latent syndrome.

273 Chapter 272. Maze
Southeast Asia.

evening.

The setting sun is like blood.

When the four members of Operation Catalog No.20 came to Sihanoukville, quite strange events happened here.

His SCT plane was parked on a flat field on the outskirts of Westport City.

As soon as 24 came down, he had an extremely ominous premonition, and asked the helicopter pilot to take off first, and pick him up two hours later, in case the back road was cut off.

When he went deep into this city, he understood what a poor country is.

The city, if it can be called a city.

As a port city, it should be better built under the customs trade, but its prosperity is not even comparable to the most remote county in the Free Alliance.

It can only be regarded as a large town, but it still has everything that should be there. Surprisingly, night games and gambling venues account for the vast majority.

But these are nothing.

Since he entered here, he has not seen a living person. When he came to the main road in the city center, there were blood and corpses everywhere.

It's not so much a corpse, it's more like... a street made of flesh and blood.

It can be said that because 24 has no way to get off his feet, every time he takes a step, some liquid and organs will stick to the soles of his shoes.

A flock of black crows pecking at carrion flitted across the sky, and the whole city turned into a buffet.

The assortment of black fowl,
Wild animals occupy this place, which is more real than all zombie movies. This kind of ancient emptiness and loneliness makes him feel like he is in the ruins of civilization.

But this kind of battle did not scare 24. The top person in charge of the foreign dispatch department told him an extremely shocking thing, that is, Di Kuo was still alive, and asked him to go to Southeast Asia to snipe him, and let him do the worst. Intend.

Di Yu is notorious and notorious, and he is a scum that can be counted in the world.

He disagrees, human beings' fantasy of hell is always barren, nothing more than pain and torture, too obvious and tasteless, stereotypes have already made people unable to bear the emotion of fear.

Just when he was in a daze, a man in a military uniform with a cropped head and a Southeast Asian face suddenly appeared on the corner of the street.

In a blink of an eye, it was gone.

"stop."

24 Chasing the sergeant on the wet street, when he reached the corner, the inch-cut sergeant was waiting for him at another corner, with that face and those eyes.

He had never seen such a terrifying person.

In fact, 24 has the ability to see people's hearts. Many strong people have this similar ability, like... the prey radar in the spiritual world, always able to detect who is dangerous and who is putting on airs.

And that sergeant with a cut head is completely like a cold-blooded animal, like a slithering venomous snake, walking shoes, or one kind of insect after another, that empty...inexplicable...remnant of ancient times, terrifying eyes.

As if waiting for 24, when he appeared, the inch sergeant disappeared and turned into the next street corner.

24 frowned.

Is he leading himself somewhere, what should he do, should he go?
It's really strange that I would hesitate.

Immediately afterwards, he followed the inch-cut sergeant, turning one corner after another. In this poor and desolate port town, the sky was as beautiful as an altar, and the setting sun was silent in a pool of congealed blood.

At last.

Coming to a hidden alley, the inch-cut sergeant no longer turned the corner, but joined the queue.

I saw two lines of inch-capped sergeants standing neatly at the door of a tavern with a poor environment, and a group of six people standing neatly.

They all have the same cold blood, the same appearance, and because of the region, he couldn't distinguish these Southeast Asian faces at all, as if they were all the same person.

And there was a man sitting in the tavern, with the same shaved head, his back to him, watching TV, the old-fashioned picture tube hanging from the ceiling, playing the news.

24Walking through two ranks of sergeants, every time a man passes by.

"SIR."

They all nodded.

"SIR."

After passing by all the time and entering the tavern, he was a little dazed by the magical battle and blurted out.

"Di Kuo."

"SCT, let me kill you."

24 The tone is cold and the words are concise.

Even though Di Kuo didn't look back, he was only wearing a fisherman-like black and gray vest, and his hair was shaved to less than a centimeter, but he was still recognized from the terrifying tattoos on his arms.

A Niaoyu news program with blurry picture quality was playing on the TV, but with English subtitles.

[A 5.4-magnitude earthquake occurred in Australia, the source of which is unknown. 】

"very good."

Di Kuo's voice was hoarse, and his answer was very concise.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

24 thinks he will never miss.

"It seems you like listening to stories."

Di Yu continued to watch the news without looking back.

"I just want to know that since the establishment of the SCT, it has never issued such absurd orders, and it may be because no cadres have ever done such absurd things."

"What did you do?"

24 Faintly heard some rumors, those things that spread all over the world and spread more powerfully than submerged disease, a mysterious organization was founded by this man.

"cockroach."

"It's also wise."

Di Kuo said irrelevant and unclear words, but among this group of cold-blooded people, there was a certain kind of correctness.

"Feel sorry?"

24 took off the pistol and flipped the safety off.

"Cockroaches are also intelligent."

"If you are locked in a transparent glass container, although you will struggle for a while, you will realize the fact that you are trapped soon."

"At this time, it is necessary to set up a complex maze and let it conduct a long exploration beyond its wisdom."

"Not only is the body restricted, but the spirit is also restricted."

"Wandering endlessly in the maze, conducting futile and hopeless exploration."

"Never ending."

"Until destruction, until it dies, consciousness still lingers in that great labyrinth beyond its wisdom."

Di Yu said coldly.

24 frowned, he was indeed Di Kuo, but he seemed to be a different person, and there was no smile.

Serious... suffocating.

"Are you... also in such a maze?"

"Everything is."

"Opaque."

Di Kuo turned around, in the dim tavern full of dilapidated wooden tables, the weak light of the picture tube TV shone on that horrified face, the thick scars like tiger claws tore his cheeks, deep to the bone.

"No time for nonsense."

"let's start."

24 raised his pistol and pointed it at Di Kuo's head.

"of course."

"Of course it will."

"Everything is under control, SIR."

He said indifferently.

The TV continued to broadcast news in a small language with English subtitles.

[According to preliminary investigations by geologists, the source of the earthquake came from a high latitude area, within the Antarctic Circle above [-] degrees south latitude. 】

(End of this chapter)