Latent Syndrome

Chapter 221 220. Mysterious Passenger

The distance from the red light district on the outskirts of the city back to the city is not short, it takes nearly an hour.

Due to the impact of the cold weather, the ground air formed a thin layer of frost on the asphalt road, causing the road surface to become slippery. For safety reasons, the tank had to slow down.

Rocket was boringly adjusting the car radio, trying to find a suitable station. The result was that people are becoming more and more stupid or something. The recent songs are either about love or breakup, about boys and girls falling in love, etc. Taijiba is mentally retarded. Well, today’s music scene is simply a children’s toilet.

They are all a bunch of useless people, destroy them quickly, at least for the Rockets, that is the case.

"The money you earn now should be more than enough to pay those pensions."

"Why not retire?"

Rocket continued to adjust the channel. Although Tank looked fierce, he was a down-to-earth person at heart. He believed that only by hard work could you gain something, which was incompatible with the overall atmosphere of SCT.

"This is not something you can just leave if you want."

"There's no turning back."

"You are not the same. Those cheap hobbies of yours don't cost much."

The car passed through an intersection. In this barren land late at night, no cars passed at all. He still obeyed the traffic rules and waited for the red light.

Just in case some racing gang suddenly rushes out, in which case I will be responsible.

Rocket looked at the red light with more than forty seconds left, and his expression twisted as if he had eaten a lemon. This was a complete waste of life.

"You are too naive, Mr. Gentleman."

"My goal is 30,000 people."

Rocket couldn't find the radio station he wanted to listen to, so he opened the car window, lit a cigarette, hissed, and put his hand on the car window with a solemn expression.

Tank coughed and choked on his own saliva.

"Even if it's three a day, it will take more than 20 years."

"This is so fucked. Why does it have to be thirty thousand people?"

Now it was Tank's turn to look like he had eaten a lemon, in disbelief.

"You and I are B-level bastards. What do you mean by that thing? It's a field. That's right."

"It doesn't even have a field, and it is far away from the truth that transcends the universe."

"So I want to break through!"

"The shackles of 3!"

"In real man fashion!"

The Rockets were extremely excited.

Tank was speechless. It didn't take ten days and a half, or even less than half an hour. He had already started again. It was a completely humanoid self-propelled gun.

“Try them all.”

"Otherwise, I won't be able to rest in peace, and I don't know what's going on, brother."

"Just like stamp collecting, from old fat women to young models, from Jurassic dinosaurs to celebrity entertainers, from street girls to scientists."

"Age, occupation, personality, appearance, all collected."

Rocket hissed and smoked.

"Sorry, old fat woman?"

"It's just a plan like that, what do you think?"

"I think this is so stupid."

"Well...yes, if you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case."

The atmosphere was extremely grim for a moment. The red light finally ended, and the tank, which strictly abided by traffic rules, continued to drive forward. The rest of the journey was silent.

Half an hour later.

The car has already driven into the edge of Liberty City. The buildings on both sides of the road are becoming more and more prosperous. There is an airport nearby. At this time, the noise of planes flying across the dark sky can still be heard.

At this time, Tank's mobile phone received a message.

As the prompt sounded, he opened the screen and took a look, frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"Did something unexpected happen?"

Rocket couldn't help but guess.

"No, it's just that McConaughey seemed to have regained his freedom and asked me to meet at a bar."

“That’s the positioning of that bar.”

After that, Tank threw the phone directly to Rocket and let him see for himself.

"This should be a good thing, why are you crying."

"With someone in charge of the overall situation, all plans can be carried out more carefully."

Rocket understands that characters like McConaughey are far smarter than characters like himself, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the top cadre position with the strength of an A-level infected person.

"He should be under the control of the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Perhaps he escaped through some method, but then the Countermeasures Bureau will already be suspicious of our taxi company and keep a close eye on him."

"And it is impossible for the Countermeasures Bureau to take the initiative to let him go. If that is the case, there is only one possibility. This is a trap."

"In either case, this meeting was not a good one."

Tank thought so.

"Fuck, you have a point."

"But maybe...he directly controls the top person in charge of Section 4. Is that possible?"

"As far as I know, the top leaders of these departments are ordinary people, in order to ensure some ideological things."

"It's possible that Liberty City has been completely controlled now."

Rocket tugged.

At this moment, the car happened to malfunction. After rushing out for a certain distance with inertia, it stopped in the middle of the road. No matter how hard the tank started, it could not move away.

"Damn..."

"We encountered this kind of problem at the most important moment."

Just when the tank was about to get out of the car to check the situation and find out what was wrong with the car.

There happened to be a person gesturing to get a ride, and he happened to see them stop, so he got on the bus.

The moment he got in the car, the car just returned to normal and was ready to drive away.

The person in the back seat was not dressed according to the season at all. He was only wearing a floral shirt, shorts and sandals. He might have sneezed because he couldn't bear the cold.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tank and Rocket asked in unison. They were extremely surprised and felt that there was something evil.

"Damn, the East Coast and the West Coast are not the same temperature at all."

White complained.

The moment he finished saying this, a sports car stopped nearby. A couple inside broke into an argument. The woman said she wanted to throw away all the things the man bought. She was wearing warm fur. The clothes were thrown directly out of the window. The man didn't care at all, said something, drove away with the woman in his car.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew up, rolling up the fur coat and blowing it directly into the car where the two tanks were.

Both of their eyes were straight. What is going on?

"I just got off the plane and I'm so hungry."

White put on a neutral coat and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Just at this time, an electric pizza delivery truck passed by. The user canceled the order. He just couldn't finish the meal by himself. He looked at the cars parked next to him and asked a few people if they wanted to eat pizza. The weather was getting cold soon. By then No one wants it anymore.

White agreed decisively and paid for the pizza. However, when he was looking for change, the light was too dim and the delivery guy misread a few large-denomination bills. He gave White the change and hurriedly rode away.

Not only did he not pay, he also made dozens of alliance coins.

"Take me to...well, the most awesome taxi company in Liberty City right now, take me to that company, okay,"

White took a bite of the pizza in a leisurely manner. When he arrived at someone else's territory, he couldn't do it without some financial support, and he couldn't leave it open all the time. The side effects would be too great.

At this time, there may be a gang transaction nearby. A motorcyclist mistakenly identified the target car of the transaction, which looked exactly like this car.

I just threw a pile of money in. The motorcycle was going so fast that the taillights were no longer visible in an instant.

Whether it was a tank or a rocket, both of them were fascinated.

"What situation, what situation...what situation!?"

Because the rocket was so shocking, my mind went blank and I repeated it three times in a row.