The night is as dark as ink, and there are no stars.
The high-end townhouse building has a shell made of retro red bricks without any paint. Looking up at the night sky, there is a bright moon full of spots.
There are a series of valuable cars parked on both sides of the road. They are waxed, polished and maintained with the most exquisite care, making them like mirrors, reflecting all the people and scenery.
Di Wei was wearing a black jacket and high-top boots. At night, his green eyes were like those of a ghost, emitting a chill as cold as the underworld.
boom……
He swung a golf club and smashed the headlights of a car, shattering glass everywhere.
"It's a bad year."
Di Wei broke off the car's vertical emblem and threw it on the lawn of a house.
"How to say."
A man wearing a black trench coat and an old-fashioned cowboy hat whose face was unclear also picked up a golf club and blew out the headlights of the car on the other side.
Although he himself was unwilling to do this, it was too tasteless, but it was Di Wei who proposed to do such a dirty thing. Unexpectedly, the unexpected relief made him feel a lot more relaxed.
"I said, I am the general manager of Luo City, right?"
Di Wei continued to walk in front of the next car, smashed the side rearview mirror of the car with a club, and then smashed the headlight of the car.
"Of course you are, no doubt about it."
The cowboy man cooperated with Di Biao and smashed the headlights and rearview mirrors of one car after another along the way.
"So far, all my actions have failed. Whether it is to renovate the building, reduce the burden on the film industry, or other bad things, they have all been messed up."
Dick used the butt of a golf club to smash the window of a car.
"Don't underestimate the Countermeasures Bureau. You can't do anything to them so far. They control the lifeblood of the world. It will take a long time. Take your time and decide what kind of movie you are going to make."
Cowboy man blows out a car headlight.
"I don't know yet. I guess it's an inspirational movie. That's not the point. I mean, Ash...he did a great job. It hasn't even been a damn month. All the forces have been integrated. Let me know to go there tomorrow.
When there is a meeting in the Imperial Building, all the top leaders will be present. It is a notice. Attention, it is a notice. He notifies me, the general manager, to attend the meeting, instead of... you know, apply for a meeting from me, and I will be required to take charge of the overall situation.
And so on, I feel so embarrassed, you know, he doesn’t respect me at all, so he says I hate people who wear glasses.”
Di Bong stabbed the tire with a dagger to deflate the tire.
"Yash...I have worked with him for a while. Believe me, no one can do it better than him. He is more accurate than a clock. He is a complete workaholic. This should be a good thing. It can help you."
Take some of the burden off, everyone knows you are not in your right mind and the summit made the right decision."
Cowboy man scratches car door with key.
"There is no more normal person than me in the whole world. In a sick world, are sick people healthy?"
"Really? What about the testicular cancer mutual aid association and charity activities? This sounds crazy, you know. I heard that you also let people go to the garbage dump of the plastic surgery hospital to steal those who were extracted.
Fat...I'm just saying, it's horrible my friend."
Even though I have known Di Biao for many years, I still don't understand what is going on in his mind, and the cowboy man feels this deeply.
"Is there anything wrong with this? According to the simplest logical thinking, after a person has a successful career, can't he only reduce his guilt by dedicating himself to public welfare?"
Bang bang...
The cowboy man applauded lightly and replied: "It's hard to imagine that people like you would feel guilty. Are those unrelated people sacrificed by your so-called public welfare activities also part of the public welfare?"
The cowboy man continued to use the club to blow out the headlights of the car, damaging dozens of cars along the way.
"You haven't thought deeply enough, my old man."
"How to say."
"Do you know how the first soap in the universe was produced?"
"It's started...you're starting again. Tell me, to be honest, I like to hear you blowing these fancy things."
"This is not fancy. I am only stating the objective facts. When the body is buried in the soil, the water in the alkaline soil flows into the body and reacts with the fat to form soap and glycerin."
"So what?"
But the cowboy man had already expected that Di Bong would give an unexpected answer, because he was always so unexpected.
Di Wei stopped and held the golf club with both hands on the ground.
"Like the heroes who made soap."
"Think again about the animals used in experiments."
"Or all the monkeys launched into space."
"There is no death for them, no suffering for them, no sacrifice for them."
"We will have nothing."
"For those who sacrificed their lives for this just cause, this necessary bloodshed and the reformed world are already their monuments."
Di Wei said calmly.
After a while, the cowboy man finally choked out a sentence.
"You are such a horrible man."
He held up the brim of his hat, which was indeed shocking.
"You came to Los Angeles this time just to chat with me, right?"
"Of course not. The summit decided to let me go to Liberty City. I will come and observe how you do it. However, part of the reason is to see my old friends."
"Liberty City...that's a great place. How long will it take?"
"The flight is at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"It's so early, you should come and watch our meeting. Ash is probably going to start his long series of reports again, and I don't want to listen to it alone."
"Bear with it, you will still be working together for a long time."
"Hold."
Di Wei swung a golf club and smashed the headlights of a luxury car.
It turned out that the vibration sensor of this car was quite advanced, and it had already emitted a piercing alarm sound. This move woke up many sleeping residents, who stuck their heads out of the windows and yelled.
"Damn."
Di Wei dropped his club and ran away.
The cowboy man was stunned for a while, not knowing why he ran away, but he still chased after him.
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The next day in the afternoon.
The sun is shining and the sky is clear.
St. Louis area, Los Angeles metropolitan area.
Crown Building.
Even if all the majestic and extremely high-rise buildings spread out like a torrent of steel, it is still the overlord among all towers.
Standing tall on the earth.
The top floor of Crown Building.
The 104th floor.
A very large conference room that can accommodate 200 people at the same time.
The decoration is done to perfection.
The sculpture of Caesar the Conqueror in the indoor fountain gushes out clear water.
The sparkling crystal chandeliers are arranged in two rows.
The extra-long conference table made of high-quality wood and spliced with the highest craftsmanship was packed with seats.
Sitting on the thick black baroque chairs are one after another extremely vicious people.
Even Silver was not ranked and could only sit at the end of the conference table. His power was considered small here, but it was superior to his strength. More than 20 people were all infected.
There are also some scattered organizations that come to join voluntarily, or are vassals of big forces. Even if their leaders take both sides and are famous, they are not qualified to hold the position.
This is sct.
A super-large transnational criminal group that dominates the world's black industry.
Even the so-called warlord... is just an ant under the rolling wheels.
The panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the entire city, the horizon where the sky and the ocean meet, as well as the iron ships and soaring white birds at the port lighthouse.
According to Ash's rough statistics, the total number of infected people is nearly 2,000, including those who are uncontrollable and those who are extremely uncontrollable, and a total of more than 30,000 people including ex-convicts.
Even from surrounding areas, people from some Southern California cities centered on Los Angeles also come here to visit.
But only the leader can sit in this position.
The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely solemn, with everyone looking gloomy and saying nothing.
Ash stood next to the main seat of the conference table, his back straight, he took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, then stared at the watch on his wrist.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh, oozing out a little blood.
Just as everyone is waiting.
The conference room door was pushed open.
It was a man wearing a khaki trench coat with eyes as cold as the devil.
Ash's clenched fists gradually loosened.
at the same time.
Hundreds of eyes looked towards the gate.
They are either the violent leaders of infected organizations or the leaders of rampant criminal forces.
These pair of vicious and gloomy eyes.
Such as jackals, leopards, scorpions, vultures, poisonous snakes, and hyenas.
Barking, howling, crawling, howling.
One is uglier than the other.
One is dirtier than the other.
One is more vicious than the other.
But also...
There was no way I could restrain the man who pushed the door open.