Latent Syndrome

Chapter 8 8. Weird stories

The pure and flawless wedding dress swayed back and forth, and then stopped abruptly with a hoarse groan.

In the dressing room of the wedding banquet, the walls and floors were all bright red. The bride's face was flushed and she was breathing lightly. She rested her hands on the marble countertop of the washroom and stared at the man reflected in the half-length mirror with complex eyes. She knew him. Less than half an hour.

But the deep guilt was also washed away by the raging passion just now.

He is so handsome and masculine, especially those emerald green eyes that are as breathtaking as gemstones.

"Can I see you again?"

The bride asked as she stared at the man in the mirror who was putting on a belt. His strong, broad shoulders and tall figure were killing people, as well as his shoulder-length black wavy hair.

"I can't guarantee it. After all, the world still needs me to save it. Go to the hall quickly. Your husband should be impatient waiting for you."

Di Wei slapped the bride's ass hard, then climbed up the window and jumped down.

"This is the fifteenth floor!"

The bride hurriedly ran to the window and looked down, but there was no trace of Di Biao at all, nor was there the bloody corpse as she imagined. There was nothing unusual about the bustling streets with normal traffic and traffic.

"Could it be?"

The bride looked up at the hazy dome.

"Oh God, he must be an angel."

The bride bit her lip subconsciously. Everything that happened just now seemed like a dream, but the hot feeling was so real that it enveloped the soul and lingered slowly for a long time.

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Los Angeles metropolitan area, Santa Maria area.

There are many exotic Gothic majestic high-rise buildings, and lingerie advertisements are shown on the huge screen in the square.

The actress's white tube top contains the highest inspiration of the fashion show designer, and the sacred and sexual hints are not inconsistent with the dress on the chest.

Gray drove an inconspicuous black business car, still wearing a jacket, and the brim of his peaked cap was lowered, not wanting to draw attention to his blind eye.

She searched through the intelligence database and found that there were only five orange sports cars of this model in Los Angeles. Since Colin did not remember the license plate number, he could only investigate one by one and use the elimination method.

Finally, it was discovered that a rich man who owned this type of vehicle was missing. All the property and jewelry in the manor were looted, and he should have been killed by Di Biao.

Gray found the car from the Ministry of Transportation's database and checked its driving trajectory. It did pass the convenience store Colin mentioned. After parking in a hotel for one night, it was parked at the department store. In the underground garage of the shopping mall.

And she also found information about the Eastern European girl who was traveling with Di Biao that day. She was a member of a world-touring ballet troupe. She was also listed as missing on the police record and might have been killed by Di Biao.

Gray thinks that Di Bong is not the kind of person who knows how to go shopping, and the person driving the sports car now is probably his subordinate.

If you only kill or capture a few minions, then such important clues will be wasted. You must follow them to investigate, and it is best to find their stronghold.

Gray drove the car into the underground garage and parked it in the corner. She found the orange sports car and used the unlocking device to break open the door. She placed a small device with integrated eavesdropping and positioning that was thinner than paper into the mezzanine of the interior seat and closed it. Car door, check whether the vehicle alarm is triggered during the process. After all, the safety factor of this high-end sports car is still relatively high.

After making sure everything was okay, she returned to her vehicle and sat in the back driver's seat to avoid detection.

During this period, Gray used her mobile phone to check the coordinates of all the "new agents". After there were no abnormalities, she noted the itinerary and purpose to the logistics staff of Section 11. If something unexpected happened to her or died, there were staff who could immediately take action. Follow-up to the incident.

Just wait until noon.

Gray did not relax for a moment and finally discovered two suspicious persons.

Currently, there is no real-time identification method for patients with latent syndrome, and it is impossible to distinguish between ordinary people and infected people.

The two bought a large amount of soap and some kitchen knives. They even used a cart to transport them. The sports car has a rear engine, so the storage tank is in the front.

After the two filled up the rear driver's seat and reserve tank of the sports car, they drove out of the underground garage.

Gray put on headphones to eavesdrop on their conversation. After the sports car was a hundred meters away, she also drove a commercial vehicle to follow them.

After driving for a kilometer, the buildings on both sides of the lane became sparse and sparse, and the direction should be to get on the overpass and enter the beltway.

At this time, the two people in the sports car finally started talking. Gray eavesdropped and recorded the sound, not to leave evidence. Common sense is of no use to these outlaws with super powers, but just so that they can be used repeatedly in the future to find some evidence. Maybe there were clues that were missed at the time.

Judging from their voices, both of them are quite young, about thirty years old.

"I used to dispose of corpses at the beach, but I didn't find it at the time. The corpse was washed back by the waves. When I went to see it a few days later, the guy was lying on the rocks, with only some bones and meat left."

"Then why haven't you been arrested yet? With your brain that can't even multiply, you should be stabbed by your good sister in prison now."

"That's not the point. Later I escaped from prison. The point is what I saw at that time. It turns out that seagulls eat human corpses. They were in groups, as if they were having a party."

"Awesome, I always thought they were just rogue birds."

"You don't know, they can eat soft tissue, and they have a special skill. They can pick up bones and smash them on rocks to eat the marrow inside."

There was a moment of silence.

There seemed to be some weird comparison, and the other person also started talking about strange things.

"Penguins, yes, penguins in Antarctica will rape the corpses of their own species."

"real or fake?"

"It's 100 percent true. It was recorded by scientists and there are documents in the Natural History Museum."

"This is so perverted bro, just like...fuck, just like a human being."

A rather vulgar and vulgar laugh came from the headphones.

Gray, who was following the sports car, was unmoved when she heard these conversations. She hoped to get some key information.

"A fruit knife can be used to stab people. Why did you buy so much soap?"

"It's all Di Biao's idea. It seems that some oil can be extracted and made into explosives or something."

"Di Wei... is a fucking lunatic. I dare say I can't find anyone more perverted than him. Is he really from SCT?"

"He is worthy of his name, brother. Do you know the Butcher? The most powerful infected person in Los Angeles before, who could stop the train. Now he is made into a specimen and displayed in the club for people to see. It was all done by Di Zhu. Except for the backbone of SCT, I didn’t think anyone else could be so strong.”

Gray was a little moved when she heard this. No wonder there was no news about the Butcher Lady.

She wrote down all the useful information in the notebook she carried with her, and now included keywords such as nitroglycerin and butcher.

"In this case, shouldn't we act in the name of SCT? Why would Di Wei give the organization such a strange name, Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association? It's so damn stupid."

"I don't know. Who can understand what Di Wei is thinking? I have heard him mention something. Popular culture turns everyone into a sissy. Ninety-nine out of every one hundred men are testicular cancer patients."

"Do you have testicular cancer?"

"I didn't, what about you?"

"Of course I didn't either."

"Fuck, maybe it's not literal. He wants to say that people nowadays don't have the guts."

"Do you have the guts?"

"Isn't this fucking nonsense? The toughest among tough guys. The people I have killed can equal the turnover of a funeral home for five years."

"Really, sometimes I feel that I am too timid to enter some better-decorated restaurants."

"Fuck, it's really shameless. Once... I kidnapped a rich second-generation girl. When I was about to do something, her father may have agreed to pay the ransom, and she said something Insulting words... academic qualifications, IQ, and poor people, etc. In the end... she didn't stand up, so I killed her and blew the ransom."

"Fuck, you might actually have testicular cancer, that's what I mean."

Gray wrote down the key words. Although he hesitated, he finally wrote six words.

Testicular Cancer Support Group.