When the twenty-fourth fighter came to Westport, something quite strange happened here.
His SCT plane was parked on a flat land on the outskirts of Westport City.
As soon as Twenty-Four arrived, he had an extremely ominous premonition and asked the helicopter pilot to take off first and come back to pick him up two hours later to prevent the escape route from being cut off.
Only after going deep into this city did he understand what a poor country is.
This city, if it can be called a city.
As a port city, it should be better built under customs trade, but its prosperity is not even as high as the most remote counties in the Free Alliance.
It can only be regarded as a large town, but it still has everything it should have. What is surprising is that most of its nightclubs and gambling venues are there.
However these are nothing.
From the moment he entered here, he didn't see a single living person. When he came to the main road in the center of the city, there was blood and corpses everywhere.
Rather than saying it is a corpse, it is better to say... a street made of flesh and blood.
It can be said that because Twenty-Four has no way to put his feet down, and every step he takes, the soles of his shoes will be stained with some liquid and organ tissue.
A large group of black crows pecking at carrion flew across the sky, and the entire city turned into a buffet.
A dazzling array of black birds,
The wild animals occupy this place, which is more real than any zombie movie. This eternal emptiness and loneliness makes him feel like he is in the ruins of civilization.
But this kind of battle did not scare Twenty-Four. The top person in charge of the Foreign Affairs Department told him an extremely shocking thing, that is, Di Yi was still alive, and asked him to go to Southeast Asia to snipe him, and asked him to do the best possible job.
Bad plans.
Di Wei is notorious and notorious, and he is a scumbag among the best in the world.
He disagreed. Human beings' fantasies about hell are always barren. They are nothing more than pain and torture. They are too obvious and tasteless. The stereotypes can no longer instill fear.
Just when he was lost in thought, a man wearing military uniform, with a shaved head and a Southeast Asian face suddenly appeared on the street corner.
It just blinked and disappeared.
"stop."
Twenty-four walked on the wet streets chasing the sergeant. When he reached the transfer, the short-haired sergeant was waiting for him at another corner, with that face and those eyes.
He had never seen such a terrifying person.
In fact, Twenty Four has the ability to see into people's hearts. Many strong people have this similar ability. It is like... the prey radar of the spiritual world, which can always detect who is a dangerous person and who is just showing off.
And that short-haired sergeant was completely like a cold-blooded animal, like a snake that snaked and crawled, walking shoes, or one kind of insect after another, with that hollow... inexplicable... terrifying gaze left over from ancient times.
As if waiting for Twenty-Four, when he appeared, the short-haired sergeant disappeared again and turned to the next street corner.
Twenty-four frowned.
Where is he leading me to? What should I do? Do I want to go?
It's really strange that I would hesitate.
Immediately afterwards, he followed the short-haired sergeant and turned one street corner after another. In this poor and desolate port town, the sky was as sad and beautiful as an altar, and the setting sun was silent in the pool of condensed blood.
at last.
When they came to a hidden alley, the sergeant with the short hair stopped turning the corner and joined the queue.
I saw two rows of short-haired sergeants standing neatly at the door of a tavern with a bad environment, and a group of six people, standing neatly.
They were all the same cold-blooded people and had the same appearance. Due to geographical reasons, he couldn't distinguish these Southeast Asian faces at all, as if they were all the same person.
There was a man sitting in the tavern, also with a shaved head, his back turned to him, watching TV. An old-fashioned picture tube hung from the ceiling showed the news.
Twenty-four walked through the two rows of sergeants, each time passing someone.
"sir."
They all nodded.
"sir."
After passing them all and entering the tavern, he was already a little dazed by the magical formation and blurted out.
"Di Wei."
"sct, let me kill you."
Twenty-Four's tone was cold and his words were concise.
Even though Di Biao did not look back and was only wearing a fisherman-like vest full of black and gray, and his hair was shaved to less than a centimeter, he was still recognized from the horrific tattoos on his arms.
A blurry bird news program was playing on the TV, but it had English subtitles.
[A 5.4 magnitude earthquake occurred in Australia, the source is unknown.]
"very good."
Di Wei's voice was hoarse and his answers were concise.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Twenty-four believes that he will never fail.
"It seems you like listening to stories."
Di Wei continued to watch the news without looking back.
"I just want to know that since the SCT was founded, it has never issued such a ridiculous order. Maybe it's because there have never been cadres who have done such ridiculous things."
"What did you do."
Twenty-Four vaguely heard some rumors. Those things that spread around the world and were more widespread than the Abyssal Syndrome, a mysterious organization, were founded by this man.
"cockroach."
"He is also wise."
Di Wei said words that were irrelevant and meaningless, but among these cold-blooded people, there was some kind of correctness.
"Feel sorry?"
Twenty-four took off the pistol and clicked the safety.
"Cockroaches are also intelligent."
"If you are locked in a transparent glass vessel, you will struggle for a while, but soon you will realize the fact that you are trapped."
"At this time, a complex maze needs to be set up to allow it to explore for a long time beyond its wisdom."
"Not only is the body restricted, but the spirit is also restricted."
"Wandering endlessly in the labyrinth, conducting futile and hopeless exploration."
"Never ending."
"Until it is destroyed, until it dies, its consciousness will still wander in that great labyrinth that is beyond its wisdom."
Di Wei said coldly.
Twenty-four frowned. He was indeed Di Biao, but he seemed to be a different person, without any hint of laughter.
Serious to the point of... suffocating.
"Are you... also in such a maze?"
"All things are."
"Opaque."
Di Wei turned around. In the dim tavern filled with old wooden tables, the weak light of the CRT TV shone on the horrified face. Thick scars like tiger claws tore his cheeks, deep enough to see the bones.
"No time for nonsense."
"Let's get started."
Twenty-four raised his pistol and pointed it at Di Biao's head.
"certainly."
"Of course it will start."
"Everything is under control, sir."
He said coldly.
The TV continued to show news in minority languages with English subtitles.
[According to preliminary surveys by geologists, the earthquake source came from high latitudes, within the Antarctic Circle above 70 degrees south latitude.]
