latent syndrome.

Chapter 296 295. Reporter

Inside a high-end duplex apartment in the Manhattan district of Liberty City.

The floor tile mosaic composed of obsidian and jazz white is extremely gorgeous, and each step of the semi-suspended indoor staircase has a groove embedded with an induction light strip, and every step will be captured with a subtle force, flashing a flowing and soft light.

The island in the kitchen is made of precious rock slabs, the electronic stove on the wall is beating with three-dimensional and realistic flames, and a haggard woman is cooking.

But to her surprise, she just opened one can after another of cheap lunch meat and poured it into a porcelain dish that can be called a handicraft.

Only then did I realize that a corner of the kitchen was incompatible with all the luxurious decorations in the house. There were piles of various food cans, drinking water, and some vitamin tablet bottles.

Most strikingly, there's still some gasoline.

"How about... let's go back to the countryside?"

The woman said so to her husband.

Anton is a well-known reporter for the largest media of the Liberty Alliance. The super-capable terrorists and all kinds of increasingly fierce contradictions appearing in society today have completely broken the social system that was already on the verge of rupture. The crisis brought about by high inflation and the gradually falling all around the world.

He realized that this phenomenon was irreversible, and replaced most of the property with these things that seemed to be completely shabby before.

Anton, who was already a little anxious, endured the kindness of a woman.

"No, there is a lack of regulation in those places, and they are completely outside the law. Staying in the city, at least there are some guarantees."

Anton sat on the dining chair and saw that the dishes were completely sauced and mixed with luncheon meat. He didn't say much, but planned to finish eating quickly.

He has more important things to do. Tomorrow, he will broadcast the hearing of the Supreme Court at No. 60 Central Street on the spot. After eating, he will go to do some preparations.

Recently, an organization called the Countermeasures Bureau appeared to replace the government. He received an order to attend a meeting, and he had to arrive before three o'clock. He had to warn the reporters in charge of broadcasting some precautions.

"After this trial is over."

"It's all over, right?"

His wife asked eagerly, fed up with a life of nothing, everything restricted, inspected every day by ferocious sergeants, they would have hoarded more supplies, but some of them were moral Bad sergeants will steal supplies, and any feedback and reports are useless. Military, police, and military police walk sideways in the city, and they are completely incapable of disobedience.

Now that they have learned to be smart, in order to prevent the military and police from conducting a comprehensive inspection, they deliberately took out some of them. They got the upper limit of what they could take away, so they were not interested in searching more places.

Because too many people were instigated by the so-called Diprow, all factories have stopped, almost all social functions have come to a standstill, natural gas and drinking water have been stopped, but the power supply is still barely maintained.

Only people from government departments are allowed to enter the car gas station. If Anton hadn't had the foresight to stock up on some gasoline, he could drive more than 1000 kilometers, otherwise he would only be trapped in Liberty City.

To be honest, Anton doesn't know the answer to this question, at least there was a Berlin Wall that could be pulled down, no one knows...

Where is the current wall located?

In order to reassure his wife, Anton bit the bullet and replied, "Of course, as long as this person's negative influence is removed, everything will be fine."

However, Anton didn't hold out hope. As early as half a year ago, there were many cases of monsters hurting people in Liberty City. In the first week, there were no fewer than one hundred cases.

Under the operation of modern machines, those horrible monsters, or madmen, were photographed. Every tortured corpse was horrific, and something terrible was spreading.

But an organization called the Countermeasure Bureau appeared out of nowhere and suppressed all the incidents without any leaks.

Whether it is the Countermeasure Bureau or the SCT, Anton has no hope, but does his best to keep himself and his family alive.

"I'm leaving."

Anton looked at his watch, stood up, and must not miss the three o'clock meeting.

The woman took the coat off the hanger, put it on Anton, and helped him tie it with his tie.

"Do not."

"This kind of thing is useless now, so I'm panicking."

Anton held the woman's hand, put down his tie, seemed to have thought of something, ran to the bedroom on the third floor, and took out a Glock pistol from the bedside table.

Originally, he was going to put it in his arms, but after a second thought, he went back to the first floor and gave the gun to his wife.

The woman's eyes flickered, and she looked at Anton in disbelief.

"How could you have... such a thing."

The woman's hands trembled a little, and she dared not take it.

Under the influence of the Second Amendment, a person with a gun license can carry a gun, whether the person belongs to the militia or what, and can use it for good reason.

But pistols are different. Because they are easy to carry and can be concealed, they are far more dangerous than rifles. The difficulty of purchasing and registration is extremely high, and they can only be purchased through illegal means.

But in this special period, all weapon shops have closed. If this kind of thing is found by the military and police, it will be executed immediately.

"only."

"protect yourself."

"I am leaving."

After all, Anton left the house, entered the elevator, and went outside the apartment building.

The street was extremely depressed, there were not many people, and all the shops were closed. Even if there were people with good intentions, they all went to the Supreme Court on Central Street.

Military police armed with live ammunition patrolled the streets, and police cars drove across the street with harsh horns and whistles.

Although only slightly.

Anton could faintly hear gunshots and screams from time to time in the distance, and Anton knew that it was the Countermeasure Bureau executing sick people.

Everything has been made public, and there is no need to hide it. Anton is used to this kind of thing. In the past few days, there have been gunshots everywhere. Except for the brave, almost all ordinary citizens stay behind closed doors.

The majority of Liberty City's migrant population has no intention of returning to their hometown. Too many people can't get through to their homes. In the Liberty League where infected people are rampant, they may have already died.

Anton did not drive to attract attention, which would be tantamount to suicide. After walking to the subway station patrolled by the army, he went to the Supreme Court to prepare for tomorrow's matters.

Just when he arrived at the subway station and stood outside the warning line, he suddenly felt a bad sense of déjà vu.

Waiting for the subway with him, apart from a few scattered people, there were several men wearing black jackets, with cropped heads and menacing looks.

Anton vaguely remembered where he saw it. A news report about the Liberty Alliance was also dressed like this. A criminal was wanted and identified as a cult terrorist organization. He was a guy with a birthmark on his face.

Just as the train roared by.

blah blah blah...

There was a burst of gunfire.

Anton quickly squatted down, crawled under the billboard with his head in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, these short-haired men took out their daggers against the bullets of the army, and stabbed all the soldiers, and even stabbed their heads mercilessly, dripping with blood.

The scene was very chaotic.

These people seemed to have an immortal body, no matter how many bullets they hit, they couldn't kill them. After more than half a minute, all the soldiers in the subway station were slaughtered.

Anton's legs trembled a little, and he played dead on the ground, praying that they would not come over.

But a man with a cropped hair still found him and put his hand on his shoulder.

Anton couldn't control his fear, gasped, and turned his head slowly.

It was a face spattered with blood, completely like a cold-blooded animal.

"SIR."

"Everything is under control."

"SIR."

(End of this chapter)