Latent Syndrome

Chapter 222 221. A joke without an answer

The two of them followed the SCT all over the country and had seen all kinds of bloody and absurd scenes, but now they were still frightened by this evil battle. This was no longer a simple matter of good luck, it was like this guy had control of the world. Just like the other platforms, if you want anything, you can enter the code to directly generate or send it.

"Damn it."

Rocket subconsciously felt something bad, and reflexively took out his gun, suspecting that this person was an infected person, and couldn't find any other explanation other than this.

Without any hesitation, he quickly pulled the trigger.

Kaka...

Two clear sounds came. It seemed that there was something wrong with the moving parts in the gun and it got stuck. The rocket re-entered, but it still didn't work. It was working fine a few days ago? Have you ever encountered this kind of super-probable event?

"how so……"

"You are drug dealers or something like that. Were you doing business just now?"

White had to think that he could only control luck, which was a vague abstract concept, and he had no idea what would happen next.

My hint is on now, so why would I encounter such an unfortunate incident? Involved in some gang deal or something.

"Fuck fuck fuck..."

Rocket couldn't help but guess that this person was going to SCT's taxi company. Doesn't that make it clear that he was from the Countermeasures Bureau?

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up, you idiot."

Rocket yelled at Tank, and immediately took out a spring knife from his arms. There must be nothing wrong with this thing. As he pressed the knob, the spring failure ejected the sharp blade directly, and inserted it directly into Rocket's own body. The tip of the knife pierced the cheek and entered the mouth.

Tank was also a little unsure. He and Rocket were just B-level infected people. They could still pretend to be cool in front of C-level and D-level minions, but they were just like lambs waiting to be slaughtered when they encountered ruthless characters.

He calmed down and flashed through his mind one infected person after another who had become famous in the underground world. He found that this person had some impressions, but he was not that outstanding among a large number of ruthless characters with strong voices and looks. He was dressed too much to be on a beach vacation to solicit prostitutes. Middle-aged and elderly people.

Rocket complained and cursed non-stop. He held the blade inserted into his mouth and carefully pulled it out. A lot of blood oozed out, and he was ready to fight the vision directly.

At this time, some small meteorites are floating in outer space. Some of these small planetary fragments bypass Jupiter's protection and slowly approach the Earth's orbit.

"You are on the combat directory, right?"

Tank recalled vaguely.

"Forehead……"

"Are you from SCT?"

"Don't worry, we are all a family. Can you please let the dear friend next to you rest for a while?"

White was a little irritated by Rocket's noise, but he was also relieved. His hint was too strong. It was not because he was unlucky that he was involved in gang transactions, but he was in one step and was picked up by SCT members in a special car.

"Fuck your whole family, I wish you would die, you said this is the one from SCT?"

Rocket felt like he was an idiot now, and it was all because of this bastard that he had made such a fool of himself.

The planetary fragments are close to the Earth's orbit, and their movements are erratic.

"Wait, Rocket, I remembered."

"This is number nine on the combat list, Mr. White."

Tank told Rocket to stop quickly.

"are you serious?"

Rocket was furious. If that were the case, no matter how unhappy he was, he would have to swallow it. Each of these people is more mysterious than the last. As long as they are in this directory, they are all quite remarkable people, let alone the former ones. Ten of them. When the Lord Jehovah comes, he has to carry a bottle of wine before he even dares to visit.

"So the misunderstanding has been resolved."

"I was transferred from the Foreign Correspondence Department this time and was responsible for killing a Countermeasures Bureau agent named Colin."

"It is said that he was active in Liberty City recently, so I came over. It happens that this is your territory, and the business sectors are integrated together."

"Take me to meet your boss."

On the way here by plane, White already knew that the person in charge here was named McConaughey. He originally wanted to contact him in advance, but he couldn't get through no matter how hard he called.

The rocket had fire and could not be released, so it was held back. The meteorite's orbit also deviated from the earth's orbit and would not fall on the earth.

Tank originally smelled a hint of conspiracy from the subsequent interview, but now there are strong men to help, not to mention it is a trap, even if several ace agents from the other side get together and face off against the ninth most powerful man in the observable universe , just a dead dog.

He told the story exactly as it was, that McConaughey was restricted from personal freedom by the Countermeasures Bureau, and then released, as well as the subsequent meeting.

"Um……"

After hearing this, White pretended to be cool on the surface, maintaining the image of a master, but his heart was pounding. What about the Bourne Supremacy?

He knew very well that among all the personnel in the combat directory, he might be the most special one. The others were all serious and fierce people, and he relied solely on his ability.

In actual combat, if the ability is not turned on, this star implies that its combat strength is not enough to even fight A-level infected people.

What if I am really in a tight siege later and surrounded by several similar characters? What if this egg indicates that the computing power is not enough?

Although he himself doesn’t know if there is such a thing as computing power.

It was also a coincidence that he was ranked ninth in the combat directory. He somehow killed an extremely powerful person, was recruited by SCT for no apparent reason, and rose to the top of the world for no apparent reason.

In the eyes of Tank and Rocket, White said nothing, and there was some disdain in his eyes.

"Very good."

"With Mr. White's participation, even a dead end can be resolved."

Tank did not forget to raise his hand.

White was speechless. It would have been okay to engage in some assassination or the like. After hiding directly and discovering the target, it would be enough to reduce that person's fate to a level that is completely inconsistent with the universe. However, it would be a bit dangerous to fight head-on.

"Ninth place?"

"It's too strong. Let's go directly. Even if there is a trap, we can fish McConaughey out directly."

Rocket said.

White only felt his scalp numb, but the atmosphere was already there, so what if he didn't go?

"Then stop talking nonsense."

"Just go."

"It just so happened that I also had to meet with McConaughey."

White pretended to be a master, but when it really didn't work, he turned up the hints to the highest level, although he couldn't guarantee the consequences.

The tank no longer hesitated and started driving directly. White's shot of cardiotonic was very useful.

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In a bar in a busy street of Manhattan.

McConaughey was sitting on a high chair at the bar, his back slightly stooped, his brows furrowed, and he kept drinking.

It was only when this happened that he discovered it.

The so-called fate is such a terrible thing.

The person in charge of Section 4 did nothing to him and just let him go without anyone following him. Instead, he excluded himself from the list of suspicious persons, thus giving himself a cover in disguise.

Those fallacies and weird stories made him unable to figure it out no matter how hard he tried, and he fell into a trough of thinking.

"BOSS, are you the only one?"

Tank and his three friends had already arrived, but they found that there was no ambush here at all, and there were other customers in the bar. Tank suddenly felt like an idiot. Did he think too much?

"No."

"I feel……"

"I'm being manipulated by the Countermeasures Bureau."

After McConaughey said something with unclear meaning, the video shot by Dickson in Los Angeles has been widely circulated, and latent syndrome has entered the public eye.

And the Countermeasure Bureau...

No, that man does not represent the countermeasures bureau, he is probably just a lunatic. This just helps him. As long as he marries the daughter of a state congressman, he can act unscrupulously.

"BOSS, Mr. White is here too."

Tank said quickly.

"Is it?"

Things are progressing countless times more smoothly than McConaughey expected, and the seventh place in the combat catalog is also on the way.

But he had a vague premonition, like a joke that made everyone laugh.

And he was the only one who didn't know the answer.