Latent Syndrome

Chapter 64 64. Cerebral fluid of a madman

At night.

The bright white moon was covered with a layer of gauze by the clouds, and the brightness of the light penetrating through the hotel windows dropped sharply and suddenly became dim.

A strong gust of wind blew by, making the window sash creak.

There were no lights on in the room, and the tall man with his back to him had already noticed the strange movement. Where Colin was sitting, the moonlight was covered by a shadow, and he was completely in shadow.

What is exciting is not just the eight million reward offered by SCT, because the top cadre of the Los Angeles branch promised that if he could kill Colin, he could become a member of the SCT Los Angeles branch council.

That means that if SCT occupies Los Angeles, it will become one of the top managers of Los Angeles in the future. This is not a fantasy. In some areas of Europe, local management agencies have been completely penetrated by SCT and have become the source of black industry. They have such terrifying financial resources.

that power.

This is an unparalleled poison.

Colin is a stepping stone to enter the upper world, a trial.

"I advise you not to do that."

"You look like a second-rate guy."

His voice reached the window, and his cold and solemn tone even made the surrounding temperature drop.

During this period, there have been five people who have come to kill Colin. Counting this person now, he is the sixth. The reason why he is still in Los Angeles is to sell the real estate in Moon Lake Resort City. Next He was ready to leave Los Angeles.

To a Zihuatanejo of his own.

Blood-colored pipelines spread out of the window like a spider web. Each of these intertwined and squirming pipelines has a half-opened and terrifying eye growing in each intersecting position.

One of the killers is hinted to be a demon. His vision is that he has super powers of observation. These eyes can not only observe without blind spots, but can also see the flow of blood and the contraction of organs hidden under the skin. , extremely real.

"Is it."

"Killing a psychopath makes you so conceited."

"You have no idea how vast the world is."

"is God."

"God came to this planet and gave power to the cursed ones."

"The more people are recognized by it, the more powerful they will be."

"The more people you kill, the more favor you will gain."

The black-clothed killer said with a crazy smile. The people he killed could fill a warehouse, and Colin was just another sacrifice to pray to God.

Colin turned around, his horrific scars and thin, gloomy face made him look like a desperado.

"Maybe that's true."

"god."

"God."

"devil."

"So you are second-rate."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"The next person I want to kill is..."

"Your father's child, your wife's husband, may also be the support of your children, a person who is missed by your friends."

"And you are going to bet your fate on some madman who has lost his mind, SCT."

Colin was tired of this shit.

Da da da da…

The strength of the infected far exceeds that of normal humans. Even the heavy machine gun, the MG42, known as the Nazi Saw, does not need a gun frame to be fixed on the ground for support. It is only a flesh and blood body that can bear the violent recoil.

The killer in black held the machine gun with both hands and pulled the bolt.

The violent ammunition was released.

The bullet casings fell out and scattered crazily, all over the floor in a blink of an eye. The sparks from the explosion of the bullet base illuminated the entire room in a fiery yellow color.

The theoretical rate of fire of this gun is 800 to 900 rounds per minute. In fact, the maximum rate of fire can reach 1,500 rounds per minute. It has reached the peak of a single-barreled machine gun and can directly hit a tree as thick as a bowl. Got to be pulpy.

More than 20 bullets were fired in one second, all attacking Colin's body like a hailstorm, and various parts of his body began to explode.

But……

Not a drop of his blood was shed.

But those places that were hit exploded into winding and twisting centipedes, and in a blink of an eye they piled up into a swarm of insects, covering the ground, squeezing each other, squirming and rolling, and it was so terrifying that it was suffocating.

"Your mental quality is very good."

"Breathing regularly."

"You don't have fear yet."

The centipedes quickly reorganized on his head, and even though half of his head was gone, they were still talking.

The violent burst of ammunition had passed, and the remaining ammunition could only allow him to fire bursts to delay Colin's slow approach, but Colin turned a blind eye to those fatal pains.

"The fear engraved in everyone's genes is different."

"In ancient times, nomads had to fight wild beasts, blurred flesh, fangs, pain and tearing, so what they were afraid of was... boring plasma, some shoddy B-level movies."

"Farming people need sacrifices to pray for suitable weather. They sacrifice the lives of some women and children and wear blood-colored clothes. This sense of guilt turns into the undead and is engraved into their genes. What they fear is ghosts."

"And you……"

"Is it darkness?"

"No, darkness is just a disguise."

"It's what's in the dark that's scary."

"Just like the disease you are infected with, the unknown thing in the abyss."

"They're coming at you..."

Some self-contradictory questions can make infected people with low control go crazy, as can fear, fear of the abyss.

The black-clothed killer's breathing was a little rapid. He didn't understand that the other party was also an infected person, so he could talk about these things and gods as if nothing had happened!

"God will curse you!"

Click, click, click...

Several black spikes like scorpion tails were drilled out of the black-clothed killer's arm, and they were connected to slender bone strips and pierced directly into Colin's arm.

"This is one of the most painful toxins in the world. It will gradually corrode your neural network, causing you to suffer brain shock and death during the torture. Even if your hint is a devil and has terrifying recovery capabilities, in this case it will not Any effect.”

The black-clothed killer said coldly.

Colin looked at his hand. Purple liquid was poured into it, and the skin and muscle tissue began to swell, accompanied by maddening pain. It could indeed be called the ultimate torture of a chemical reaction, ten thousand times more ferocious than alkali burns. .

"What a clumsy ploy."

Colin's face was expressionless.

Use blood as water and bones as sand.

Click!

The bright red guillotine rushed out and cut the black-clothed killer in half.

The infected person's body transcends matter and consciousness and is connected to the abyss. It is an incredible existence. The black-clothed killer reorganizes his body in an instant.

The toxin will erode Colin's brain in about five seconds. As long as he can hold on for five seconds, Colin will definitely die.

Colin noticed his confidence in winning.

Waited for ten seconds.

Colin's body was still unresponsive and he did not attack the killer.

"How can it be?"

The black-clothed killer's hands were shaking. No one could help but go into shock in such extreme pain. This was simply impossible.

"I deeply regret it. I am indeed the type who is not very afraid of injections when taking blood for physical examinations."

Click, click, click...

The violent bright red guillotine ran over, directly cutting the walls of the house into pieces, and tore them into pieces together with the black-clothed killer.

at last.

All the blood in the room sank into his shoes, gaining the vision of the black-clad killer.

Sting?

It's really a useless ability, but it may be effective for some weak people.

Colin took out a box from his arms and opened it. This was the deposit given to him by Manatsu Hoshino.

Inside was a metal syringe with an inscription of unknown meaning. Inside the glass vessel was some gray liquid, which was said to be the brain fluid of a madman and contained extremely mysterious power.

There are still too many secrets unknown about Latent Abyssal Syndrome, about all of this, the universe, the celestial bodies, and the so-called gods.

Colin was curious, but not very interested. He had to find a time to return it to her and help her deactivate the locator. He did owe her a favor in Beverly Hills.

Then, he looked at the mess in the room and dialed the front desk on the phone.

"I fell and broke some furniture and needed to move to another room."

"Yes, I will pay for all the damaged furniture and wall repairs."