Latent Syndrome

Chapter 253 252. Unfinished business

A dungeon that never sees the light of day.

Moist, dark, cold stone ground covered with moss.

There was a faint sound, like crude drainage equipment.

"SIR."

"Please give the order."

"SIR."

Di Wei felt uncomfortable all over, his wrists, ankles, and neck were itching unbearably.

He woke up from hunger. Just when he wanted to move, he found that his whole body was tied up with iron chains, like a dog lasso. The metal base of the iron chains was firmly embedded in the stone wall, making it impossible to break free.

At the same time, he smelled a rancid smell, like swill that had rotted for several days. The stench was extremely foul. He looked forward in a daze. It took a long time for the focus of his only single eye to recover, and he only saw a line of iron. There is a fence, and the other three sides are stone walls. It is a place similar to a prison.

Outside the fence, I saw several Asians in military uniforms, holding a gun in one hand and smoking. Their military uniforms were nondescript and completely imitated from other countries, and they also wore red berets.

These soldiers were talking and laughing, but they couldn't understand the language they were talking about.

In this dark and damp dungeon, there are still several people in the same situation as himself detained. They are all chained and sitting on the dirty stone floor, silent.

The smell I just smelled came from... a gully under the fence, which was soaked in extremely dirty swill.

At the same time, Di Biao also heard the sound of chains shaking. A man in the same situation seemed to be unable to endure hunger and slowly climbed to the edge of the trough.

The next scene made even Di Biao frown.

Only now did he understand that this place might have been transformed from a pigsty. As for these people wearing nondescript military uniforms, most of them were local warlords in backward countries and people under the Tu emperor.

He had previously determined that it should be around the tropics, but now he was sure that this should be Southeast Asia.

Even if Di Wei died of hunger, he would not act the same as the man just now.

But it’s better to get out of this bad situation as soon as possible.

Di Wei was silent for a while. After his body and mind were reconciled, he opened his voice and shouted loudly.

"Hey."

"I have something very important to discuss with your supervisor."

"Your leader will definitely be interested."

"This is about millions of alliance coins."

His expression was extremely serious and he was not joking at all.

When the soldiers heard the commotion, they glanced in the direction of Di Biao, but said nothing at all. They continued to talk and laugh in a language that Di Biao did not understand, and at the same time teased the man who was crawling beside the stone trough to eat. .

One of the soldiers stretched out his foot through the fence, put it on the man's head, and then exerted force. The dirty soles stepped on the man's hair, and his entire face was immersed in the swill.

"Hold."

"It's really disgusting bro."

Di Wei suddenly panicked. He had actually fallen to this level. If it were before, he would have had to kill their entire family to relieve his hatred. Even their ten-month-pregnant wife would not be spared. She was nurtured by such a person. Those who are born will only be demon fetuses.

"It's no use, they don't understand your language."

"Don't waste your efforts."

An unkempt man not far from Di Biao said this to Di Biao, almost accepting his fate.

Di Biao was not happy when he found someone who could speak English, because this person was also a prisoner like himself. Judging from his appearance, he was a Jew.

Di Wei secretly thought that something was wrong. Do these people even dare to imprison foreigners? Even warlords must consider the issue of international influence. Otherwise, in the event of a diplomatic incident or the arrival of peacekeeping troops, these small places would fall behind the warlords. Cheap gear is just fish on the chopping block.

"Your appearance is quite intimidating, my friend."

"Were you a hunter before? That kind of scar..."

"It's far from an animal like a wolf or a leopard, it's something bigger."

"Is it a tiger?"

The Jews asked meaningless questions, trying to regain the feeling of being human in this cage.

Di Wei suddenly recalled that he was drifting on the sea and washed up on the shore. When he went deep into the jungle, he encountered a huge tiger with a gold chain hanging around his neck. He was attacked and then fainted. It's over.

After that, the tiger didn't eat him. Was it discovered by these soldiers and brought here?

He subconsciously touched his face with his hand. Even though there were no mirrors around him, he felt that this was no longer a simple scar, it was completely a ravine, with an unformed, thin layer of blood scab on it. .

"But I guess so."

"It must be an infected person to be able to deal with such a ferocious animal."

The Jew said abruptly.

"Infected person?"

"What infected person?"

This made Di Wei somewhat confused.

"Of course it's latent syndrome."

The Jews felt that Di Bong had something, even at this time they were still pretending to be dumbfounded.

"Why do you think so?"

Di Wei was a little shocked. Only the guys from the Countermeasures Bureau could barely distinguish some infected people with their gadgets, but this Jew knew it without any external help?

"Don't you know?"

"Then how did you get here?"

"There is only one possibility of being detained here. The people here are all infected."

"The local warlords have some special hobbies."

"Like the ancient Roman arena, they like to put infected people in a huge iron cage and let them kill each other until one of them dies."

"It was like an underground boxing ring where those officers would place bets with each other to gamble."

The Jew smiled helplessly.

Di Wei tutted, hating that iron was not ready.

"You are all fucking infected, why are you still acting like slaves here?"

Di Wei tried to activate the suggestion, but it didn't work at all. The different space was blocked, or directly broken, and no power could be drawn out.

"Do you think everyone is a pope or someone like K?"

"We low-level infected people have a hard time just avoiding the countermeasures bureau."

The Jew said nonchalantly. Some infected people who did not dive deep enough were just pure patients. They had no fighting ability at all. In addition to having vitality far beyond ordinary people, sometimes they were not as good as normal people who exercised well. .

However, Di Wei's words aroused his hope. Could it be that he was an infected person who had dived very far away? I always feel familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't remember the details at all.

"What a waste."

"At least I can break free of the chains and kill those idiots outside the fence."

Di Wei was also a little resigned to his fate. If you want to die, then die quickly.

"You do not understand……"

"The warlords and some officers here are also infected."

"It should be a force that formed after the outbreak of the Abyssal Syndrome."

"The leader with the highest status may... be an S-class infected person."

For people of the Jewish level, just being S-level is already an insurmountable, chasm-like gap.

"S-class infected person..."

"They're just trash fish."

Di Wei's eyes became colder and colder. If Randy, Johnny, Hugo, any of them were here, he would not be reduced to such a prisoner level.

Everyone was killed in an explosion.

It's all because of that man...the man named Colin.

I don’t know where Hugo is now, or whether he has completed his unfinished business on the west coast.