latent syndrome.

Chapter 299 298. The Pianist

Luca was very satisfied with the progress of Sean's mission. Before four o'clock, almost everyone was dead.

In fact, during this period, people who believed in the government stayed behind closed doors. Apart from those who were brave and fearless, they all went to the Supreme Court, and even the most restless people waited for the result at home.

There is no need for any reason to slaughter them. You only need to write a handwritten identification report of the susceptible person, and they can be dealt with directly.

All those who have deviated thoughts must not be let go. The giant ship of the symbolic world must be kept standing. As long as the number of survivors does not fall below the extreme value, it is feasible.

Luca is indeed protecting human beings, but he is not protecting individuals in the general sense of flesh and blood. In that concept, what he is protecting is real human beings.

Sean's eyes were glazed over, and he felt that he had lost something important, but he, who had reached the level of an ace agent against the abyss, quickly calmed down.

He was going to deal with the last person on his list, but the anomaly was that it was not an abject poverty community, but a retro and beautiful three-story mansion in a high-end community with excellent greenery on the outskirts of the city.

do not know why.

On the way here, Sean heard more gunshots, and it was obvious that the clearing was about to end.

At this moment, another call came from his terminal.

It's Luca calling.

Sean hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone without waiting for him to speak.

The ghostly and sinister voice came.

Perhaps it was Xiao En's illusion, and he faintly felt that those strange fingers as long as stick insects rested on his shoulders again.

"Sorry, I have to ask you to complete a small task again."

"It won't take you too much effort, it's just paperwork, I'm too busy, you can arrange it."

Luca tried to keep his words as concise as possible. He was in charge of everything inside and outside the court.

"What mission?"

Sean asked.

There was no emotion in that voice, but Sean felt his shoulders on both sides being squeezed by a huge force.

"The SCT must do something."

"You should know McConaughey, he and Harris have a wonderful tacit understanding."

"But it doesn't matter now."

The captured duo Tank and Rocket confessed everything.

"I want you to give orders."

"Remove all who are wandering the streets to their homes."

"Just watch tomorrow's show honestly."

"To ensure efficiency, as long as there is even a little resistance, it will be executed immediately."

The hint of a lover is a rather mysterious hint, and there are very few people who have it, second only to the Fool and the world. McConaughey can plant the seeds of psychological hints for countless people at the same time, and manipulate them.

Luca doesn't know how to deal with it. Don't worry about the bustling crowds outside the Supreme Court. It would be ridiculous if the world events are full of crowds. The crowds coming here only need high-standard inspections, because he has his own security. do not worry.

If it is another area, kill it instantly.

It's not clear what these seeded guys will do, suicide attacks, or terrorist marches, although they can't do any actual harm, it will reduce the authority of the public trial to a certain extent.

Sean's heart beat a beat slower.

"What did you say?"

What an absurd decision, such a decision came from someone from the strategy bureau.

And Luca didn't have time to talk nonsense with Sean.

"McConaughey is plotting an evil plan."

"Within 5 minutes."

"Make arrangements."

"This is also for your daughter... consideration."

Say it.

Luka hung up the phone directly.

Sean was left at a loss. He understood that since the first moment he killed Harris, he could not turn back, but he never expected that what he was pushed into such an abyss was just this day. There was too much blood on his hands.

"5 minutes?"

Xiao En walked towards the mansion in a daze, and suddenly felt a little relieved. With a mental index above 2, he quickly calmed down. Anyway, he had already killed so many people.

Although it is absolute, it is a kind of complete elimination of the unclean focus in the symbolic world, after all... it is developing in a good direction.

The door of the mansion was not closed, and Sean walked into the room. There was no one on the first floor of the huge house, all the furniture was covered with a thin layer of dust, and there were some leftover canned food on the floor.

At this time, there was an extremely pleasant piano sound upstairs.

He remembered that he had listened to it when he was eating in a high-end restaurant, and he even asked for the track, the name was Waltz in A minor.

But the level of this person far exceeds that of the musicians in the restaurant. Although Sean doesn't know classical music very well, he can hear the rhythm of each note without any advance or delay, which is a top level.

Sean was a little fascinated by the music, and walked up the semi-spiral stairs along the tune, holding on to the railing to the third floor. The sound of the piano became clearer when he walked to the music room.

The scene in front of him horrified him.

It was indeed a monster.

The hair is sparse, with only a dozen or so scattered strands scattered down, extremely ugly, the whole face is severely burned, without eyebrows, the eyelids are burned, drooping strangely, and the skin and flesh are full of healing marks after the flames.

But it was indeed a human being, not an infected person, but the piano keys he touched with his fingers seemed to be enchanted, extremely beautiful and immersive.

Sean didn't bother him until the end of the whole piece, when the pianist pressed the last accent with trembling fingers, then turned his head sideways, staring at Sean with monster-like eyes.

"I've spotted you a long time ago. I can feel even a decibel of movement."

"What kind of psychological test is going to be done?"

When the pianist asked, he was wearing a meticulous suit and asked calmly.

"Do not."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Not only did you make remarks that endanger social security, you even... sold all your property to support anti-social activities."

Sean took out the pistol from the holster and spoke calmly.

"Is it."

The pianist was indifferent and had expected this result.

"Then let's do it."

He sat on the square stool, turned around, expressionless.

"Why, do that."

"Your class, your property, you and those who are agitated at the bottom are not the same."

Sean turned his gun on the pianist.

"As you can see, I am a monster."

"Without the ability to perform, I'm worthless."

"Deportment and temperament are all necessary qualities for a musician."

The pianist said flatly.

"Is that so."

"Death is what you deserve."

"Giving up hope and plunging into darkness is nothing but an act of the weak."

As if he had received some kind of salvation, Sean did not hesitate to follow Luca's instructions, and conveyed the order to the Fourth Section and the army in turn.

It is logical that the pianist listened to all the conversation without showing any surprise.

"Let's go, then."

Sean knocked on the insurance with a crisp voice.

"You're wrong about one thing."

"There is no such thing as a weakling."

"In my opinion, all the theories of sociologists are too complicated and full of nonsense."

"it's actually really easy."

"The whole world is a big club for high-end people."

"The only difference is whether you are a member or not."

"I got kicked out."

"That's all."

"Tomorrow is...that man's public trial, right?"

"So there must be no mistakes."

"It's a pity that I can't see the results anymore."

Saying so, the pianist accepted his fate of death.

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Countermeasure Bureau stronghold.

Hazy sneered.

"If you think you can make a speech in court."

"That would be a big mistake."

"This is a... execution."

With a snap of the fingers.

Two agents entered the confinement room and put a terrifying precision steel device on Di Yu's face, like a muzzle to prevent vicious dogs from biting people.

make him unable to speak.

"Good luck, DB-sama."

(End of this chapter)