Latent Syndrome

Chapter 87 86. Good life

Los Angeles metropolitan area, St. Louis area.

An extremely luxurious high-end restaurant, the completely useless nineteen-meter-high ceiling is just to make the nave look more open and grand, with indoor fountains, exquisite sculptures, black baroque style and red silk vertical flags, elegant lights and bands, whether indoors The design and soft decoration design are all top-notch.

As the most well-known and upscale restaurant in the St. Louis area, you may not be able to reserve a seat just by spending money, but also require a certain amount of social connections.

Several city council dignitaries dined there today, along with members of the world-touring ballet company.

Restaurant chef.

A group of people wearing white chef uniforms with gold buttons were busy at work, but these clothes were completely inconsistent with their strong physiques, and were obviously a few sizes too small, like temporary clothes.

And their fierce faces and sinister eyes are completely different from those of chefs, and some of their faces have hideous scars or horrific tattoos.

"Some customers are complaining that the food you cook doesn't taste good. Have you really been a chef before? Serve the food faster and add more seasonings. Those idiots can't eat anything anyway."

Di Bong, who was wearing a chef's hat, looked a little funny. He personally demonstrated how to cook red wine beef stew, pouring in olive oil, chicken essence and parsley crazily.

For this operation, Di Wei carefully selected some people in the organization who had worked in the catering industry. Each one was more powerful than the other, and they were all good players. Unexpectedly, when the operation started, these people were completely useless, and those customers It's really fucking weird that you can really taste the difference.

"But it doesn't mean that the more seasonings, the more delicious the dish will be."

Heath retorted.

"Is curry paste considered a seasoning?"

Terry didn't know the difference between spices and various sauces.

Di Wei was so shocked that he handed over the guidance of the kitchen to Sifu. In the past more than an hour, he was the only one who had served meals without any problems. Di Wei now had a high degree of trust in him.

Because he is an agent, Sifu is proficient in a variety of skills including musical instruments, cooking, and art appreciation, and is fully capable of handling this situation.

Di Wei was extremely regretful. If he had known better, he would not have used methane to knock out the chief chef here. This Italian really has two brushes.

The shooting scene of "It's a Wonderful Life".

The highest directive from the SCT summit ordered Di Wei to use the form of a documentary to show SCT's humanistic care and encourage young people to actively participate in the organization.

The cameraman used professional equipment to shoot at the kitchen, and then pointed the camera at Di Bong's location.

Sensing the camera, Di Wei was a little flustered. He quickly wiped his greasy hands on his apron and put on the friendly look of a middle-aged female yoga instructor with a blessed soul.

"Hey there."

Di Wei pretended to wave his hand, feeling that this was a bit stupid.

"Can you pinch that section just now?"

"Hold."

Di Wei cursed, canceled the awkward back-swing, and continued: "We are going to visit the people in the city council today because they have included the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association on the list of illegal organizations."

"This is really a huge misunderstanding. We did not hold a march, nor did we have any violent activities, or illegally occupied public facilities. The activity room also paid rent. Everyone just got together to solve some troubles and do some things. Crafts, but they unreasonably confiscated the oven and coffee machine, and sealed the activity room.”

"This is Klein. He has been... not doing well lately."

Di Wei waved and asked a very nervous person, who was staring at the note and memorizing lines, to come over, and the camera lens also focused on it.

Xifu stopped chopping vegetables, and was shocked. He didn't know what he was going to do today, because there were not only people from SCT, but also people who didn't know the truth and just participated in the testicular cancer mutual aid group. They just thought it was normal. Those "public welfare activities", unexpectedly got the itinerary of the city councilor, and they wanted to stop them here, but there were so many people around, it was difficult to avoid the ears and eyes, I didn't know if it was too late to send the message now, I'm afraid it was already too late. He had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and send the message to Gray.

The camera focuses on the person reciting the lines.

"Fuck... I don't want the part just now. I don't want the clip where he recited his lines. Are you ready?"

Di Wei patted the man on the shoulder, and he breathed a sigh of relief, made an OK gesture to the camera, and then started performing.

Before joining SCT, this person had dreams of becoming a star. He studied acting and went to Hollywood to audition many times, but was always unsatisfied due to his ugly appearance.

"My wife and I always wanted kids, but we always disagreed."

"I always wanted a girl, but she wanted a boy."

"Just a week ago she had two children, a boy and a girl, both healthy."

"The child with her new husband."

"I... bless them because..."

His throat rolled up when he said this, and he started to cry a little. He forced himself to finish: "Because this is what she deserves."

Di Wei patted his shoulder to comfort him and said, "Thank you Klein for sharing."

Heath was speechless. For the first time, Di Biao did not talk about his crazy theories and made it look like a serious testicular cancer mutual aid group. The SCT summit was such a terrible thing.

"I will discuss it with them next. Everyone... doesn't want to lose this shelter."

After saying that, Di Biao's face turned out to be somewhat sad.

Heath said professionally, "The top 100 actors of the era without you, I threw the magazine into the trash can."

At this time, a member whispered something into Di Biao's ear, and Di Biao took out a pistol from his arms.

"Stop fucking filming and turn it back on later."

Di Wei took off his chef's hat, and several important figures from the city council arrived.

Two minutes later.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three consecutive gunshots immediately plunged the high-end restaurant into panic.

A group of gangsters poured out of the back kitchen, holding machine guns or improvised meat cleavers from the kitchen.

After reporting the situation, Silver was alerted by gunfire and came out of the bathroom, hoping to reduce casualties.

The customers in colorful clothes wanted to escape, but Heath, who was holding a heavy machine gun, blocked the door and put up a CLOSE sign, indicating that it was closed.

The fire escape was also blocked by several gunmen.

After understanding the situation, all the customers squatted down with their heads in their hands, guessing that they had been robbed.

Di Wei clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"I'm sorry everyone, this is filming. The camera can be turned on. You can just have your meal as normal. We just want to talk to some of our beloved congressmen."

After a group of SCT members coordinated the scene, order was restored. Everyone sat in the dining chairs with frightened faces and was at a loss. They had no interest in the exquisite dishes on the table. One of the male customers tried to call the police on his mobile phone.

boom!

Blood splattered, and a big hole opened in his temple. He fell to the ground and died violently.

Di Wei slapped the pistol on the table. This bloody scene made all the female guests scream, and the men in suits and ties were even more afraid to tremble.

"Didn't you say...this is a charity event?"

A young-looking member of the mutual aid association was also a little frightened, not knowing what kind of organization he had joined.

Because SCT and the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association are actually separate, the Los Angeles branch of SCT is full of sensible people, and many of these people who come from activity rooms from various places were just ordinary people who worked odd jobs or were depressed.

Sev frowned, this would only make the situation worse.

As expected, after hearing such a reply, Di Biao's expression became more and more gloomy. He took off his chef's uniform, wearing the khaki windbreaker he usually wore underneath. His vicious eyes were like those of a snake and a scorpion.

"Of course it's a charity event, but many times... we have to eliminate some bad people."

"No one wants this to happen."

"This isn't playing house, kid."

"No one can achieve anything without determination. To gain dignity, you have to play...the killer."

Di Wei sat at the city councilor's table, picked up a knife and fork to cut steaks for the big shots opposite, and placed them on their plates with great care.

"But……"

The young man wanted to say something more.

"Will you shut the fuck up?"

boom!

Silver shot the young man in the arm, causing him to collapse to the ground and howl in pain. Silver knew that if he continued talking, Debo might order everyone present to be shot.

Di Wei glanced at Sifu unexpectedly, but didn't take it to heart. This did require some small lessons.

"Just don't take pictures in this situation."

Di Wei saw that the photographer was still taking pictures.

"Uh... I will edit this, but there are some parts that I want to go back and watch for fun. My girlfriend's hobbies are a bit special, you know."

The photographer said awkwardly.

Di Wei was speechless, this guy was playing perverted.

"Since many new members really don't know what our specific work is, let me demonstrate it next."

Di Wei held the knife tightly and stood up.

Click...

Click...

Click...

He moved very quickly, went around to the back of the dining chair opposite, and cut the throats of several people across from him and bled them out. The red liquid sprayed was all over the dining table, and all the dishes were splashed with impressionistic red ink.

Sifu turned his head and couldn't bear to look.

Only the last congressman who was breathing heavily and a few sobbing ballet members were left on the table, while the other patrons in the restaurant were holding their breath and shaking. The whole nave could hear needle drops, for fear that it would be their turn next. .

"We are just taking back the rights we deserve and overthrowing this... blood-stained imperial throne."

"First of all, you have to tell me where the mayor is now, and I want to express my respect to him. Also, when you go back, don't seal up our activity room again."

Di Wei smelled the smell on the knife.

"Fuck, type AB blood."

he said.

Finding that the atmosphere was too tense, including many new members whose faces were blank, Di Biao felt that he had neglected his duty. In view of the mutual aid association's expansion, he originally wanted to bring some new troops to see the world, because there was indeed no danger in this operation. , but it seems that the aspect of psychological construction has been neglected, leading to overreaction.

Systematic sergeant training is indeed needed, and what is needed are extremely brave and talented people.

He decided to tell a joke to ease the awkwardness.

"Stop crying all over the place."

"There is such a joke."

"The airport in Los Angeles is setting off a gun salute, and the first shot has been fired."

"The wife asked her husband why he set off the cannons."

"The husband replied, because the president is coming."

"The salute went off a few more times, and my wife asked again, what happened? Did the first shot miss him?"

"Hahaha……"

Di Wei held his forehead and tried his best to suppress his laughter, but instead made himself laugh.

And others.

No one could laugh.