The blood slid along the crack in the elbow joint, to the ridge of the knuckle, and finally dripped on the ground.
"So familiar..."
"No wonder I always feel like I've seen you somewhere."
A flash of inspiration flashed in Di Wei's mind, and he miraculously recalled it. Seeing Colin's extremely embarrassed look, he vaguely recalled a few months ago when he and the members of the world-touring ballet troupe were having fun.
, I met a man who had a heart attack at a convenience store, because he felt very happy about stealing at the time, and I still had a bit of an impression.
The same look of someone about to die gradually overlapped with the blurry figure in his mind.
"Yes, it's in that convenience store. It's really strange, like fate."
The blood on Di Biao's forehead flowed into his eyes, and his vision became increasingly blurry. He was staggering and almost couldn't stand up.
Take advantage of Di Wei's time to waste his energy by talking.
Colin cheated.
From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of believing this madman's words. He never had any intention of playing such a mentally retarded game. He just wanted to settle the regret of not being able to beat up this freak at the convenience store.
While Di Wei was distracted and unconscious, Colin channeled the power of the different space into his body, giving him extra strength.
Colin rushed forward and pushed Di Wei to the ground.
The back of Di Biao's head hit the edge of the stone steps hard, causing the wound to bleed, and his consciousness was completely lost.
Then Colin exerted all his strength, used his maximum strength, and used the pure bones and joints of his fists that had already broken open the fist to punch Di Yi, punching to the flesh and hitting his face.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
Like smashing the dough with an iron ball, Di Biao's head was constantly distorted and deformed with each punch, until the bones cracked, the sticky flesh and blood exploded, and the sound of shaking brains was heard endlessly.
It actually blew Di Zong's head off, and it was impossible to tell that it was a head, just fragments of bone and flesh and some tattered and shriveled blood vessels stuck in a mass of paste.
As Di Biao's body jumped a few times reflexively, his breathing also stopped. After a final twitch of his fingers, there was no response anymore.
He was actually beaten to death by Colin.
Colin stood up, gasping for air, staring at Di Biao's body, he couldn't believe it.
Is this madman dead?
The top SCT cadre who planned a series of bombings died like this.
He just stood there and watched.
After staring at it for a minute, the corpse showed no reaction. It was just like the other corpses in the lobby, just a pile of dead flesh.
Colin still couldn't believe it.
The vision suggested by the devil began to exert force, and his body instantly returned to its peak condition. All the dislocated and fractured bones were restored to normal, and all bruises and wounds were instantly eliminated. Even if his whole body was completely shattered, Colin could recover in an instant.
Not to mention these "small injuries".
Staring at the headless body on the ground, Colin did not dare to be careless. A river of blood gathered on the ground, and several demonic dogs condensed into it. They went up and tore Di Biao's body crazily until it was completely bitten into pieces with some broken parts.
Cloth, not even a human figure can be seen.
Colin was still not careless. He found several bottles of spirits with an alcohol content of more than 50% from the room, poured them all on Di Biao, lit the lighter, and watched it burn completely, with a burning smell hitting his face, until he was burned to death.
Scattered black charcoal.
Colin picked up the phone and wanted to call his ex-wife.
In his previous opinion, the best way was to completely cut off contact as long as there was no contact. Anyway, he had nothing to do with her anymore.
But unscrupulous people like SCT can't control that much. During this period, in order to prevent new patients in Los Angeles from joining the countermeasures bureau, they have attacked the families of regular agents and elite agents. Some of them have had their whole families killed.
, even swaddled babies.
Although they have asked their families to leave Los Angeles to seek refuge, SCT is not only infected, but also countless ordinary people. Their role is to do some low-level things, but as long as they have guns, in the ordinary world
It's more than enough.
Colin realized that even across the entire Free Alliance, from the West Coast to the East Coast, nothing could be left to chance.
He called his ex-wife.
It was connected within a short while.
It was a man's voice. Colin recognized it as his father-in-law and was surprised by Colin's call.
After learning that his ex-wife had started to move one after another, Colin felt relieved. When he asked his father-in-law why he moved, he only replied that his daughter was not in a good mood living there and it reminded her of some bad things.
It happened, so I decided to find a new environment and start over.
After a few words of caution, Colin hung up the phone.
Then he dialed Gray's number.
The moment the call was connected.
"I might……"
"Killed Di Bong, but I'm not sure."
After describing the general story to Gray, he said that he could continue to work for Section 11, but the condition was that he must protect his... former family in Liberty City.
Gray readily agreed and was also surprised by Colin's fierceness. He might already be stronger than some S-class infected people.
Maybe Colin doesn't need to be isolated and protected at all, and letting him do what he should do may be the key to turning everything around.
When he learned that Colin was in good condition, he was asked to return to Team 02 and quickly go to support Lister. On the road leading to downtown Hollywood, a man named Johnny Francesca was doing something crazy.
Colin had no objection. After staring at Di Biao's still burning body, he left the exchange club.
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More than ten minutes later.
A tall man nearly two meters tall came to the lobby of the exchange club and found that the place was full of corpses. His face was full of bullet holes and scars, and he was wearing a brown leather jacket.
It is surprisingly an S-class infected person from Section 11, Saka.
After learning that Colin and Di Wei were fighting here, he came over immediately to provide support.
Unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.
There was only one corpse in the entire lobby. It was different from the others. It wasn't even a corpse. It was an extremely fragmented piece of black coke, still smoking.
There was a blood-stained black double-breasted coat on the ground. Without even thinking about it, Saka had already made a judgment.
"To die so young... damn sct."
Saka sighed, in his eyes, even he was not good enough in front of the SCT's top cadres, let alone Colin, who had just been promoted to elite agent.
"That's not Colin's body."
Violet also rushed to the scene, frowning as she looked at the surrounding environment.
Seeing this sudden mysterious woman, Seka thought quickly. With silver hair, extremely fashionable leather boots and leather pants, and a sequined leather jacket, she should be the Witcher that Gray talked about.
"How did you know?"
Saka was puzzled.
"Through visualization."
Violet said extremely magical words, and Saka didn't bother to think about it. These people came from some ancient secret sects, or some killer organizations. To be honest... although they were a bit magical, they had all developed the Abyssal Syndrome.
He did not rule out that these people came from outer space or other worlds.
She walked forward, squatted down, and carefully observed Di Zhu's body. Saka was also waiting for the result. If Di Zhu died, peace in Luo City would be close.
"Is this Di Wei?"
Seka asked.
Violet nodded.
"he died?"
Saka was a little in disbelief.
"You should know that a person infected with Latent Abyssal Syndrome is a monster that transcends matter and spirit. He is indeed dead, but not completely dead."
Violet replied.
The ups and downs made Saka a little unhappy, that is, he was not dead. He had known that these top SCT cadres were very evil.
"But none of that matters."
Violet originally thought that Heller was just a special case. She was not an infected person, but a phenomenon of disordered cause and effect. She didn't expect that it also happened to this man.
There is also Colin, but this man is not crazy, but has more fog. It is a great power that he cannot detect that envelopes him. He does not know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
This has nothing to do with the symbolic world,
Rather, it is related to the deep realm, a supreme framework, shaken by the supreme thing, where human destiny is intertwined, and chaos occurs.
"It seems that the situation has far exceeded everyone's expectations. By then, neither the Countermeasures Bureau, nor the SCT, nor the entire world will be spared."
Violet took a deep breath.
"What do you mean?"
Seka was puzzled, but she still felt a little creepy. In her description, SCT was just an insignificant thing, but SCT was already so crazy. Is there anything more terrifying?
"Do you believe in the existence of God, Agent Seka?"
Violet is no longer prepared to stay in Los Angeles and must report the situation to the organization.
