Latent Syndrome

Chapter 11 11. Cohen

Cohen: PART1

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A steelmaking factory covering an area of ​​3,000 square meters.

The thick, foul smoke produced by the coke spewed out from the chimney, and all the equipment was covered with old rust. The scarlet molten iron as hot as molten metal slowly flowed in the ditch, exuding ten-level burning power.

The intense high temperature caused people here to sweat profusely. The black dust raised by the carbon material seeped into the poor-quality work clothes, adhering to the skin and mixing with sweat. The itching and sluggish feeling of suffocation made people feel like falling into a swamp.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the entire steelmaking plant bright red, and as the piercing alarm bell rang, the day came to an end.

"The news said you killed old people and children. Is that true?"

A young man put down his coal shovel and spoke rudely to Cohen.

As anti-war sentiment grew in the Liberty League, veterans were not treated like heroes and were labeled killing machines and rapists.

Cohen ignored it.

"You have to stay on watch."

It was a manager who was slightly younger than him. He was transferred from the headquarters to inspect the factory and patted him on the shoulder.

Cohen couldn't say no.

I thought this time was just a special situation.

However.

After that, it became the norm until one night shift was held for two days in a row.

"You go back, I'll keep watch for you."

Cohen's comrades seemed to have discovered something, prompting him like this.

He came home.

It was a low-cost house left over from the last century that had its skin peeling off and was in disrepair.

When Cohen returned home, he witnessed his wife committing adultery with someone transferred from headquarters.

The scene was too ugly and dirty.

But Cohen didn't react much, and he didn't show extreme anger. It was just the painful memories of the war intertwined with the scene.

He only felt that his blood was rushing like a column, like a fountain spurting out with a weeping rhythm. He could clearly hear the blood flowing, but he couldn't feel where the wound was.

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Cohen: PART2

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One month later.

Hospital.

Cohen's ex-wife, a hospital nurse, has signed the divorce agreement.

Custody of the children was assigned to Cohen.

The dark corridor, the incandescent lamps emitting faint light, the cold iron beds arranged on both sides of the corridor as neatly as an army,

Cohen smelled a smell, similar to the musty smell of burning rotten vegetation, and he discovered that these haggard people living in the corridor had a common characteristic.

They all have a pair of rough palms. The backs of their hands are swollen and worn. They have countless small broken scratches and are covered with black lines from the erosion of dirt over the years.

Even though there was no sound, Cohen could still hear the wailing from the crouched and turning body and the distorted face.

The next day.

factory.

He didn't give up his job at the steel mill, and he would be able to get his pension in a few years.

Cohen always had a bad premonition. He was afraid that the woman would fight for the custody of the child, and the lover was afraid that the revelation of the matter would affect the company's status and get rid of him.

His premonition came true.

Cohen's ex-wife and her lover conspired to tamper with the nuts on the hot stove.

When Cohen went to operate the hot stove, high-temperature gas leaked.

The temperature of thousands of degrees caused his whole body to burn with flames.

He was born.

He fights.

He dies.

The wheat field was golden, and a flock of crows screamed and flew across the sky.

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"It was his obsession that made him resurrected and became a monster."

The retired sergeant raised his hands together, signaling for Eugene and the two to capture him.

"But I didn't expect that he would do this. Those innocent people would also die together. If I could have stopped him at that time..."

He had no idea that the situation would develop to such a serious point.

Colin put out the cigarette butt. He didn't want to hear these bad things at all. If Cohen survived, he must have contracted the abyssal syndrome. Now he just wanted to know Cohen's follow-up actions.

"You are his friend. He should have told you something, such as telling you and your family not to get close."

Even though Colin was involuntarily investigating these things, when he heard Gray say that there were large-scale explosions, Colin finally understood what the SCT, the cancer of civilization, she was talking about was all about.

Eugene has sent Cohen's information to the Los Angeles Police Department and asked them to issue a wanted warrant and search throughout the city.

"He did say it." The retired sergeant thought for a while and said, "He said he should not go to the Los Angeles Stock Exchange recently, but that was said a few days ago."

Colin was a little surprised. The securities trading institution belongs to the Union Savings Bank and is the largest holder of state debt. It obtains power directly from the Union Congress and exercises responsibilities such as formulating monetary policy and supervising financial institutions. If an attack occurs, it will lose credibility. dropped significantly.

Directly ban it to curb SCT’s actions?

It is unrealistic. As the financial center of Los Angeles, even an hour of shutdown will cause huge losses.

The situation is far more serious than Colin imagined, and he can't delay even a second now. He used to work in the financial industry, and many people he interacted with worked in the exchange. There was also a woman with whom he had a relatively close friendship. Ah Bigail couldn't just watch her die, so he quickly dialed the woman's phone number, but the other party seemed to be busy with something and never answered.

"Damn it."

He couldn't just sit back and wait for death, not to mention that civilians would be affected. If the explosion was really carried out, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he had to call Gray for instructions.

However, Gray seemed to be busy with something and couldn't get through.

"Hold."

Colin couldn't care less and left the off-road pickup truck where Eugene was found and sat in the driving position.

Eugene never expected that Colin's behavior was completely different from his previous one. Was he really that decadent uncle? Just rushing to find death?

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Cohen: PART3

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The tavern in the slums has cracked floors and extremely poor hygiene.

In ancient times, picture tube TVs showed underwear shows, and occasionally there were stuck color patches and noise due to poor contact.

The wooden ceiling fan was crumbling and a customer spat on the floor.

Cheap liquor and smoked meats were the only pastimes of the lower classes.

Cohen's eyes were all attracted to the neighboring tables. They didn't look like gang members. From the aura, they looked like desperadoes.

One of them has green eyes like venomous snakes, and a crazy and confident conversation.

"Ah, I really want to be a model in a lingerie show."

A man took a sip of wine and stared at the TV.

"What a waste. This is a sign of lack of talent. Real men don't say it when they want to be a model in underwear shows. Instead, they directly disguise themselves as financial tycoons."

Di Wei nodded, thinking this was a motto.

"Have you finished the explosives I asked you to get?"

As soon as Di Wei finished speaking, a tall man grabbed him by the collar, and the wine in his hand spilled all over the floor.

"You said you could get explosives?"

Cohen's expression was extremely cold. Even if these people were really ruthless characters, he would not be afraid because he had acquired supernatural special abilities.

Several of Di Yi's men were about to take out their guns and kill Cohen, but Di Yi held up his hand and told them not to move rashly.

"What? Do you want to buy it? Or... grab it directly? I don't recommend either. I will give it to you directly."

Di Wei, who was grabbed by the collar, was not angry at all.

But Cohen was stunned. He didn't expect that Di Wei would answer like this, and he let go of his hand.

"Tell me where to blow up. I like people like you the most, bomber. Uh-oh!"

Di Wei let out an exaggerated cheer, took a cigarette from the table and lit it.

Cohen is ready for revenge. His ex-wife has left North America with their children and her whereabouts are unknown. Now he wants to kill the man who took everything from him and destroy the head office that interpreted the accident as an operational error.

After hearing the location chosen by Cohen, Di Biao scratched his ears with some disdain.

"You want to blow up a manufacturing company? You are very angry, sir."

"Can you tell me why? Why are you having trouble with some white-collar workers?"

Di Wei took a puff of cigarette and stared at Cohen with interest.

"It's none of your business."

Cohen deadpanned.

"Is it?"

Di Wei laughed dryly and added.

"I can probably guess what you're after. It's nothing more than labor disputes."

"But for me, violence will not solve the problem."

"It depends on this."

Di Wei tapped his temple and continued talking.

"We must find the root of the problem. Blowing up the company will not solve anything. We can only enjoy it for a while. We must know what caused all this and then eradicate the source of the corruption."

"It's currency, yes, it's currency."

"Sometimes I find things that are horrifying."

"Just as the strong must dominate the weak, so the wise must dominate the foolish."

Di Wei pretended to be scared and held his head in his hands as if he was frightened.

"Think about it, your children will apply for majors such as civil engineering and information technology."

"But your boss's kids tend to major in business administration or fucking finance and economics."

Di Wei was trembling all over, but he pretended not to be, like a zombie twisting his body.

"What are you talking about?"

Cohen didn't want to listen to Di Bong's nonsense.

"I just want to say that money is the source of all injustice."

"It itself is just a kind of paper, but its symbolic meaning is too strong, causing people to mistake it for some kind of truth."

"In fact, its essence is the value created by people. This is the root of everything. The root is that many people have a lot of currency without creating value."

"Those people stole the value we created, distributed it to the minimum resources, and created consumerism where money comes first and entertainment leads to death, enslaving us from generation to generation."

"Yes, friend, wise men will weave traps for us to jump into the abyss."

“The sons of the poor work as laborers, and their daughters as prostitutes, from generation to generation.”

"But let me tell you, now...the fools are going to fight back!"

Di Bong put his hand on Cohen's shoulder.

"We must blow up the stock exchange to warn the world."