Latent Syndrome

Chapter 51 51. Sisyphus

A thunder exploded.

The blinding bright light tore through the gray sky, penetrating the sky, the earth and this room. After this fleeting moment of daylight flashed, all the colors seemed to be dimmed.

A few seconds later, the buzzing sound that shook the sky slowly rolled in. The violent rumbling sound even made people's organs tremble along with it.

Although Section 11 has not publicly stated that there are traitors within, because that would shake morale, the database that has stopped updating and is in a state of dormant standby, smart people want to get this.

The middle-aged man in front of him got information from the traitors and was killing every member of Section 11.

This meeting was not a coincidence, but something he had planned. He had known his identity for a long time, and was just waiting to go to a secluded place to kill him.

Randy was amazed. Although the information sheet listed him as a D-class infected person, judging from the murderous intent in his eyes, he was far from being a minion.

Because the information database stopped updating, the last sampling evaluation grade of B was not recorded. Colin's diving speed was extremely fast.

"Because the speed of light is faster than the speed of sound, people often don't know what kind of character they are before they speak."

"You have a pretty scary demon living inside of you, Agent Colin."

"At this moment, you are the predator, and the prey is myself."

Randy could smell that Colin's blood was rising and his breathing was getting heavier gradually. It was not because of fear and panic. Such breathing was irregular. Such breathing meant that he was excited.

Colin didn't talk nonsense. His marksmanship has improved a lot during this period of time.

Shooting at targets and comparison objects will never be as good as shooting at real life, and you will become more proficient faster.

boom……

A deadly tongue of flame burst out from the pitch-black muzzle, and a bullet accurately hit Randy's forehead, causing blue flames to rise.

"You're different than you look in the photo."

"You look like a numb penguin on the information sheet. That's the photo on your driver's license."

"You should really use a mirror to take a better look at yourself."

"You are like a wild beast now."

Randy wiped his forehead lightly, and the blue flame disappeared instantly.

Colin was a little surprised. He had never seen anything like this before. Blue flames were produced, which meant that the special ammunition worked.

Bang bang bang...

Colin poured all the pistol ammunition on Randy, leaving only one bullet, but it was useless. A slight flame appeared and was extinguished.

"The Countermeasures Bureau asked you to kill someone, right?"

"The souls of the dead are like shovels, digging a hole in your heart, and all the cowardice and uneasiness are buried together with the souls."

Click!

The small steel wires were condensed into a flexible and sharp iron whip. It shone with a cold luster, and it emerged from Randy's hand and swung violently.

The speed was so fast that there was no time for anyone to react, it was just like a flash of light.

A line of blood appeared where Colin's shoulder connected to the entire arm, and painful red liquid oozed out, and then...

The incision was extremely smooth.

A whole arm fell to the ground with a snap, and with the last nerve command, the fingers moved.

In an instant, blood surged like a fountain,

The extreme pain twisted Colin's central nervous system, but he just said nothing and stared at Randy with a gloomy expression, like a cold-blooded animal in his lair.

“The human brain releases neurotransmitters when it is fearful.”

"The same goes for anger."

Randy took a deep breath and began to understand clearly, Colin's picture scroll.

"You can control your anger very well, and you don't show emotions. You are a tough guy, Colin."

"But I can smell... that smell."

"There is a strong fragrance coming from your cerebral cortex."

"Who did you kill...the child? No, not that crazy."

"Doctor? Soldier? Teacher? Artist?"

Randy took another deep breath.

"I see……"

"Desperate and helpless veterans, abused women, and those innocent infected people! They are just...poor people who need treatment!"

"You are so guilty!"

Randy looked a little intoxicated, with a hint of secret pleasure.

Blood flowed like a column.

Colin's remaining left hand was trembling with spasms, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. The pool of blood on the ground began to bubble like boiling water, condensing the flesh and blood skeleton.

Then four roaring demon dogs bit at Randy.

That kind of method is too shocking.

The space in front of Randy was filled with transparent ripples like the dense summer heat wave.

It seems that something from the void is slowly appearing.

This scene is too trance-like, like a dream, and I can't always recall how it started, it just appeared like that.

It was an ancient artifact from the Middle Ages, a torture execution device used for execution and torture. It was like an iron cabinet that could hold an adult. It had hinges and a door cover. There was an iron statue of a woman wearing a luxurious crown above the instrument. It was dark and exuded a cold luster.

This kind of instrument of torture.

Known as the Iron Maiden.

Colin understood one thing completely. He and the man in front of him were...not on the same level at all.

Click, click, click...

The Iron Maiden's door cover slowly opened, making an extremely harsh and sharp squeaking sound. There was a sound of wind howling like a flowing void coming from inside, and there were also densely packed spikes that could pierce a person.

The sound of iron pieces twisting suddenly came from this terrifying torture device, followed by hundreds of iron chains with blades that entangled all the demon dogs, and the crazy roars were mixed with the sound of twisting flesh and blood.

Those iron chains dragged all the devil dogs into the torture instruments, and then the door cover was slammed shut.

Snapped!

Like the huge pressure that instantly bursts a tomato, or crushes a baby bird in the palm of her hand, the Iron Maiden bleeds crazily, turning the entire room into a sea of ​​blood.

"That feeling of guilt didn't defeat you, did it?"

"You hypocrite, my kind."

A drop of blood splattered on Randy's hand. He took out his silk scarf and wiped it off very calmly.

Colin knew he was outmatched, and the last bullet in his pistol was what he kept for himself to prevent himself from getting into a deadlock.

He aimed at his temple and was about to pull the trigger.

Click!

A sweep of the sharp wire cut off the palm of his right hand, and the hand still holding the gun fell to the ground.

"You just...wanted to commit suicide, right?"

Randy was a little confused. It was just a dessert before the meal, and the main meal hadn't been served yet. It would be too boring if the enemy died due to fighting spirit or blindness.

Fear is the spice of the soul, the poppy that cooks the heart.

This kind of work cannot be called work, it is just work.

Colin's suggestion was that of the devil. He must be hiding some secret in his eagerness to die. Perhaps it is extremely important information for the Countermeasures Bureau.

Randy pondered for a moment.

"Have you heard the story of Sisyphus?"

“He was the founder and king of Corinth because he deceived death and allowed a period of time without death.”

"This act offended the gods, and in order to punish him, they asked him to push a round boulder to the top of the mountain, because the boulder was too heavy."

“Every time I don’t reach the top of the mountain, I fall down again, and all my previous efforts are wasted.”

"So he just kept doing it over and over again, never ending."

"Until his life is slowly consumed in this futile and hopeless work."

His blood-red sunglasses glowed with a purgatory luster.