"I beat my boss so violently that the bastard's leg bones were broken and he didn't dare to fight back. He just curled up and shivered like a little chicken. He couldn't get out of the hospital bed for half a year."
"That sounds terrible, you have a wife and kids to support."
"Fuck the retarded bitch who was brainwashed by luxury goods. That damn little beast is almost twenty years old. He didn't go to college and doesn't go to work. He spends all day watching childish cartoons at home. There's no point in doing this...
Meaning, we are the only ones who have to endure this fucking thing. I didn’t want to do it twenty years ago, but now I feel relieved and have a new life, you know.”
"Do you need money? It's okay. I still have some here. It will definitely be difficult for you to live in the future."
"You misunderstood. I don't need money. In fact, I have met some people recently. Money is just a small thing. I will take you to a striptease club later and I will pay for it."
"Fuck, are you so awesome? Brother, can you introduce me to him?"
"Shh...the first rule is you can't mention it. I will take you there when the time comes."
A few white men at the next table were chatting happily.
This made Eugene a little worried. SCT penetrated Los Angeles like a capillary network. She could feel that some ordinary citizens she occasionally met recently were not in the right state or conversation.
What worries Eugene even more is Colin.
"I know that you went to the Intelligence Bureau to obtain information on military and police personnel. Are you hiding something from me?"
Ever since he solved the serial murder case that specifically targeted movie stars and models, his whole personality has changed drastically. Not only has he stopped using a single curse word, but his face that looked like everyone owed him money has also completely calmed down. Now
Like a missionary, he seemed to be able to talk to God and was meditating on something.
Recently, many members of the Countermeasures Bureau have died inexplicably, including more than a dozen teams. None of them went on dangerous missions. SCT probably got the information from somewhere and was killing the infected agents of the Countermeasures Bureau.
Although Eugene did not think that Colin was the one who betrayed him, Colin must have hidden some secrets. Now that he thought about it, that strange oriental woman was not as simple as a film producer.
"Yes, I do hide something from you. Do you have any questions?"
Colin lit a cigarette and smoked it.
Taking into account the recent killer activities, Gray ordered most of the infected agents to be on standby and dormant. They must first uncover the traitors hiding inside before they can carry out the next plan.
"Blood Eagle... this is a team. Although the name sounds like they are filming a movie, the trust of this two-person team has completely collapsed."
Eugene sipped his coffee with a sad face, and also thought that Colin had been through a lot recently. He didn't even know how to use a gun when he was on the stock exchange, but now he kills people without blinking an eye.
The day before yesterday, there was an infected person who went on a rampage and killed people. Colin just shot his head off with an expressionless expression, and then slowly watched him burn to ashes.
This really frightened Eugene and made him mentally unstable.
"I just... suddenly discovered something."
"Perhaps there is no right or wrong, no good or evil."
"It's just that different people can realize different values."
Colin has asked Irina if there is a way to disable the locator. He got a positive answer, but there is no way to know how to disable it unless he is promoted to an elite agent and becomes the core force of Section 11.
.
"You know, you are talking like SCT now, are you beginning to agree with their approach?"
Eugene's expression immediately became serious. The idea of SCT undoubtedly has a powerful alluring power, but it is simply unrealistic and just a madman's fantasy.
"I never said that."
"They're just crazy people."
"It's not just them, everyone is crazy."
"Because of latent syndrome."
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At the same time, on the other side of Los Angeles.
In an abandoned factory, a fierce battle is taking place.
More than a dozen heavily armed non-infected people from the Countermeasures Bureau have died, and their bodies are scattered everywhere, with pools of blood flowing out.
The lumber factory has been completely abandoned. Due to the cost of hauling, many large facilities have not been moved away and are left here to rust. Horrifying steel such as wood chippers and engraving machines are mixed with the pile of bright red corpses, like
hell.
Randy's dark red round sunglasses were covered in blood, and he had to take them off to wipe them with a handkerchief before putting them back on.
"Facts have proved that no matter how much you care about the person, comrade-in-arms, wife, or child, when his blood flows around you, you still can't help but take a step back."
Randy was not uninjured, because the other party still had a so-called Class A infected person left. He strangled the last non-human infected person who was retreating with a metal coil with a blade, and said calmly.
A-level infected people imply that they are emperors. In fact, their anchor point is close to S-level, and they belong to the quasi-S-level category.
He is confident...
Even the most powerful infected person in Luo City, the Butcher, can handle it himself.
But this well-dressed, middle-aged man wearing sunglasses has always looked at ease from the beginning to now.
"If you have any other means, use them all."
A level A infected person must not be allowed to escape, otherwise with his ability and the information he possesses, most of the infected agents in Section 11 will not be spared.
Randy could feel that he was indeed very powerful and oppressive, and he might die here.
I'm going to die...
I'm going to die!
Randy's fingers were trembling, as if he was in some kind of violent intoxication.
The A-level infected used their abilities, and the large facilities around them began to twist and deform, including the earth and rocks on the ground, turning into rough spears, halberds and sharp swords, all of which exploded towards Randy.
Click, click, click...
Like a hedgehog, Randy's whole body was pierced, his limbs were nailed to the wall, all his organs were smashed, and a stabbing sword was pierced on the side of his cheek. The blood flowed endlessly, like a sponge filled with red liquid being crushed by a hydraulic machine.
A rush of blood flowed out.
But he didn't make any noise.
Randy thought of those wonderful days of recuperation in a mental prison, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic. The exquisite skills of those psychiatric clinicians were truly extraordinary.
I saw Randy forcefully pull out the weapon nailed to the wall with one hand, and could hear the crisp sound of fascia breaking, muscles exploding, and bones breaking.
This scene makes the A-level infected shudder.
Next.
Randy's hand was pressed on the handle of the weapon inserted into his face, and he was stirring slowly like clockwork, with a somewhat intoxicated facial expression.
Over the years, he has learned all the ingenious techniques of those doctors. It is really wonderful. Ice pick surgery is such a great discovery that it even won the Nobel Prize.
He could feel the sharp object passing through the orbital bone and entering his head against the eyeball, and his frontal lobe was slowly disappearing.
What physics is to general relativity, pain is to ice pick surgery.
This is the double sublimation of body and soul.
Then, he actually read Baudelaire's poems.
"I am the wound and the blade."
"It's a slap in the face, but it's also a shame."
"I am both limbs and a torture cart."
"I am a death row prisoner and a butcher."
Randy continued to stir while he took a deep sniff.
"I smell..."
"You're shaking."
"Your cerebral cortex...has a strong fragrance."
"I'm really guilty."
His sunglasses emitted a hellish light, which actually made the A-level infected people want to flee.
