Di Wei himself didn't know how long he had been walking, and his consciousness was in a trance.
The heavy rain intensified, and the soil in the dense forest turned into slurry. Every step I took was deeply mired, and my boots were about half submerged.
Suddenly, I felt severe pain in my forearm.
Di Wei glanced upward, and unknowingly, some silver snake scales the size of fingernails grew on it, which was extremely ugly. The cold rainwater dripped on it, making it as cold as winter.
This extreme pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is like pouring ice liquid into a decaying tooth, reaching the pulp, freezing the nerves, spreading to the spine, and then swelling to the brain.
"How is this possible?"
Di Wei tried to use a dagger to cut off the skin, but it was useless. The regrown flesh and blood were still entangled with the scales.
He understood that this was a sign that the abyssal disease was beginning to worsen due to the backlash of the vision. Once it spread throughout the body and turned into a complete monster, he would fall into madness and eventually die violently.
But it was clear that he could no longer use his power.
The most important thing is that only cowards and weak people will be corroded by the abyss. Di Biao firmly believes in this.
The blood mixed with the rain and flowed.
Di Wei's fingers were twitching. Maybe it was the monk. He had heard that in Southeast Asia, there was also something like witchcraft, called head-lowering.
It interferes with one's own mind and makes oneself weak.
"right!"
"That must be the case..."
"That must be the case..."
He explained to himself in this way, with fierce eyes, and walked downstream along the river.
Walking through the muddy road and climbing over one mountain after another.
I don't know how long it took.
night.
Di Wei was a little exhausted. After traveling through the bad weather, the vision backfired and he lost his ability, he simply couldn't bear the burden of such an action.
He suddenly raised his head and saw red and purple glow in the sky, which was the unique light pollution of the city.
A sly smile appeared on Di Biao's face, he suppressed the churning of his organs, quickened his pace, and reached the commanding heights of a mountain, overlooking the port city.
He turned on the cell phone that killed the soldier. There was less than one-fifth of the battery left, but it was enough to make a call. The signal here was full.
After entering the area number, he dialed the number of the SCT's external condemnation department with trembling fingers. All he needed was a tough guy to come over and get rid of all the idiots here.
After entering all the numbers, Di Wei hesitated for a moment, took off the dial button, and put the speaker to his ear.
Fortunately.
This mobile phone card has international calling service, and Di Wei got through it.
A mining company's 24-hour online customer service confirmed Di Bong's identity and was transferred to the SCT's external investigation department twenty seconds later.
Don't wait for Di Wei to speak.
The female voice opposite came out with deep surprise.
"Is it...Mr. Di Zhu?"
"You are not in Luo City..."
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sct.
External condemnation department.
It's no different from any call center, except there are no windows, a grid of workstations, stacks of documents, calls from all over the world, and return visits from liaison officers.
"Sorry, please wait a moment, I want to ask the minister for instructions."
When Di Wei received a call from her seat, the blond woman in a hip-hugging skirt opened her mouth slightly, her face full of horror.
He scanned the entire office frantically, trying to find the director of the External Affairs Department.
And her voice has long been heard.
The man was in the shadow of the fire escape, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see the black officer's uniform that was half visible under the light.
The hip-hugging skirt didn't hesitate. She hurriedly took off the phone, walked to the fire escape, gave the call to the director of the Foreign Affairs Department, and said with some horror that the call was coming from a place called Sihanoukville.
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Seeing that there was no response from the other party for a long time, Di Wei became a little anxious and paced in place. He thought of the weird poster during the day and felt something was wrong.
It seems that a long time has passed, enough time to complete the editing and synthesis of the film shot in Los Angeles, as well as all the publicity and distribution, and then enter people's view.
How long had he lost consciousness? It might have been more than a month. He had an unknown premonition.
"Di Wei...I really didn't expect you to be still alive."
"Like a cockroach, this tenacious vitality cannot die no matter what."
"Looking at all the people sent to Los Angeles, you are the only survivor."
The Minister of the Foreign Affairs Department is also a member of the summit and one of the highest cadres. Different from the expatriate cadres, he handles the affairs of the headquarters. His status in the summit is second only to the chief and the two deputy chairs, and his priority is before Di Bong.
superior.
The defeat of Los Angeles, some high-end combat forces in the combat catalog died suddenly, and the most important thing is that the invincible Pope also died there. SCT invested too much power and countless resources, causing SCT to be seriously injured.
Di Wei cannot take the blame for part of the vitality and must bear all the responsibilities.
"Whatever you say, you should know where I am now."
"I'm in a little trouble right now."
"Please send someone to support immediately, preferably the top fifty people in the directory, speed."
Di Wei believes that any one of the top fifty people can hang Klein up and beat him up. This kind of heartless beast occupies a place and dominates the world, and he must do justice for God.
The man opposite was silent for a while, and then said.
"You should know that you now have another identity, Hero DB."
"Don't mention how much those people at the bottom admire you. You have become a symbol, Di Wei."
"The most important thing is that you are dead."
"Only in this way can you live in everyone's heart forever."
The Foreign Affairs Minister’s voice was cold.
"What do you mean……"
"Don't fucking bullshit me, just tell me what you have to say."
Di Wei looked gloomy. He had glanced at that man at the summit. He was a heinous bastard.
"That's right."
"Just for this matter, you can also use the story of the hero's nirvana to maximize your value."
"The problem is... do you know some lunatics who shave their heads, wear black uniforms, and are completely desperate for their lives?"
"They are... better to keep it a secret from you."
"It would be best if you died, Di Wei."
"We must completely eradicate this extremely crazy threat. After all, this organization was created by you."
"There... let me look at the information. It is ruled by an unscrupulous character named Klein. He was once a member of SCT. Because it did not infringe on the interests, he was just allowed to rule violently there. When he matures, he will continue to rule.
Harvest.”
"You seem to have a little disagreement with him."
"It's really unimaginable that with your ability, you would ask for help. You have been... eaten back by the abyss, right?"
"I will also send elite personnel here to kill you."
"I wish you good luck, Mr. Dick."
beep……
beep……
The call was hung up immediately, and Di Wei froze on the spot. When he called again, the number had been blocked by the other party.
"Fuck you sct..."
"Hold!"
Di Wei's fingers were trembling and he wanted to throw the phone to the ground, but he hesitated for a while and did not do so.
suddenly.
He felt a chill because he was so embarrassed that he could only rely on this mobile phone to survive.