Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 352 122: Unexpected Disaster

The Black Snake Gang cannot be said to be a high-end gang. Its main businesses are just the old three things. It is still at the downstream of the channel and has only a fragile gang supply chain.

If one day a gang declines, the boss dies suddenly, or another gang becomes stronger, it will be easy for a small gang like the Black Snake to disappear without a trace and be replaced by the White Snake Gang or the Green Snake Faction.

Bad boys like this young man who have all the five vices are at the bottom of the gang. They live a life of having money today and enjoying themselves today, and not saving a dollar for the day after tomorrow.

But logically speaking, he should be very excited about getting a windfall today, but the young man gradually felt that his physical discomfort became more and more obvious, which weakened his excitement a lot.

"Shit? Was there poison in Jenny's vagina yesterday?"

Although the young man had no evidence, he did not need it; suspicion was enough.

I have heard for a long time that this bitch Jenny accepts anyone who comes to her. As long as there is money, there will be work. The more money, the more work she gets. Some colleagues who can't stand such heavy taste have spread countless rumors in secret, hoping to kill this queen of rolls.

The most deadly rumor among them is naturally HIV.

He knew the jealousy of these people and understood that it was a rumor.

But now it seems that there is no smoke without fire. Maybe I am the one who has been kept in the dark.

He wanted to go check it out, but seeing that the gang's location was almost there, he decided to show up at the gang first and then go check it out.

But when he thought about the cost of the inspection and the fact that the money he earned today might not be enough, he felt a little overwhelmed.

A scoundrel like him definitely doesn't have private medical insurance, and he can't wait in line for free medical care, so he has no choice but to pay for it.

"Damn, I want to take a bite of something."

The young man forcibly suppressed the impulse and walked into the gang's place, an old house next to an old football field.

"Hey, Donny, why are you so early today?" The fair-weather buddy came over and patted his shoulder.

"Is it still early? There is nothing going on today, right?" The young man Donnie moved his eyes away from the brother's flesh and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Damn, originally this place was full of dirty sweat odor, right? Now it was filled with tempting aroma.

What happened to me?
Donnie felt that his saliva was secreting like crazy. He wanted to get close to each of the people in front of him.
The brother noticed his abnormality, held his shoulders, and asked in confusion:
"Donnie? You don't look well?"

"Campbell, you don't look well?"

"Uh, nothing. I just spilled the coffee I bought."

Campbell forced a smile for his colleagues, showed the back of his slightly red hand, then took a deep breath to adjust his state and sat down at his workstation.

He called his wife and confirmed that his family had indeed never had any contact with the so-called Black Snake Society and had only heard of it. But if that was the case, how could he have gotten involved with such a troublesome existence?

His family members are nothing more than himself, his wife, and his son.

It couldn't be that my son, who was still in school, had provoked the Black Snake Society, right?

Unlikely, he knew his son well.

He could only think of a way to explain it properly when the other party called again, and try not to speak in the same tone as he did this morning.

After all, he is just an ordinary home decoration designer and cannot afford to offend gang members like the Black Snake Society.

As long as the other party goes to his home or company and makes trouble, he will definitely not have a good ending. Calling the police is of little use. These scoundrels have a hundred ways to continue to cause trouble for him. Provoking the police will only make them angry.

He is a typical barefoot man who is not afraid of those wearing shoes. It seems that anyone can bully him, a middle-aged man with a family.

Now he is more inclined to believe that some damn bastard borrowed his name and phone number, offended the wrong person, or borrowed money from a loan shark and ran away. Although it is also a troublesome matter, there is still hope of a solution.

It's not so damnable that you just put the blame of another person's misfortune on an innocent person!
"It's a very eventful time, alas."

He cheered himself up, found the distribution list from the system, and started working.

After half an hour of this, he finally got into the mood after turning his phone to silent mode. Time began to pass by unknowingly, and he didn't even notice the sirens whistling on the street below the office building.

The Black Snake Society’s headquarters.

At this moment, this place has been tightly blocked, with several armored vehicles on standby, and special police armed with real guns and bullets occupying advantageous buildings around and on guard at all times.

An ordinary-looking car tried to enter but was stopped by the special police.

The driver took out his ID, the SWAT officer looked at it and handed it back, saluted and let him go.

The car drove to the old football field next to the Black Snake Club, and a man in a suit and tie with a frown got out.

"Mayor, we are very close to the first incident site. We must wear chemical protective suits just in case." The mayor's secretary reminded.

"Well, spray the water mist twice more and force the survivors to wash." The mayor nodded.

The secretary gave the order, and soon the atomizer truck started again, with another cloud of water mist falling from the sky.

At this time, the mayor had already put on his chemical protective suit and entered the core area of ​​infection, a row of old houses connected together.

"Mayor, this infection incident has caused a total of thirteen deaths, seven of whom were clearly infected, and the remaining six were shot to death in the chaos." The police chief stepped forward to report the situation he had just received.

The mayor sighed and looked over the neatly arranged corpses, but he didn't dare to get too close for fear that they might suddenly come back to life.

He had a bad feeling when he heard about the train accident yesterday. This morning he received a request to prepare to receive Chaofan. And now, his premonition has come true and is waiting for him here.

The coming of that extraordinary person was probably related to this infection incident, otherwise it wouldn't make sense that problems would occur here by coincidence as soon as the other party was about to come.

It can only be that the official investigation found out that Voodoo has plans in Bello City, so Chaofan came here.

It can't be that the Voodoo Cult is deliberately causing trouble just because the extraordinary is coming. No way, no way.

"This is the leader of the Black Snake Gang, who calls himself Black Snake." The director waved his hand, and two people carried over a black guy who was soaking wet, dripping with water, and whose body was tied up tightly.

"It's none of my business! It's really none of my business!!" Black Snake knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he was in big trouble now. If he was not careful, he would die quietly and no one would choose to investigate further for him.

This was true even for the person he supported the most.

"Tell me everything you know." Although the director had asked this question in advance, he did not take out the confession record at this time, but asked him to tell the mayor in person.

"I say! I say! It's that Donny! It's all his fault, all his fault. He was acting strange when he came today. He is usually the noisiest one, but today he was unusually quiet. Then, he suddenly went crazy and bit Pique's neck. Then everything got chaotic!"

"Fortunately we have guns. I plead guilty to possessing firearms illegally! Then we will kill all those who might be bitten. We are all defending ourselves for the sake of Bello City!"

Black Snake was still mumbling something, but after being punched by the director, he became much more obedient and didn't dare to say any more nonsense.

"We have interviewed all the survivors about the basic situation, and they are pretty much the same, so the source of infection should be the man named Donnie."

"And there are no signs of bites on his body, so he could have been infected through the Resurrection Corpse Powder."

The mayor laughed bitterly: "This also means that there are voodoo people sneaking into our Bello City."

"From the current perspective, it is like this. I have made every effort to investigate Donny's social relations, and there will be results soon." The director replied carefully.

"Mayor Mr. Ito has arrived, and with him is the president's extraordinary reception team, led by Commissioner Carlos." The secretary called the mayor aside and whispered.

"According to the order of the President, all information should be shared with him. Did they come here by helicopter? We can let them land directly on the football field outside." The mayor waved his hand.

"Yes."

The mayor looked back at the tall buildings in the distance, wondering if Belo City could survive this disaster.

Non-drug housing.

Xavier was soaking in a non-toxic potion, his face flushed and veins exposed.

Fei Du was standing by his side, and his eyes, which had always been emotionless, revealed a rare emotion: a kind of fanaticism.

A desire and pursuit for the unknown and for power.

"Take a deep breath, use the breathing method I taught you, don't be impatient, you can only soak in this potion once, the longer you soak, the more you will absorb, and the more benefits you will get."

“There are still many people who need your help, and you will become a great hero in Rio, just like your name, Xavier.”

An hour later, the crimson potion had turned clear. Fei Du reached out and gently scooped up a handful. A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Perfect, what a perfect experimental subject."

He was very glad. If such an experimental subject had been found by Augustus first, he would have no share. Although with the president's ability, he would definitely create a more powerful experimental subject, the precious experience and direct knowledge contained therein would not be his.

"One day, I will make the most perfect and powerful extraordinary potion."

Fei Du collected his thoughts and picked up Xavier, who had fallen asleep in the bathtub at some point. He wiped him clean carefully, as if he were a beloved toy, and put him on the bed.

Although the Eagle Warrior's heritage is fictional, what Fei Du is currently doing is indeed an extraordinary route he is exploring and constructing.

As we all know, there are only five clear ways to achieve transcendence in the world.

The first is to swallow some elixir bestowed by a high-ranking person, but now it is almost cut off, and no newcomer has achieved extraordinary success through this method for more than three years.

The second is the inheritance of the Paladin lineage, but because it is kept too secret, we can only guess that it is bloodline stimulation.

The third is the divine grace sorcerer, who requires great talent and someone to guide him into the door. Ordinary people have no chance of getting in touch with him unless they are extremely lucky.

The above three methods are extremely difficult to obtain. The only one who gives ordinary people a chance is the divine warlock Fei Du, but he knows the difficulty too well. Just comprehending the void paradise and entering the meditative state has screened a large number of people.

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The fourth type is the most promising, which is to become a werewolf's follower. Although it has shortcomings and it is not clear whether it can lead to immortality, it can cure diseases and prolong life, but the number of places is limited.

The fifth type is the Moon Initiator. To this day, the rules of awakening are still unknown, but Augustus said that this power has great hidden dangers.

The ideal of non-poison is to design the sixth extraordinary channel through medicine.

If he succeeds, he will establish his own school of thought, and Augustus may not be able to restrict him.

I originally thought that this mission was a big loss as I almost used up all the fifth-generation wolfsbane potion I had accumulated. The only benefit might be that I could get more experimental data on wolfsbane potion and start developing the sixth generation.

But now the benefits are more than just that.

The sixth-generation wolfsbane potion was just a by-product, and Xavier was his biggest gain on this trip.

As for the future of this city and this country, he doesn't care.

"Ito, Ito, since you took the initiative to show up twice, it seems to be the choice of fate. I have no choice but to trouble you to become the whetstone for my perfect experimental subject."

Fei Du's hand slid across Xavier's sleeping face, and he slowly left the room, continuing to prepare more potions that might be used.

noon.

Campbell went to the restaurant downstairs, ordered a black bean stew, and ate while chatting with his colleagues.

"I heard that something big happened over at the Black Snake Society."

"Who knows? From the short video, they were surrounded by police."

"Hey, not just the police, but SWAT, hell, I even saw a helicopter flying over."

“Could it have happened?”

The discussion at the next table quickly attracted Campbell's attention because it involved the Black Snake Society.

After listening carefully for a while, he realized that the cause was the sound of gunfire from the Black Snake Society. Then there were rumors that some people saw zombies, some said it was aliens, and some said they saw a dozen corpses crawling out of the football field.

Soon after, it was blocked off by officials with super-efficiency, and the situation looked very serious.

Upon hearing the news, Campbell suddenly felt relieved and happy.

He was just thinking about what to do, but he didn't expect that in such a short time, the so-called Black Snake Society would be unable to take care of themselves, and probably didn't have the mind to pay attention to him.

For a moment, his appetite increased and he ate much faster.

"Oh, I hope it's not zombies. That would be too scary. If it really breaks out in Belo, our life savings will be gone, and we might even become refugees." A colleague who is a middle-aged man like Campbell was worried and had obviously paid close attention to the news in this regard.

"Don't zombies appear in Rio all the time? They won't appear in our state, right?" Campbell was not very confident.

“It’s hard to say.” The colleague looked around, covered his mouth with one hand, and lowered his voice. “I heard that a train had an accident in our state and zombies broke out. This kind of thing can’t be concealed. I guess the official will announce it soon.”

"Once panic spreads, our business will become even more difficult." My colleague shook his head pessimistically.

With the rapid development of AI in recent years, their design industry has also faced many challenges.

If we add the information that a zombie disaster has broken out nearby, only a very small number of people will come to settle here.

Although they accept orders from all over the world, their main clients are actually from Rio, and they also have a considerable proportion of business in Belo, which has established a good reputation.

After having a quite delicious lunch, the two returned to the office building.

As soon as I came in, I saw two police officers talking to the boss.

When the boss saw Campbell, he was like a pardon, and quickly pointed at him and said, "He, he is Campbell, the person you are looking for."

The two police officers looked over and even put their hands on their gun holsters, as if they would shoot the moment Campbell made any unusual movement.

Campbell opened his mouth, not knowing what was going on, and looked around in confusion.

The colleague who had just been quite close to him turned his eyes away, moved his feet, and quietly distanced himself from him.

"Me, me?" Campbell pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Yes! The police are here to find you! Also, why didn't you answer my several phone calls?!" the boss said angrily, but didn't dare to get too close to him.

Campbell subconsciously touched his pocket, but before he took out his phone, he remembered that he had turned his phone to silent mode in the morning in order to get into the state earlier. He had planned to turn it back on after half an hour, but forgot about it.

His action further irritated the policemen. One of them quickly pounced on him, handcuffed his hands, pressed him to the ground, and the mobile phone in his pocket fell to the side.

"Mr. Campbell, there is a murder case that requires your assistance! Please cooperate! Do not try to resist, otherwise we have the right to conduct defensive law enforcement!"

Campbell was in tears. How could he deserve such a big arrest?

"I-I won't fight back ahem, please, I can't breathe."

Campbell felt that he was wronged. Not only had he not done anything bad, he had lived an honest life and had no intention of escaping just now.

"The target has been captured, maintain sniper surveillance."

The police officer nearby said this on the intercom.

Campbell's scalp tingled.

What the hell? They even arranged a sniper?
Why don't you just tell me?
"May I know what it is?" Campbell asked desperately.

The police officer glanced at him and said, "Once you get there, you'll have plenty of time to recall the past."

The tone of his words seemed to indicate that he knew something.

It's over, his life is completely messed up.

And he didn't know the reason yet.

No, it’s not that I don’t know anything.

The only thing he could think of was something related to the Black Snake Society.

Could it be because the guy who quarreled with me today died?

The police suspected that I was the murderer?
Campbell opened his mouth but said nothing. He knew that nothing he said would count here, so it would be better to save his words for later.

"Beto, please tell my wife that I'm on a business trip."

Campbell could only say this to his colleagues before he was taken away by the police.

On the way, the police put a bag over his head and took him to a police car that was specially used to detain criminals.

(End of this chapter)