those whose instinctive needs cannot be met will break the law and commit crimes, force women and so on. If you think about it a little deeper, their psychology will be completely distorted, Do not rule out the possibility of becoming a terrorist, bombing the big mansions of those rich men, bombers, pound pound."

"So they are guarding the law and are the patron saints of the symbolic world."

"Damn..."

"I did what I shouldn't. Logically speaking, as a member of the SCT, I should destroy the symbolic world."

"I have invested money in this industry, which is equivalent to making a contribution to the countermeasure bureau."

The rocket suddenly realized, and I have to say that the confrontation game between SCT and the countermeasures bureau is really wonderful.

Tank was speechless, dumbstruck, this kind of violent argument... was amazingly convincing.

"Too fucking..."

"Maybe you really are a financial genius."

"Is the futures spot..."

"Awesome brother."

The tank got into the car, started the engine to warm up the car, and the rocket also sat up, scratching his foundation in the passenger seat.

Tank was a little disgusted for a while, maybe the Rockets had already contracted AIDS.

"People are fucking enough."

"Don't you want to open a cold drink shop, let those whores change their minds and start a new life."

"Is the shop ready?"

The Rockets are very concerned about these matters. Now, as the branch of Liberty City, the second-tier figures except the top cadres, the smoother the progress, the more money they get.

"I have given instructions to the people in the company."

"It should have been dealt with."

"But I still have to go and have a look."

"It is estimated that it will open in a few days."

The tank stepped on the accelerator and drove into the urban area, not knowing how McConaughey was doing now, after all, all these actions were carried out with him as the core.

In order to achieve the goal of controlling all the population of Liberty City and realizing the collapse of the symbolic world.

(End of this chapter)