Latent Syndrome

Chapter 282 281. The Peak of Freedom

There are many skyscrapers in Liberty City, including the Empire State Building, Chrysler, One World Trade Center, and dozens of buildings over 200 feet tall.

Along with the Hudson River, in this early winter, it is extremely cold and majestic.

Luca did not choose the meeting place on the ground. He needed a restricted environment. The restaurant on the 101st floor of this newly raised skyscraper had been cleared. Not only were there no customers, there were no waiters.

Only Luca stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, overlooking the panoramic view of Liberty City, the endless high-rise buildings, and the cold, cold, rolling Hudson River.

"I read all the information in Los Angeles."

"The person who reversed all tragedies turned out to be an unknown person who suddenly appeared."

"A stockbroker?"

"You're good at investing and... gambling."

Luca's back looked a little weird because of his hunched back. He just turned his head sideways and stared behind him, which was chilling.

Colin frowned. It was hard to imagine why it was necessary to arrange it in such a place. As far as Gray was concerned, everything was about efficiency, and the so-called deputy director chose one of the highest restaurants in Liberty City. Raising people... is definitely not for the so-called ostentation.

Maybe... he wants to restrict his movements so that he can't escape.

When he arrived at the bottom of the building, he had already had such an idea, but Colin came up anyway. Even to this extent, the latent disease cannot be eradicated.

And this so-called deputy director was different from every member of the Countermeasures Bureau that Colin had ever encountered. He not only had a weird body shape, but also exuded a faint aura of danger.

Even for Colin.

"This kind of place... is a little inconvenient just to tell about combat operations."

"Just tell me what you want to do."

Colin said it bluntly. It may be true that what the liaison officer said was that Luca wanted to stand up for him, but this kind of thing is not just a matter of words, it requires a declaration of name.

He now needs the identity of the first branch agent to obtain the resources provided by the entire society.

"you are so brilliant."

"Just as you are thinking, there are some minor differences within the Countermeasures Bureau."

"Some people advocate that we should still maintain the original strategy and let people live in greenhouses."

"This is a bit naive. The SCT is unstoppable because they don't care about human life."

"We have to do the same."

"The most efficient way is to keep the fire of civilization alive."

"We have prepared human embryos, and the associated doomsday base, in case the world is destroyed."

"Still have a backup plan."

"Now we just need to use our hands and feet without any scruples. Dealing with those rabble is just a piece of cake."

"The point is how to deal with this disease, this chaos that erodes sanity."

"what do you think?"

Luca placed the silver suitcase on the dining table. There was no meal, and the heater was not even turned on. The high-altitude wind was affected by the earth's rotational force, making the temperature even colder in the middle of winter.

Colin's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect Luca to really go straight to the point, but it's not bad. It's hard to say whether this kind of thing is to protect people, or to protect the alienated population as a sample of civilization, or whether this behavior has violated the rules of civilization. The reason is too complicated.

Colin didn't care so much. He just wanted to eradicate the cause of his wife's disease before she died, but this was contrary to the method proposed by Luca.

Because that situation is tantamount to asking his wife to die. As the number of infections increases, the symptoms worsen faster.

There is not much time left for Colin.

"I do not care."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Colin was noncommittal. He still needed this identity and couldn't break up with the so-called deputy director. Everything depended on what he wanted to do next.

"Don't you care?"

"From the data, you are different from ordinary infected people, but you can indeed use visions and fields."

"The Pope and I once had a relationship. I went to stop one of his foreign condemnation operations, but it failed. All my men were wiped out. When I arrived, he had completed the operation and left Europe."

"Europe is completely controlled by SCT, partly because of the failure of that operation."

"That is a very dangerous man, no less than the people in the top ten."

"If you can kill him, that means you are a pretty remarkable person."

"Your position is very important. Every word you say can change the fate of the world."

"Please don't brush it off with an ambiguous answer like you don't care."

"I want to know exactly whether you have that..."

"A cruel spirit."

Luca said this, sitting leisurely on the dining chair. Since there was no waiter in the restaurant, he was a little thirsty. He saw water in the ornamental vase, took it and smelled it, then took out the flowers and took a sip.

"Then you want me to prove it."

Colin replied expressionlessly. Although he was standing, his aura was still overwhelmed by Luka, even though Luka was sitting with his back hunched over.

But his status, the authority and dominance of the entire society, gave him unparalleled power, which was too terrifying.

"Sure enough, you understand."

"Everything is just a switch of resources, tonight."

"There will be a party, and the mayor of the Free City and the adults from the Material Reserve Bureau will be present."

"They control the strategic reserve resources, grain, bacon, and props necessary for survival throughout North America."

"In order to do what I just said, you have to go all out. Without any worries, go and kill them."

"This will affect the transportation of relief materials in some severely infected disaster areas."

"Now that the central plain is vast and sparsely populated, the countermeasures bureau cannot effectively dispatch its forces, and there are not that many forces. There are too many infected people there, and it has almost become a wasteland rule."

"It is better to have short-term pain than to keep those citizens consuming supplies pointlessly."

"I like an Eastern idiom very much, which is called...a strong man cuts off his wrist."

"This is how a strong man cuts off his wrist."

Luca talked about the most efficient plan. Instead of wasting resources, it would be better to wait until the infected people in the central region are completely overrun and then focus on cleaning up and transfer all resources to the east coast to deal with the impact of SCT.

This is the last battle. SCT will use all its resources to attack the east coast and land in North America. In order to dominate the world, it will be strong in one go, then weaken, and then exhausted. These thugs composed of lunatics have once again failed. If so, it would completely fall apart and eventually split into various small forces. In terms of the authoritative cohesion of the countermeasures bureau, it would be painless to defeat them one by one.

Colin was shocked when he heard this. At least Gray would protect ordinary people, and this man treated everyone equally and would do anything to achieve his goal.

"It's very simple."

"Just a few ordinary people."

"What are you going to do?"

Luka asked calmly.

"no problem."

Colin decisively agreed.

"very good."

Luka looked at his watch, clapped his hands, and a group of waiters came out and served some exquisite dishes.

"After lunch, take a break and we'll go together."

Luca said this.

Colin's expression gradually turned cold.