Five days have passed since I left the headquarters of Section 11.
Los Angeles metropolitan area, Gold Coast.
It was noon, cloudless, and the sky was clear and blue.
The sea breeze has a hint of saltiness, and from time to time, the cries of seagulls can be heard, in a row of buildings shaded by palm trees, in a refreshing cafe.
"I hate animal rights organizations, they are useless trash."
"Why?"
"My wife bought a crocodile leather bag, it cost 8,000 fucking dollars."
"Haha, you don't hate animal welfare organizations, you just hate your wife."
"Whatever you say, I'm going poaching too, skinning crocodiles and minks and selling them to women."
"It's okay if your clothes are just animal fur, but it's even worse if they're cheap polyester."
"How do you say brother?"
"What fur products require are only animal carcasses, and the T-shirts you buy from the sales require Southeast Asian child laborers who died suddenly in sweatshops when they were less than ten years old."
Lively conversations came from the next table.
Colin was eating a vegetable salad and a cheese sandwich. Cafes in Los Angeles often not only offer drinks, but also some simple cooked food.
The two of them were having lunch here, and unlike Colin, she only wanted French fries and hot dogs.
In the past few days, the two men's mission is still to patrol the area south of Los Angeles City, waiting for the results of the Countermeasures Bureau's rating.
Colin and Eugene continue to operate as a two-person team, codenamed "Blood Eagle".
During this period, the two dealt with the corpses of many patients with latent abyss syndrome. Some were covered with mineral crystals, contaminating the rooms around the corpses, and some had the same growths as what Colin encountered that time.
The disgusting fungal decay is disgusting.
Most people suffering from Abyssal Syndrome will die. Just like the metaphor Irina made, a character in a movie will have to compete with the speed of light when returning to the film, while those infected with Abyssal Syndrome will have to face endless madness and chaos.
Chaos, most of them will be unable to withstand the mental shock and die.
Only a very small number of people can survive.
"What SCT wants to shake is the entire symbolic world, which means they don't just rely on violence."
Colin took a bite of the sandwich, his eyes wandering, and continued to add: "It may also be that religious media and other information media are used to infiltrate all aspects of society, so they attach so much importance to the operation in Los Angeles that they sent two people
Top cadre."
Picking up a fries and slowly sucking it into his mouth, Eugene thought that what Colin said was very reasonable, and replied: "After all, the most advanced film industry base in the world is here, whether it is exporting ideology or a certain
With all the concepts, here are the only choices.”
While the two were talking, Section 11 headquarters sent a message to them, which was the rating report of the last dive depth test.
This report will also determine what level of mission the two men will perform.
Colin couldn't believe the content on the message, and his eyelids jumped wildly.
"What's your rating?"
Colin observed Eugene's expression with great concentration, worried that she was lying.
"Um... the judging grade is c and the overall potential is b. What about you?"
Eugene didn't care about this kind of test at all. On the contrary, the lower the level, the better. Otherwise, if he was asked to perform an ultra-high-risk mission, wouldn't he die in a few days?
Colin was speechless and threw his satellite communication terminal directly to Eugene.
Eugene looked at the message on the terminal and felt a black line on his forehead.
The above shows that Colin's evaluation level is D, and his overall potential is unknown.
Judging from the rigor of the countermeasures bureau, there will be no misjudgments. This unknown is indeed intriguing.
"The judgment level refers to the current strength, and the comprehensive potential refers to the room for growth. Putting aside the rest, Uncle Colin... your current level is about the same as that of a soldier."
Eugene read the rating report again and found that Colin was indeed a D-level infected person.
"Fuck, the minion-level character is actually me."
Colin was a little unhappy. He had obviously been training seriously in the past few days and thought that his abilities had greatly improved. Now he could not only change his body, but also inject the power drawn from different dimensions into his muscles.
In the veins, thereby strengthening the body and erupting with terrifying physical energy.
In that state, no matter in terms of strength, speed or explosive power, I can't compare with living things. I am simply a monster among monsters.
"What kind of tasks do you think Section 11 will send us next?"
Eugene asked Colin.
"Look for lost kittens and puppies, or if there are holes in the cement roads, or if there are leaks in the water pipes, go and do some maintenance, I guess. After all, I'm just a soldier."
Written by Colin Hukan.
With the issuance of the rating report, the two also received new instructions.
This was not an order given directly by Gray, but the most efficient order given by experts from the Countermeasures Bureau based on the agent level after studying the situation.
When Colin saw the mission information prompted on the terminal, he just felt that it was outrageous and outrageous. He had to do lung care. It was so outrageous that he suffocated.
Eugene frowned when he saw it, always feeling a bit unreliable.
"No, you want us to pretend to be film investors and search out SCT members who are mixed up in the film industry."
Eugene's head was buzzing as he read the mission information. He said that there was intelligence showing that people from SCT would enter the film industry through puppet companies and gradually change the values of the citizens of the Freedom Alliance in a subtle way.
Colin and Eugene's mission is to pretend to be film investors, visit and investigate some directors and screenwriters in the name of investment, and wander around some studios to find the puppet company controlled by SCT.
This is obviously a good job.
Because this mission also gave each person an operational fund of 200,000 yuan, and asked the two of them to get a decent outfit. They could not wear rivet leather jackets or brown woolen jackets found at street stalls.
As for how to pretend to be a movie investor, there is no need to worry, because the Countermeasures Bureau has already beaten an industry giant and asked him to provide convenience for the two of them.
"When I was young... I always wanted to be a movie star." Eugene showed a playful smile, "I didn't expect that the promotion level would be so fast. Now, can I unspoken rules for young male stars who have just debuted?"
Colin cast a look of disdain and saw that Eugene was indeed thinking about something inappropriate for children, and a faint blush appeared on his face.
After finishing the food on the plate in a few mouthfuls, Colin wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go, hurry up and get an outfit."
In all the time-travelling, Colin had already realized one thing. Even a slight delay in time would lead to a fundamentally different ending due to the butterfly effect.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Even if SCT really wants to make a movie to brainwash the public, the shooting cycle and various post-production work of a movie cannot be completed in a short time."
Eugene slowly sipped the straw of his latte. He didn't quite understand why Colin was so interested in it. Could it be that the contact with Dickson or Cohen's death was affecting him?
"It would be nice if it was that simple. With their style, they might be able to fool the distributor of the entire video, and then temporarily switch the tape during the screening, thereby broadcasting some panic-inducing content around the world, such as
Talk about... people infected with Latent Syndrome."
Colin said matter-of-factly.
"Damn, that sure sounds like SCT's style."
Eugene drank the coffee in several sips.
If something like what Colin said really happened, the symbolic world would be affected, and the latent disease would spread even more rapidly, turning the whole world into purgatory.
