latent syndrome.

Chapter 49
Five days later.

Fast food restaurant in St. George's area.

"I beat up my boss. The bastard's leg bones were broken and he didn't dare to fight back. He just curled up and shivered like a little chick. He couldn't get out of the hospital bed for half a year."

"It sounds terrible, you have a wife and kids to support."

"Fuck the mentally retarded bitch brainwashed by luxury goods, that damn little bastard is almost 20 years old, didn't go to college and didn't go to work, watching childish cartoons at home all day, it doesn't make sense... none of this makes sense , we're the only ones to put up with this shit, I didn't want to do it 20 years ago, and now I'm relieved to have a new life, you know."

"Do you need money? It's okay. I still have some here. It will be difficult for you to live in the future."

"You misunderstood me. I don't need money. In fact, I've met some people recently. Money is just a trivial matter. I'll take you to the Troy Club later, and I'll pay for it."

"Fuck, you are so powerful, brother, can you introduce me?"

"Shh... the first rule is don't mention it, I'll take you there when the time comes."

A few white men at the next table had a cheerful conversation.

This made Eugene a little worried. SCT permeates Los Angeles like a network of capillaries. She can feel that the state and conversation of some ordinary citizens that she occasionally meets recently are not right.

It was Colin who worried Eugene even more.

"I know, you went to the Intelligence Bureau to check the information on the military and police personnel, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Ever since he solved the serial murder case that targeted movie stars and models, his whole temperament has changed drastically. Not only can he no longer utter a single swear word, but his face that seems like everyone owes him money has also completely calmed down. Now Like a missionary, as if he could have a dialogue with God, he has been meditating on something.

Recently, many members of the Countermeasures Bureau have inexplicably died, no less than a dozen teams, and none of them went to perform dangerous missions. SCT probably got the information from somewhere, and was killing the infected agents of the Countermeasures Bureau.

Although Eugene didn't think it was betrayed by Colin, Colin must be hiding some secrets. Now that strange oriental woman is not as simple as a filmmaker.

"Yes, I do have something to hide from you, do you have any questions?"

Colin lit a cigarette and smoked.

Considering the recent killer activities, Gray ordered most of the infected agents to stand by and hibernate. The traitor hidden inside must be found out before the next step can be carried out.

"Blood Eagle... This is a small team. Although the name sounds like they are making a movie, the trust of this duo has completely collapsed."

Eugene sipped his coffee with a sad face, and thought that Colin had experienced a lot recently. He didn't even know how to use a gun when he was in the stock exchange, but now he kills people without blinking an eye.

The day before yesterday, there was an infected person who went berserk and murdered. Colin just shot his head off with a blank expression, and then slowly watched him burn into ashes.

This really frightened Eugene, and he became very unstable mentally.

"I just... suddenly discovered something."

"Perhaps there is no right or wrong, nor good or evil."

"It's just that different people can realize different values."

Colin has already asked Irina if there is a way to release the locator, and he got an affirmative answer, but there is no way to know how to release it, unless he is promoted to an elite agent and becomes the core force of Section No.11 .

"You know, you're talking like SCT now, are you starting to agree with what they're doing?"

Eugene's expression immediately became serious. The concept of SCT undoubtedly has a strong deceptive power, but it is not realistic at all, it is just a madman's fantasy.

"I never said that."

"They're all just lunatics."

"It's not just them, everyone is crazy."

"Because of submerged disease."

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At the same time, on the other side of Los Angeles.

In an abandoned factory, a fierce battle is taking place.

More than a dozen heavily armed non-infected people from the Countermeasure Bureau have died, and their bodies are lying around, with pools of blood flowing out.

The timber factory that has been completely abandoned, because of the cost of hauling, many large facilities have not been moved away, and they are left here to rust. Horrific steel such as wood chippers and engraving machines are mixed with this bright red pile of broken corpses, like hell.

Randy's dark red round sunglasses were covered in blood, and he had to take them off and wipe them with a handkerchief before putting them back on.

"Facts have proved that no matter how much you care about people, comrades-in-arms, wives, children, when his blood flows to his side, he still can't help but take a step back."

Randy was not uninjured, because there was still a so-called A-level infected person left on the other side. He strangled the last non-human infected person who was retreating backwards with a metal coiled wire with a blade, and said calmly.

The hint of the A-level infected person is the emperor. In fact, his anchor point has approached the S-level, which belongs to the category of quasi-S-level.

he is confident...

Even the most powerful infected person in Los Angeles, the butcher, can handle it by himself.

But this well-dressed, middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, from the very beginning to the present, has always looked at ease.

"Any other means, use them."

The A-level infected must not let him escape, otherwise, with his ability and the information he has, most of the infected agents in Section [-] will not be spared.

Randy felt that he was indeed powerful and oppressive, and that he might die here.

I am going to die...

I am going to die!
Randy's fingers trembled, as if in some kind of wild intoxication.

The A-level infected person used his ability, and the large facilities around him began to distort and deform, including the earth and rocks on the ground, which turned into rough spears and swords, all of which shot towards Randy.

clack clack...

Like a hedgehog, Randy was pierced all over his body, his limbs were nailed to the wall, all his internal organs were shattered, and the side of his cheek was pierced by a thorn sword, and the blood flow continued, like a sponge filled with red liquid being rolled by a hydraulic machine, Fluttering blood flowed out.

But he didn't make any cry.

Randy thought of those wonderful times recuperating in the psychiatric prison, and couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic. The exquisite skills of those psychiatric clinicians were truly extraordinary.

I saw Randy forcefully tore one hand out of the weapon nailed to the wall, and could hear the crisp sound of fascia breaking, muscles bursting, and bones shattering.

This scene made the A-level infected person shudder.

Next.

I saw Randy's hand pressed the handle of the weapon pierced into the face, stirring slowly like a clockwork, with a somewhat intoxicated facial expression.

Over the years, he has learned all the ingenious techniques of those doctors, which is really wonderful, ice pick surgery, what a great discovery, and even won the Nobel Prize.

He could feel the sharp object passing through the orbital bone, sticking to the eyeball and entering the head, and the frontal lobe of his brain was slowly disappearing.

What physics is to general relativity, pain is to ice pick surgery.

This is the double sublimation of body and soul.

Then, he actually read Baudelaire's poems.

"I am the wound, and the blade."

"I'm a slap and a face."

"I am the limbs and the torture vehicle."

"I am a death row prisoner and a butcher."

Randy continued to stir while he took a deep breath.

"I smell..."

"You're shaking."

"Your cerebral cortex... has a strong fragrance."

"I'm really guilty."

His sunglasses exuded a hell-like light, which made the A-level infected want to flee.

But it is already late.

(End of this chapter)