Latent Syndrome

Chapter 300 299. Judgment Day

Snowy night.

The moonlight was bright, and the haze lingering in the sky was dispersed by the pale penetration. With the last few gunshots, everything fell silent.

The only thing that echoes through the modern tower complex is the piercing noise of the temporary power supply facilities.

McConaughey slowly opened his eyes, and the sneer on his lips was a little relieved.

"how's it going?"

Ogu asked, there are less than twelve hours left before the public trial at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

McConaughey shook his head.

When the countermeasures bureau, like SCT, begins to use any means, any means will be meaningless unless it is crushed by absolute strength.

Man becomes a "rational" resource.

"Just wait for Arnold to come."

"Because the incident happened suddenly, he was a little far away from North America."

"It will land in North America before 10:30 tomorrow morning at the latest."

"Now, excuse me."

"I'm going to get a formal outfit."

After saying that, McConaughey stood up and let the two of them help themselves.

"Then the trial has already begun?"

Ogu asked.

"This is exactly..."

"That's the key."

If all goes well, after this battle, McConaughey will be able to obtain the right to issue coins and occupy the entire continent.

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Countermeasures Bureau surface base.

The steel dog muzzle put on Di Biao clamped his jaw firmly, making it impossible for him to move at all.

Hao is also the person in the countermeasures bureau who knows the truth about the specially made bullets.

The brain fluid tempered by those human lives and majestic obsessions has a miraculous effect, just like the white blood cells of civilization, it can remove all viral impurities and infected persons.

Like a carpenter's nail gun, Hao drove a steel-shelled capsule into Di Biao's spine to prevent any changes.

After doing all this.

He closed the door of the detention room with an expressionless face. The light slowly faded away, leaving darkness inside.

He did not forget Luca's warning before.

Colin was hit by special ammunition. The Transcendent was not so easy to die, but he lost at least half his life, accelerating his demise.

He must be found as soon as possible.

"Agent from Section 1, Colin has defected."

"A wanted man has been issued. This person is a vicious serial murderer who preys on women and children."

After giving orders to an agent, he walked towards the materials room.

All the work is being carried out in an orderly manner and is almost over. All that is left is to check some electronic evidence and then integrate it.

He dutifully reviewed some of the materials, each of which had a copy, and then he saw a particularly eye-catching book in the storage bag.

From a guy named Anderson Hugo.

Hao looked at the report in the storage bag. It seemed to be an influential book in the field of psychiatry.

The Pope?

The man killed by Colin.

"Is this also evidence that will be used tomorrow?"

Hao opened the storage bag, took out the books and flipped through them. They were all tongue twisters and things that ordinary people would have no interest in reading.

"uncertain."

"Taking all the circumstances into consideration, everything related to Los Angeles was brought together."

"Tomorrow is not a regular... trial."

"It involves some concepts... maybe."

The female staff member spoke in a weak voice.

"No, you're wrong."

"It's just a natural judgment."

"Produce evidence and then establish the guilt."

"What people want is not abstract concepts, but popular facts."

The reason why people are crazy about Di Bong is because the movie that confuses black and white portrays his behavior as a forced resistance.

As long as it is proven to be spontaneous, all forms, concepts, and dogmas will be defeated without any attack.

This is when I flipped through a page like this, which said.

【Only the universe itself is eternal. 】

[The rationality of the universe is the criterion for everything. 】

[People do the cruelest things. 】

[But he does not have a cruel spirit. 】

"Cruel..."

"Are you energetic?"

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The next day, nine o'clock in the morning.

The streets were extremely deserted. Except for soldiers in military uniforms, no ordinary people could be found.

Fine flying snow shrouded the entire city, but under the scorching rays of the rising sun, it melted before falling on the earth, pushing away all the coldness.

In total darkness.

Click...

The iron gate was opened, and light poured into the detention room. The bright light stung Di Biao's eyes.

"It's time to hit the road."

Hao's job is to stay within ten steps of Di Biao and monitor his every move at any time until the public trial is over.

Two agents walked towards him, covering Di Biao's head with black hoods, then unchained him, one of them restrained one of his hands, and lifted him up.

Di Biao showed no resistance and was dragged out of the detention room by two agents. The agents lined up on both sides of the passage all had solemn expressions, ready to check and balance Di Biao's resistance at any time along the way.

The man in a suit and tie put on a mask and followed slowly behind. He was the most important guarantee.

No surprises at all.

Di Biao was escorted into a special police car where prisoners were detained. He was put on the back door and several ace detectives also sat in.

Hao used the terminal to dial Luka's phone number, and the other party answered in seconds.

"Di Yi has been escorted to the car. How is the situation over there?"

Hazy confirmed.

"It couldn't get any better."

“It’s busier than Christmas here.”

"Think of it as celebrating the New Year in advance."

Luka said extremely calmly, although everything seemed calm, but last night he had people slaughtered by countless people who had no self-awareness.

"That's good."

"Don't hang up."

"Always stay in communication."

Hagi put on wireless headphones.

"This is the worst New Year's gift I've ever received."

After the communication is completed.

After getting into the back of the police car, Di Wei was wearing a rabies mask. He was prohibited from speaking for most of the public hearing. Only when necessary would the nuts of the mask be loosened to allow him to express his thoughts.

Under the escort of several armored vehicles, Di Bong's car drove towards 60 Central Street in Manhattan.

This is another important turning point after the outbreak of Latent Syndrome and since the Priory mediated the frontline battle between SCT and the Countermeasure Bureau.

More than twenty minutes passed.

The convoy arrived at the Supreme Court of Liberty City.

The magnificent Roman pillared courtyard and the geometrically shaped building behind it are like a palace of sacred order that cannot be desecrated or violated. The flag of the Free Alliance is fluttering in the swift wind, and the flying snow is falling. The wide square is already filled with people, and the square is filled with people. The court was packed with people.

Although there are agents from Section 4 and military police maintaining order, such an unprecedented event is unheard of. There may also be Di Biao's fanatic followers among them, but they are always dormant, rational and calm, waiting for everything to end.

When Lun escorted Di Biao out of the car, the flashlight illuminated again and again.

"Is that movie completely fabricated?"

"You...raped the bride at the wedding scene. Is that true?"

"Did you plan the collision between a commercial airliner taking off from Phoenix and a Los Angeles government plane?"

"DB! DB!"

"Go to hell, you rotten man, even killing you is not enough!"

"Remnants of your DNA were found on the handles of some public restrooms. Did you intentionally... get it on them?"

"You have to pay the price! You caused all my relatives to die, and they were all on that plane!"

"Did you kill all those people in St. George District?"

Those faces.

Those voices.

doubt.

Hatred.

Banter.

furious.

Intertwined under the heavy snow, the military and police cordoned off a path.

The hood on Di Biao's head was taken off, his completely cold-blooded and empty eyes were indifferent, and he could faintly see it under the gloomy steel mask.

With a cruel sneer, he walked through the crowd of thousands of people and headed towards his torture chamber.