latent syndrome.

Chapter 50
three days later.

The torrential rain poured down, and the oppressive black clouds completely enveloped the city of Los Angeles. The raindrops pierced the sky and covered the sky and poured down in thin lines. After passing through a height of thousands of meters, they hit the ground and swayed suddenly.

In this vast and boundless city, fragmented and violent noises erupted.

On a street in St. George's district, Eugene and his wife sheltered from the rain in a pickup truck. There were few pedestrians on the street, and some shops were closed, making it extremely deserted.

At this moment, Ke Lin seemed to have received some text message, picked up his umbrella and opened the car door.

"Where are you going?"

Although the above arrangement has all the agents on standby, due to the turmoil in Los Angeles and the fact that many NGO organizations have been controlled by SCT to carry out awareness output propaganda to the citizens, the atmosphere in the whole city is becoming more and more uneasy, and the submerged disease seems to spread faster. The probability of an infected person hurting another person begins to rise.

"Go take care of some private matters."

Colin looked solemn. He had already retrieved some of Grey's information. He used to belong to the Liberty Alliance Army Quick Response Force, but that was a long time ago. There was still a period of experience between her tenure as the chief of Section [-]. The blank space seems to have been deliberately erased.

Next, as long as the information is passed on to Matsuko Hoshino, they may be able to follow the clues to find Gray's true identity.

But there is no rush.

He had to wait until he was promoted to an elite agent and mastered the method of disabling the locator, so that he could have a bargaining chip with Hoshino Matsuka, otherwise he would not get any benefit if he just gave her the information.

Eugene has gotten used to Colin's strange behavior recently, it doesn't matter if he's going to find a prostitute or something, as long as nothing happens.

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A commercial plaza in the central business district, because there is a glass canopy covering the entire street, even if it is raining heavily, there are not many people who come to shop, dine and entertain.

The apartment Colin listed for sale on the Internet has already heard back. Yesterday, someone contacted him to meet at a random coffee shop in the central business district the next day.

During the call, he truthfully told the truth about the death of someone next door. He didn't care about the little money, and sold it at a low price. The other party didn't care as much as he could get back, and finally proposed an amount of 60% of the market price.

According to the agreement, he arrived at the cafe where the other party was.

It is no different from other cafes, with red antique cultural wall tiles and some green plants on the outside. He opened the Western-style sliding door and entered.

The interior decoration is also ordinary, with log style tables and chairs and wrought iron chandeliers, the aesthetics of Nordic pastoral mix and match combined with freshness and warmth.

To Colin's surprise, the business of this cafe was quite deserted. There was only one customer, sitting on a chair, his white silk gloves were taken off. Although his hands were full of scratches and roughness, they were weirdly slender. Holding a coffee mug to keep warm.

"It's you who are going to buy real estate."

Colin sat across from that person, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would be him.

"Yes, I'm sorry that such a heavy rain made you rush here."

His voice was quite hoarse, and his unhurried enunciation was extremely calm and elegant.

"Your attire..."

It was rare for Colin to see such a middle-aged man. He wore an extremely neat old-fashioned dark mafia suit, a houndstooth black tie that was not even a centimeter crooked, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed dark red round-frame sunglasses.

"is there a problem?"

Randy thought that Colin was picking on himself, so he checked whether there was an extra cuff button, because it would make the other party feel loose.

But no, he fastened the inside buttons.

"nothing……"

Colin discovered this tiny detail. He didn't expect that there are such old-fashioned people in this era. He just wanted to praise his good taste.

Compared to myself, I only wore a white shirt and a woolen jacket that hadn't been washed for three days, as well as trousers of an unknown material from a big sale, and sneakers.

"Not to mention the troublesome things, 65% of the market price, this lot is recognized as one of the best locations in Los Angeles, undisputed, after you read it and feel satisfied, sign the contract. "

Colin didn't really care, but it was always better to get this mess out of the way sooner rather than drag it on.

However, Randy frowned. That would be too fast. It's not that being efficient is bad, but there's nothing worse than not being able to enjoy work.

He smelled it, the smell of cheap cigarettes and bad alcohol, and the delicious indulgence was ecstatic.

But the wonderful thing is.

That paradoxical will.

"You are a responsible person."

Randy said this suddenly.

"I have something to do later,"

Colin didn't want to listen to this nonsense at all, he didn't want to waste all his time on this shit.

"At least let me finish this cup of coffee."

"With all due respect, you don't look very wealthy, but you didn't hide the bad things happened in the house like a real estate consultant. You know, this can bring you at least 15.00% to [-]% more income. profit."

"I can only guess at that."

Randy has already found the pistol under Colin's clothes. Although he looks different from the photo, he is indeed one of the countermeasure bureau agents.

"I'd rather do that than have the real estate consultant earn a commission."

Colin tapped his fingers on the table, seeing that Randy's coffee was still full and he didn't have the slightest intention to drink it, which made him a little irritable, and the coffee was still steaming and very hot.

What Colin didn't expect was that Randy gulped down the coffee above 60 degrees Celsius.

Although Colin does mind waiting a little longer, is it not a good idea to do so?This man was too old-fashioned, and he could imagine the burning pain in his esophagus.

"It's not just that."

"just now."

"Let me catch it again."

"Your sense of responsibility."

"Doing business with you makes me feel at ease."

Randy wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up without saying much, and was about to "check out" the so-called apartment.

This way of talking displeased Colin a little.

"You can say whatever you want."

Colin was speechless.

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Came to the upper floors of the apartment building and entered the LDK apartment under the name of Ke Lin.

Because no one lived in it for about two months, although the furniture and furnishings are very exquisite, it has been covered with a light layer of dust.

Randy is very careful to check whether various equipment can be used, water heater, oven, and lighting problems of various pendant lights and track lights.

"It's true that there is a lot of dust. I can afford the cleaning fee. What do you think?"

Colin's expression was gloomy. Although there was no sign at present, he always had an ominous premonition.

And he couldn't see his eyes clearly through the blood-colored sunglasses of this person, he faintly sensed some danger.

"Um……"

Randy pondered for a while, and then made a move that put Colin on high alert.

He walked to the entrance door and slowly locked the door.

The crisp and cold sound of gears and instruments turning.

Like some kind of death knell.

"It's so weird..."

Randy took a deep sniff. He'd never been in a situation like this. He'd never met anyone like this.

He had no sense of where Colin came from, no sense of what work he was doing.

It's not the pungent cheap alcohol and tobacco.

It's that he doesn't seem to have any smell.

"A wandering soul in search of flesh."

"He can enter anyone's personality if he wants to."

"For him, all seats are empty."

That's not enough.

It had to be scary enough for his brain to send out the transmitters of honesty and frankness.

Under the shade of the light, Randy's sunglasses reflected bright red brilliance.

"Shut up, Nietzsche, you are the killer from SCT who hunted and killed infected people recently, right?"

Colin also pulled out his gun, and there was no fear in his eyes. What a coincidence, as long as he kills this man, he can be promoted to an elite agent.

(End of this chapter)