latent syndrome.

Chapter 257 256. Revenge
Klein didn't dare to neglect for a second, and hurriedly called home, but no one answered.

"I kill you!"

Klein's hand that pinched Di Brow's neck was a little bit harder, and the flesh was ripped apart, and his entire neck was about to be broken.

Di Yu said with difficulty.

"kill me."

"You'll... never see them again."

"As long as you leave here, you will automatically abstain and go back to find them."

"Everything is going well."

Di Yu coughed violently, his eyes lost focus, and he was about to be strangled to death.

Klein compromised directly in less than a second. After asking about the whereabouts of the monks, he didn't dare to delay any longer.

Leaving Di Yu behind, he rushed out of the meeting room.

"Hold."

Di Yu was thrown heavily to the ground, his head was bleeding, and his green eyes, like poisonous snakes, exuded endless insidiousness.

"Ah……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He chuckled first, then held his belly and started laughing wildly, as if he had seen the top performance on a talk show, his eyes were filled with tears.

If it was just other cadres, I would not dare to do this, but I have the endorsement of McConaughey, and the position of the top cadre is already his.

Because, Di Brow had already had Klein's whole family killed, and the bodies were not buried, so he kept them on the road with him.

At this time, Di Yu turned on his mobile phone and dialed a number, and gestured to the other end of the phone to start.

He also arranged for someone to kill Klein directly. After the killing, he had to take a video for himself to confirm that he was completely dead.

"Um……"

"A real man must be unscrupulous..."

"For a just cause, some crimes have to be borne."

Di Kuo was distraught, and wiped his tears with his hands, looking like he was about to cry.

Just when everyone was distracted by him.

"Ha ha……"

"I pretended."

"Killing the whole family, it's so high, it's like fucking bingo."

"The more people, the higher the points."

He suddenly started talking about completely irrelevant words to pretend.

"Quantitative change causes qualitative change."

Di Yu nodded, thinking it was a motto.

The other candidates in the conference room saw Di Yu's viciousness, and they all raised their hands as a sign of surrender, indicating that they did not intend to compete with Di Yu for a seat.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the meeting room.

Di Yu was taken aback.

"Dry."

He hurriedly got down from the chair of the long conference table, sat down on the side seat with lightning speed, grabbed the notebook and pen of a candidate next to him, and pretended to be taking notes.

Behave like a hard-working executive who is ready to run.

After entering the conference room, the summit personnel scanned around and found that there was one person missing.

"Klein's cadre...isn't there?"

The summit staff were a little confused, because those who did not attend the meeting on time would be deemed to have abstained automatically, and there would be no accidents at the critical moment of being promoted to the top cadre.

"Oh, my brother."

"Some accidents happened in his family, he got into a car accident or something, he's going to..."

"Accompany his wife."

Di Kuo bit the last four words very hard, with deep meaning.

After ten minutes.

When Klein rushed to the location mentioned by Di Brow, his children, two younger sisters, and his father who had a stroke all fell to the cold concrete floor.

Not neatly, not even with a gun, but stabbed to death by random knives, the body was full of knife wounds, and his wife...

Klein has no choice.

As an infected person, there is a risk of losing control. In order to avoid the hunting of the countermeasure bureau, he had to accept the "invitation" of SCT.

But in this crazy organization, among the dark forces spawned by cannibalism and rage, if you don't climb to a high position, you will only become a corpse sacrificed in terrorist actions.

His wife was lying naked, dying with unrepentant eyes. It was hard to imagine what kind of abuse she had suffered during her lifetime. Those dead eyes seemed to be staring straight at Klein.

Too empty, too disgusting.

"I'm sorry this happened."

"But you should have that kind of awareness."

"It's not a choice."

"It's time to hit the road. At least your family can be reunited."

A man in a silver-striped suit stepped out of the shadows, wearing immaculate gold-rimmed spectacles.

Entrusted by his personal friend McConaughey, Ashura, as one of the general cadres with the highest combat power outside the combat catalog, came to obliterate this person.

"Di Kuo..."

Perhaps on the verge of collapse, Klein lost his anchor point to stabilize himself. He gritted his teeth and shouted that person's name, as if going crazy, his strength soared, and he rushed towards Ashura.

And here at the SCT headquarters.

Di Kuo successfully elected as a member of the summit and became the top cadre of SCT.

after the meeting.

Di Brow received a message saying that Klein was not killed and let him escape.

"It's just a minion, if you escape, you will escape."

"It doesn't make sense anymore."

"Now I'm a member of the summit..."

"I have the power to decide the SCT's..."

"Everything is moving."

Di Yu hung up the phone and extinguished the cigarette butt on the extinguisher sand in the trash can next to the elevator. He was in a very comfortable mood, as if he had thought of something.

From the inner pocket of the khaki windbreaker, I took out the black lace product, with a bit of disgust in the snake-like eyes, and threw it directly...

In the trash can.

……

……

……

In a dungeon in a certain area in Southeast Asia.

Di Kuo could no longer recognize his appearance, he could only see eye-catching tiger claw scars, and congealed blood scabs all over his body.

He was tied to the post by an iron chain, and he was regurgitating blood in his mouth. He couldn't even vomit, but just sat slumped on the ground, blood rushing out of his mouth.

Di Kuo's internal organs have been completely smashed into a paste, but he can't die no matter what.

"SIR."

"Please give instructions."

"SIR."

He couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination or what, and he could always hear vague words.

A week passed, and his stormtroopers did not come to rescue him. He finally recalled the name of that man, that warlord.

At the beginning, he should have chased him down and killed him, but at that time he was too complacent and high-spirited, and thought he was just a minion, and even forgot his name after a few days.

It's not that he doesn't care, but that there are too many people like this. He screened countless people from his mind before gradually overlapping with that figure.

At this time, there were two other people in the dungeon.

They all performed unsatisfactorily in the arena, and because of special circumstances, they were centralized and managed in one place with the highest level of guards.

"what……"

Di Yu groaned in pain, the physical pain was meaningless, but the current self...became a coward to be ravaged by others.

This stain...will accompany him for the rest of his life.

It's just so... hopeless.

"Hold."

"Dude, you're fucking miserable."

The infected person who was separated from Di Yu complained, and Di Yu's mother probably couldn't recognize Di Yu.

"yes……"

"It's like the Catholics did a... hand silver."

Di Yu spoke with difficulty, spat out a mouthful of blood, and nodded forcefully, thinking it was a motto.

The infected person was shocked by the metaphor.

And sitting between the two was a man with very little hair, not a cropped head, but a hair that grew out after being shaved off. He was wearing gray monk clothes, but they were already tattered.

Sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and not saying a word, he seemed to be a monk.

(End of this chapter)