Liszt's injuries have improved to some extent. When the power has been exhausted and the power is forcibly drawn from another space, the source will be damaged and the recovery will be relatively slower, but as long as he is not dead or suffers irreversible damage,
, it only takes a month at most to heal.
Inside a tavern in the Santa Maria district.
Eugene felt that he had been fooled, because the place where Liszt arranged to meet was actually the bar attached to the high-end hotel where he lived. He had driven for a long time to guess it, but he only had to get in the elevator and press a button.
She raised her middle finger to show contempt for Liszt, and opened a bottle of fine wine worth four thousand Union coins, asking Liszt to pay for it, even though she hated this kind of wine.
Liszt: "..."
Although it was said to be a meeting between a four-person team, Colin and Heller did not arrive. Heller's phone call could not be reached at all, and Colin was never answered.
Although they have faced life and death together, it is not much of a friendship to the infected, which makes Liszt worry about the trust between the team, especially Heller, who feels that he is a time bomb, if Gray hadn't insisted on it
, Liszt will not fight with him.
In addition, Irina also needs to discuss some things with Colin. Regarding research, considering Colin's current intensity, she has to adopt a gentle strategy.
"You look good."
Liszt's view of Eugene has completely changed. She is a quite terrifying woman. Maybe she has used her ability on him out of interest, but he is not aware of it at all. He only thinks it is still the real world, but in fact he is already in an illusion.
, as long as she wanted to, she could even guide herself out, but the window she actually went to fell directly from here, and fell into pieces.
"When did I lose my temper?"
It's not that there's anything wrong with this sentence, it's just that Eugene is purely biased against it.
"This is just flattery. It obviously worked well last time. Well...a new question has arisen. What should I say next time? You can tell me what you want to hear and what happened when you heard it.
I can make a table to correspond to the timing, so that all future communication problems will be transformed into a solved problem."
Liszt took out a small notebook from his arms, pressed the ballpoint pen, and it popped out with a click.
"I like to hear you say the most, I'm a fool, do you understand?"
Eugene also said solemnly.
"Well...does insult make you happy..."
Liszt showed a bewildered expression, and he recorded it matter-of-factly.
"It's not me who's stupid...it's you, yourself!"
Eugene was going crazy.
At this moment, Lister's cell phone ringtone rang. It was the default ringtone with no emotion at all. The caller ID was Agent Colin.
Eugene was speechless, "As expected of Lister, the notes are so formal."
Liszt answered the phone, and after Colin said a few words, his facial expression changed dramatically, he was breathing heavily, and he didn't dare to hesitate for a second before hanging up immediately.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"What's wrong?"
Eugene was a little frightened. What on earth did Colin say? It actually made this pervert panic.
"SCT has obtained the mayor's schedule. The mayor will fly back to Los Angeles today. SCT has hijacked a plane and is preparing to collide."
Liszt did not dare to neglect at all and stared at the sky outside. While talking, he dialed the phone to call Gray.
Eugene froze in place. After so long since SCT entered Los Angeles, they finally...
It's starting to get real.
Since it is an affiliated bar of a top-notch hotel, it has a very high floor. It is on the 60th floor and can overlook the scenery of Los Angeles and a more comprehensive view of the sky.
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Xiusk District, a slaughterhouse that employs illegal immigrants at low prices.
One of the directors of this industry received a particularly important customer today and made an acquisition request to the slaughterhouse.
Although the slaughterhouse has made good profits so far, and there are no major problems except for a few problems with the workers, it has been dealt with by the Immigration Bureau and is operating without any problems.
There was no reason to transfer it originally, but the price purchased by this customer today was really too high.
"May I ask if there is anything we can do for you so that we can hand over quickly."
The director rubbed his hands and asked. Although the bald heads standing behind him were a bit unsettling, it was normal for a person of this status to have several bodyguards.
"I need a transportation network that can secretly transport the food... no, the meat here to some places, and finally buy some air-drying machines."
Di Wei believes that although it is better to outsource this kind of thing, it must be under one's own control in order to make people feel at ease.
Transportation network, secret...
The director couldn't imagine what this man was going to do.
"Your facilities are very complete, and they are very professional from breeding to slaughtering, processing and classification. As long as you do these two things, I can add an additional two million in purchase funds, and the contract can be signed immediately."
Di Wei said.
"This...may be a little difficult."
The director was somewhat repelled. Although it was just an intuition, he felt that this man was trying to launch some kind of movement. If he got involved, it would not only be a simple matter of money, but he might even be jailed.
Di Wei's expression suddenly darkened, and he noticed his thoughts and said, "What do you think about the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association?"
In fact, Di Wei was very satisfied with this slaughterhouse, and he would take it over even with force.
"I don't quite understand these..."
The director was careless and had the urge to see the guests off, but looking at the robot-like bald heads behind him, he couldn't say anything.
"Do you know that the world is like a scale?"
"If we rank chaos and order from 1 to 10, 1 represents the most chaotic, which is of course not good, and 10 represents the most orderly, but that is some kind of totalitarianism, so positions 5 and 6 are more ideal.
of."
"What do you think the numbers are for the world we live in?"
Di Wei helped the director pick up a piece of pig hair from his suit and blew it away. They stood on the overpass of the breeding area and could overlook thousands of fat pigs below.
"Seven, I guess."
the director replied.
"Really, have you ever heard of gene editing technology? Modern technology can even edit human DNA."
"Appearance, IQ, can all be edited."
"If this kind of technology matures, I think it will have to be paid for. Rich people will be stronger and smarter, while poor people will be thinner and stupider."
"In fact, it's not bad now. Television, media, the Internet, family of origin, you know, can already edit the soul."
"The problem is that almost everyone has similar judgment standards. Even poor people think so. They are obviously in different environments. What exactly causes it."
"I thought about it for a very long time and finally realized it."
"As long as you don't give them a standard to measure, they don't even know they are suffering."
Di Wei took out the pistol from his arms.
The director was already frightened and felt a little stupid, his legs were shaking.
"Look below, these guys in captivity rank their pain and happiness from 1 to 10. Which number do you think they live in?"
Di Wei smiled, very politely.
"1..., I guess."
The director replied tremblingly.
sudden.
Without any warning, Di Wei began to go crazy. He pointed his pistol at the director's head and yelled: "Don't guess! I want an exact number! A completely exact! Number!"
The director fell to his knees and immediately begged for mercy. He cried a little and replied in horror: "1! It's 1!"
After hearing this reply.
Di Wei slowly calmed down and said, "It's just that you think so."
He held his chin and pondered for a while, then continued to add: "They don't think so, you see... they don't want to escape like crazy, they don't have any uneasiness, no fear, they just crawl beside the trough peacefully.
Eating feed."
"They have no idea they are just..."
"Pigs for slaughter."
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In the high-rise hotel, Liszt and Eugene were completely stunned on the spot, with purgatory reflected in their eyes, looking at the horrifying scene in the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
Passing quickly with a whistling sound.
Accompanied by a shocking loud noise, the glass panes throughout the city were shaken, and the dazzling flames foreshadowed the ultimate ominous situation.
Two planes.
It hit like that, causing an explosion, and the flaming wreckage began to crash. The city was filled with the screams of the people and the uneasy sirens of the rolling traffic.
Oxygen makes people excited.
At an altitude of about 10,000 meters, the plane was hit and about to crash, and the oxygen mask popped out.
Fools wear it and think its meaning is to keep themselves alive.
The wise man has realized that only by inhaling oxygen can he have the courage to accept the fact that he is about to die.
