latent syndrome.

Chapter 254. 253. Fargo

With the SCT and the Countermeasure Bureau completely unknown, a strange phenomenon began to appear all over the world.

No matter which continent, any terrain, plain, hill, snow, there is always a simple basement, there are always bunk beds, and there are always camp beds.

And those overly complicated world maps, countless strategic signs, and three rules that are posted everywhere on metal nameplates.

The first rule is that it cannot be mentioned.

The second rule is that there can be no doubts.

The third rule is...

Always free.

No one can fully understand the third rule, and even such popular words become obscure and too mysterious.

They are everywhere, some serve people in restaurants, some refuel people at gas stations, and some make PPT documents in front of computers.

They could be your friends, or your loved ones, or... yourself.

Hidden, devious, pervasive, until you have reached the transcendental state, you will shave your hair, put on a uniform, and become... miraculous.

Ten days ago.

"SIR! We have arrived at our destination! SIR!"

It was freezing and snowy.

In the Antarctic Treaty, there is such a consensus that even if the penguin is injured and is about to die in front of you, no intervention can be made.

All scientific expedition personnel must achieve zero intervention in the ecology and protect this virgin land that has not been polluted by industry.

But a group of uninvited guests have arrived.

Whether it was the penguins or the researchers at the scientific research station, they were all brutally killed by these men who shaved their heads. In the snow-white, these eye-catching bright reds formed Fargo.

Their brutality lies in the fact that the reason why they smashed all the corpses and squeezed blood out of their perverted behavior was not for pleasure, nor for some kind of pleasure.

But scientific, rational, and constructive.

These members of the stormtroopers have difficulty adapting to the polar environment. The ice sheet is highly reflective of sunlight, which can easily cause people to suffer from snow blindness and damage their eyes.

However, these members need to be active on the ice sheet for a long time. In order to alleviate this symptom, in the temporary and simple stronghold, blood will be used to spread the ice surface to reduce damage.

Some went deep into the inland of Antarctica, slaughtering scientific research stations one after another. The leaders of each team were extremely cold-blooded and brutal, leaving only the most educated person to control them.

It is not clear why this is done, and finally they established a headquarters around the pole scientific research station.

They are not only good at killing people, there are architects among them, there are materials transported across the sea, and there are depressed people in various fields.

In many cases, even the news of academic weekly magazines is false. People who have been famous for a long time will take the research results of scholars without background as their own, and find countless gunmen. This kind of established circle, authority over knowledge.

You can bring a person who can't memorize the multiplication table at will, and become a member of the authoritative circle. In the defense, you only need to say that a car usually needs four wheels, and you can be crowned with the title of wise man. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is basically the case .

Under such circumstances, these gunmen have become real...

A murderous shooter.

Gangster.

Their catchphrase, their philosophy, has turned decay into...magic in iteration after iteration.

Antarctica is isolated from the world, no one has any signal, and all news is blocked. There are soldiers at the checkpoint to prevent irrelevant personnel and idlers from entering. There is no such thing as tourism.

Another group of stormtroopers killed all the soldiers on the shore, changed into their uniforms, and took over their work and equipment.

In the world under the influence of the crisis of submerged disease, no one cares about this continent. Even if there are people with a strong sense of crisis patrolling, they are well fooled by them.

For them, standing guard is a kind of... their job.

"SIR! Everything is under control! SIR!"

No one knows who their real leader is, maybe it is some kind of great consciousness beyond the universe.

And now.

The pole scientific research station has become the main activity place of the "human insect swarm".

It is difficult to find the most appropriate words to describe this group of people, not even the stormtroopers. Although the human swarms are close, they are not exactly the same, and they can only explain this state of activity relatively better.

It seems to be like searching for slaves in the Middle Ages. One armored vehicle after another drove here, and one after another was guarded by a bearded man with a gun and imprisoned by a rope.

They are doing some kind of experiment, in order to breed a designated infected person, it is too tricky and requires a strong sense of radioactive elements.

Because it is too tricky, it has been difficult to advance.

Along the very center where all the pole scientific research stations are connected, a huge building stands tall in the white frozen soil, without the slightest aesthetic feeling, just rough, rectangular, black all over, like a military project, a big black box with Incomparably neat rows and rows of dark windows.

Creepy.

Inside, there are still general scenes, camp beds, bunk beds, world maps, strategic signs, and filing cabinets.

And in one of the extremely plain rooms, the man with the birthmark was reviewing the research results.

Due to the departure from the symbolic world.

After they have reached a certain scale, the submerged disease has also begun to spread, but the strange thing is that none of these people went crazy, and none of them died suddenly.

Their spirit, their will, can only be described as miraculous, even the most terrifying abyss cannot be touched.

There are many hints of spirituality among them. Some captured slaves are consciously manipulated to make him deviate from the symbolic world, increasing their chances of infection. At the same time, they use special means to make their willpower... become stronger and make them survive. The probability is increased, and it will not die violently under the backlash.

The room of the man with the birthmark was too simple, and several surviving scientific research personnel were brought into the room. They could see that the man with the birthmark was a person of relatively high status in this terrorist organization.

However, his room was just like a prison. It was a real prison. The camp bed, toilet, sink, and shower were all squeezed into a narrow space.

The only difference from other rooms is the difference between bunk beds and camp beds.

"SIR, please issue instructions, SIR."

A man with a cropped head asked the man with the birthmark.

The inexplicable horror of these people has scared the scientific research personnel into stupidity. They don't know what happened outside. Could it be that...

This new type of military cult has taken over the entire world?
They never use anything, interrogative sentences, to form words and sentences, as if... there is no question.

After the birthmark man gave a few indifferent instructions, the cropped man left.

The scientific research personnel thought that the man with the birthmark wanted to question him.

But not at all.

"Sir, everything is under control, SIR."

The man with the birthmark said so to several scientific researchers, firmly.

Several scientific researchers were completely at a loss, and they didn't even know whether the man with the birthmark was addressing him, even though he looked at them and talked.

On this eternal frozen soil that has existed for 400 million years, a...

indescribable...

civilization?

(End of this chapter)