latent syndrome.

Chapter 336 335. Transfer Station

Located in the thirteenth destruction area, one of the transfer stations of the Salvation Army, on an extremely winding mountain road, there is a rest stop with a picture of a dove of peace spreading its wings.

The transfer station plays the role of isolating the cadres under Chainsaw. These people are not insignificant. In this last days of crazy Gu refining, those who can survive and climb to a certain position do not necessarily have to be afraid of him, or the chainsaw. Saw has extremely severe persecution paranoia, everyone wants to kill him, everyone tries to cut him to pieces, even his wife doesn't trust him.

Chainsaw is married and his wife is well protected by him.

In addition, the transfer station is directly connected to the research institute. In case of mistakes, there must be heavy guards. There are even two S-level infected people staying here.

All the transport vehicles were parked outside, there were more than a dozen of them in total, and inside the rest station, two infected people were playing poker, and it was an extremely childish way of playing.

Two people share half of the cards, you lay them down one by one, until there are identical cards on the spread, then take away all the cards sandwiched between them, it's all about luck, it's doomed from the beginning, there is no game, Just the most boring way to pass the time.

"Uncle, I used to be called an expert in killing the whole family."

Nicholas said so.

It seems that there is some kind of weird comparison.

"Uncle, I used to be called the master of torture."

Galilei said so.

At this time, a message came from the walkie-talkie, saying that the team from Damon's side in the third destruction area under the mountain was coming with supplies.

Due to nuclear radiation interference, long-distance radio communication cannot be used, but it has little effect in short distances.

Galilei responded casually, not taking it seriously, turning a blind eye to the surveillance video outside, and concentrating on playing a boring poker game.

Both of them used to be well-known killers in the underground world, and they were infected only after Doomsday, under the general environment of global infection.

"first."

"I have great sewing skills and can put any creature's head on a human head, completely naturally."

"Can anyone else do it?"

"Even animal fur can be perfectly reproduced, FURRY accuses me."

"god."

Galilei sighed endlessly, and spoke in an extremely pretentious manner.

The weird comparisons are still going on.

"FURRY control..."

"Otherwise."

"True art must be intuitive and acceptable to the simple public."

"Murder without a trace, without the slightest trace of blood, without a trace of strangulation, just like a mysterious oriental chef, with superb knife skills, when he cuts off with one knife, the fish does not know that he is dead, and is still wandering in the bowl."

"It's good for the benefit of the group of friends. The general public agrees that it's okay to wear black silk, and it's a professional mortician."

"I am the only hero in the world."

Nikolai lays down a King of Spades, corresponding to the King at the top of the bridge, and collects all the cards.

"Isn't it still a dead body?"

Galilei was speechless.

"Forehead……"

"Yeah, why are they all corpses?"

Nicholas was shocked, as if struck by lightning.

"Hold."

"I can't stay in this transfer station B for a day. I give food and drinks to those rocket experts every day. I don't have that much filial piety to my mother."

Galilei was suddenly incapable and furious, and tore all the remaining cards in his hand into pieces.

"Hold!"

"Stupid game! I'm actually playing a stupid game with you here!"

"Those scientists are throwing crazy parties every day, asshole!"

Anger burned in Galilei's heart, and his mood was extremely unbalanced. Although this is a fat job that can suck up a lot of oil and water without anyone noticing it, the working environment is too damn bad.

"Hello."

"Don't say something explosive all of a sudden, bastard."

Nicholas was speechless, Galilei's brain circuit was amazing.

Without warning.

Galilei began to talk about extremely strange things.

"I read about it in the paper once."

"Antarctic scientific research station... yes."

"The Antarctic scientific research station, before entering the Antarctic, there is a joint scientific research station, and every scientist who enters and exits the Antarctic must go through that place for registration and the like."

"According to the research report, it is the place where the per capita use of rubber products is the highest, and at least tens of thousands of them are used a year."

Galilei said so.

"real or fake?"

Nicholas couldn't believe it, tens of thousands, those scientists should be very few, wouldn't they just do things day and night?

"Of course it's fucking true. It's the official report."

"Those guys have nothing to do in the cold weather, and they don't have internet or anything like that. All the tax money we pay is given to them to go to the end of the world to open a bank party."

Galilei clenched his fists and hated that he was not a geologist. If he could go back in time, when the teacher asked him what his dream was in middle school, he would answer without hesitation that he was a geologist.

As cool as killer sounds, it's too fucking stupid.

"So knowledge changes destiny."

Nicola let out a long sigh.

It seems that there is some kind of weird comparison.

"Roulette……"

"Yes... roulette."

"In some capital-controlled plutocratic countries, there is such a way to poke a hole in the rubber product, and then the plutocrats will use it in turn. After ten months, the female star will give birth to a child, and she will buy it for her. One-stop villa and sports car."

Nicholas said so.

boom!
Like a thunderbolt blasting into Galilei's heart, he was greatly shocked.

At this moment, there was a sound of traffic outside. It must be that Damon's people had arrived, but the two of them had no intention of going out, so they just let their horsemen deal with it.

What's more, because of confidentiality reasons, the two of them should not come forward.

Unexpectedly, the person speaking on the intercom was not Damon, but a hunchbacked man with a face that had been chopped off by an axe, and asked the two managers to go out and take a look.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

"Could it be that Damon was cut off?"

"After all, there are so many supplies, and there are many people watching."

Galilei had an ominous premonition. He had been staying here for half a year, and nothing went wrong. Today was the first time.

"It's unlikely. Damon used to be an agent of Section [-], a ruthless character among ruthless characters. We can't handle it together."

"Whoever robs him must be at least at the same level as the chain saw."

"But people of that level... are unlikely to be interested in materials. Those who are halfway through the gods are going to become fucking immortals."

Nicholas spoke calmly.

"Let's go."

"Go out and see."

Galilei picked up his rifle and loaded some Bureau-standard ammunition.

2 minute later.

The Panshan Highway at an altitude of more than 3000 meters, although the plants are dry and hazy, but the density is also very good to cover up this transfer station.

Ashes drifted from the sky.

The Salvation Army guarding the transfer station were all on high alert. They discovered something unusual. These rangers were highly tense. Although they tried their best to conceal it, they were still not tense because of their psychological quality. They felt that they were very flustered.

Galilei also noticed something unusual.

"Who the hell are you?"

Galilei asked Luca with elegant words.

(End of this chapter)