Latent Syndrome

Chapter 495 494. Lieutenant

After only one glass of wine, the amount of alcohol consumed was not enough for the liver to play with for two seconds. Anonymous already felt that the memory was slightly unstable, so he stopped messing around.

After rummaging around for a while, I found an exquisite wallet and wallet, which contained unfamiliar banknotes for checkout. I also found a copper-cased pocket watch full of signs of wear and tear.

Out of curiosity, Anonymous opened his pocket watch. The hands had stopped moving for a long time. There was also an old black and white photo. It was a family portrait of four people. Everyone's expression was quite gloomy and unspeakable. The creepy feeling.

Since I didn’t know the currency system here, it was extremely awkward to pay with banknotes.

Anonymous just took out a banknote and placed it on the table, staring blankly at the waiter, which made the waiter even more embarrassed.

With an attitude of not wasting a penny, Anonymous put out an extra bill every time, and the confusion on the waiter's face deepened.

Until Anonymous took out all the money, including more than 20 bills of the highest denomination, the waiter still didn't respond.

Hold.

He cursed secretly, not knowing whether it was because the restaurant was too bad or because Randy was too poor.

until.

"Sir, all your expenses."

"It's all free of charge."

The waiter said with some fear.

Only then did Anonymous realize that the surrounding customers were looking at him with more or less fear. Was it because of this uniform?

He had a rough guess that this was probably a society where military and police officers walked sideways.

Anonymous is very happy, this is very good.

Then he looked for the bathroom in the restaurant. Under the guidance of the waiter, he walked around several corners to the washroom and found a mirror.

Anonymous looked at himself in the mirror. Is it really true? Even the obsession in the deep world still retains some of the characteristics of his life. From the rough outline of his facial features, he is similar to the man in sunglasses. The only difference is that his body is taller and straighter. It looks a little taller, besides.

Nothing old-fashioned.

Too young, as if he was less than twenty-five years old, or even younger.

Randy in the mirror also has short hair and a few gray hairs. Overall, although he is far less handsome than himself, he is still pretty good.

The main thing is that people rely on clothes. This military officer's uniform is only so handsome. If you wear it yourself, the woman who delivers it to your door will be like a crucian carp crossing the river.

Is military affairs important?

Anonymous doesn't know what to do. There are no task prompts or anything like that. There are only signs of unstable memories. At present, he can only do it step by step.

He immediately shouted to the waiter in the bathroom.

The waiter thought that the faucet had burst or something, so he did not dare to neglect the officer and ran over quickly. Seeing that nothing happened, he was even more frightened. In today's chaotic situation, these soldiers can kill whoever they want. If you offend for any reason, you will be arrested and thrown into jail.

"Do you know who I am?"

Anonymous already had a strategy in mind.

The waiter nodded quickly, because he didn't know if it was a temptation, but all he said was respectful and kind words. He admired these soldiers so much, and admired all the brutal massacres of the army. He thought that those who wandered around have been defrauded by usury throughout the ages. All deserve to die.

Anonymous understood.

Randy is a senior military officer working for an extremist regime, and this regime is carrying out a racial vendetta.

Anonymous didn't care at all, because it was none of his business, and success or failure was far beyond the ability of a passerby like him to ask. The top priority was just to follow the correct process.

"I'm a little drunk."

"You call and get my soldiers."

"I want them to send me back."

Anonymous said, it is best not to go home, but to go to your office, so that you can understand what you are doing, what tasks you have, who you should kill, and who you should pick up.

The waiter was shocked. He probably was just trying to find trouble for himself. Not to mention how he got drunk after just one beer. Even someone with an alcohol allergy could hold on to five or six glasses of beer.

In addition, let yourself tell those soldiers that this is not going to cost your life.

"Lord Lieutenant, I..."

Before the waiter could continue speaking.

A man also wearing military uniform searched around the restaurant and finally found Randy in the bathroom.

Immediately gave a very standard salute, raising one hand and extending it upward.

"Sir."

"I'm very sorry to interrupt your dinner."

"We captured a Resistance spy."

"I need you to go over and review it immediately."

After the soldiers saluted, they said with great respect that due to some confidential reasons, these big-headed soldiers had no right to overstep their authority.

Anonymous was overjoyed, and the pillow came just as he fell asleep. This should be the right step to interrogate spies. Even Randy himself could not refuse military service.

However, Anonymous did not agree immediately, intending to pretend to be a superior.

"Asshole!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Military affairs are important."

"How can we delay eating?"

"If you delay the military situation, you will be shot tonight."

Anonymous' voice was cold, without the slightest hint of joking.

Never imagined.

The effect was far better than he expected. The big-headed soldier was so frightened that the blood on his lips lost some color and he was paralyzed with fear.

Because Randy said that he would not talk about any military matters tonight and must not be disturbed, but that side was also very important. He was a leader of the Resistance Army, so Randy had to go there.

Holy shit.

Anonymous was also shocked.

It seems that Randy is indeed an out-and-out scumbag. He often beats, scolded or shot soldiers to scare others.

"Without further ado."

"Take me there quickly."

Under the order of Anonymous Doe, the big-headed soldier took him out of the restaurant and sat on a dark gray old-fashioned jeep.

The waiter watched Randy leave and breathed a sigh of relief, almost losing his life.

These soldiers are all foreign soldiers. They are stationed here to round up specific groups of people in the country and imprison them in concentration camps to perform high-intensity labor. After they completely lose their value, the consequences can be predicted.

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It was a dark night, and the streets were still paved with bricks. As time went by, there should be a curfew system in the city. In addition, the nameless person did not know what was going on. The lights on the windows of many buildings were turned off. It was in the city. It's too cold, or I just don't dare to turn on the light.

Anonymous pretended that he was a little drunk, and used his status as a commander to ask the big-headed soldier some stupid questions, such as why the city was so deserted.

After some questioning, I found out that Randy and other officers had just stationed in the city at this time, and the search was in full swing. Leaving the city was completely restricted and strictly guarded by soldiers. There were not many residents in the city, but they deliberately turned off the lights and hid. These people themselves.

Randy, Randy, do all the bad things.

This kind of scumbag still has a fiancée, and it was unbelievable that he just got married.

In addition, Anonymous also knew that the task assigned by Randy by his superiors was not to hunt down specific groups of people in the city, but to deal with some guerrillas within the radiation range of a township outside the city. It was a frontal and tough task. Work hard.

But because those people had not received any systematic training, and their equipment was old stuff from who knows how many years ago, they were just a mob, and they dispersed at the first touch, and were suppressed and beaten by regular troops like Randy.

After passing the checkpoint and confirming Nameless's identity as a lieutenant, several soldiers saluted and let him go. The lead soldier drove through a long country road and took Nameless to a temporary stronghold outside the city.

At present, the synchronization is stable, so just go with the flow.

Next, it’s time to test Randy’s methods.

How can I keep in sync with my own interrogations?