Latent Syndrome

Chapter 94 93. The violent unveiling

Nearly a week passed.

Liszt's injuries have almost healed. When the power has been exhausted and the power is forcibly drawn from another space, the source will be damaged and the recovery will be relatively slower, but as long as he is not dead or suffers irreversible damage, , at most it only takes a month to recover.

In a tavern in the Santa Maria district.

Eugene felt that he had been fooled, because the place where Lister arranged to meet was actually the bar attached to the high-end hotel where he lived. He had driven for a long time to get here, but he only had to get in the elevator and press a button.

She raised her middle finger to show contempt for Liszt, and opened a bottle of fine wine worth four thousand Union coins, asking Liszt to pay for it, even though she hated drinking such wine.

Liszt: "..."

Although it was said to be a meeting between a four-person team, Colin and Heller did not arrive. Heller's phone call could not be reached at all, and Colin was never answered.

Although they have faced life and death together, it is not much of a friendship for the infected, which makes Liszt worry about the trust between the team, especially Heller. He feels that he is a time bomb. If Gray hadn't insisted on it, , Liszt will not fight with him.

In addition, Irina also needs to discuss some things with Colin. Regarding research, considering Colin's current intensity, she has to adopt a gentle strategy.

"You look good."

Liszt's view of Eugene has completely changed. She is a quite terrifying woman. Maybe she has used her ability on him out of interest, but he is not aware of it at all. He only thinks that it is still the real world, but in fact he is already in an illusion. , as long as she wanted to, she could even guide herself out, but the window she actually went to fell directly from here and fell to pieces.

"When did I lose my temper?"

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with this sentence, it’s just that Eugene is purely biased against it.

"This is just flattery. It obviously worked well last time. Well...a new question has arisen. What should I say next time? You can tell me what you want to hear and what happened when you heard it. I can make a table to correspond to the timing, so that all future communication problems will be transformed into a solved problem."

Liszt took out a small notebook from his arms, pressed the ballpoint pen, and it popped out with a click.

"I like to hear you tell me the most. I'm an idiot. Do you understand?"

Eugene also said solemnly.

"Well...does insult make you happy..."

Liszt showed a bewildered expression, and he recorded it matter-of-factly.

"It's not me who's stupid...it's you, yourself!"

Eugene was going crazy.

At this moment, Lister's cell phone rang. It was the default ringtone with no emotion at all. The caller ID was Agent Colin.

Eugene was speechless. As expected of Liszt, the notes were so formal.

Liszt answered the call, and after Colin said a few words, his facial expression changed dramatically, his breathing became much heavier, and he didn't dare to hesitate for a second before hanging up immediately.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Eugene was a little frightened. What on earth did Colin say? It actually made this pervert panic.

"SCT has obtained the mayor's schedule. The mayor will fly back to Los Angeles today. SCT has hijacked a plane and is preparing to collide."

Liszt didn't dare to neglect at all and stared at the sky outside. As he spoke, he dialed the phone to call Gray.

Eugene froze in place. After so long since SCT entered Los Angeles, they finally...

Starting to get serious.

Since it is an affiliated bar of a top-notch hotel, it has a very high floor. It is on the 60th floor, overlooking the scenery of Los Angeles and a more comprehensive view of the sky.

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In the Shusk District, a slaughterhouse employs illegal immigrants at low prices.

One of the directors of this industry received a particularly important customer today and made an acquisition request to the slaughterhouse.

Although the slaughterhouse has made good profits so far, and there are no major problems except for a few problems with the workers, it has been dealt with by the Immigration Bureau and is running smoothly without any problems.

There was originally no reason to transfer it, but the price this customer paid for it today was really too high.

"Is there anything we can do for you so that we can hand over quickly."

The director rubbed his hands and asked. Although some bald heads standing behind him were a bit disturbing, it was normal for a person of this status to have several bodyguards.

"I need a transportation network that can secretly transport the food... no, the meat here to some places, and finally buy some air-drying machines."

Di Wei believes that although it is better to outsource this kind of thing, it must be under one's own control to make people feel at ease.

Transportation network, stealth...

The director couldn't imagine what this man was going to do.

"Your facilities are very complete, and everything from breeding to slaughtering, processing and sorting is very professional. As long as you do these two things, I can add an additional two million for the purchase, and the contract can be signed immediately."

Di Wei said.

"This...may be a little difficult."

The director was somewhat repelled. Although it was just an intuition, he felt that this man was trying to launch some kind of movement. If he got involved, it would not only be a simple matter of money, but he might even be jailed.

Di Wei's expression suddenly darkened, and he noticed his thoughts and said, "What do you think of the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association?"

In fact, Di Wei was very satisfied with this slaughterhouse, and he would take it back even with force.

"I don't know much about these..."

The director was careless and had the urge to see off the guests, but looking at the robot-like bald heads behind him, he felt embarrassed to say nothing.

"Do you know that the world is like a scale?"

"If we rank chaos and order from 1 to 10, 1 represents the most chaotic, which is of course not good, and 10 represents the most orderly, but that is some kind of totalitarianism, so positions 5 and 6 are more ideal. of."

"What do you think the numbers are for the world we live in?"

Di Wei helped the director pick up a pig hair from his suit and blew it away. They stood on the overpass of the breeding area and could overlook thousands of fat pigs below.

"Seven, I guess."

the director replied.

"Really, have you ever heard of gene editing technology? Modern technology can even edit human DNA."

"Appearance, IQ, everything can be edited."

"If this technology matures, I think it will need to be paid. Rich people will be stronger and smarter, while poor people will be thinner and stupider."

"In fact, it's not bad now. Television, media, the Internet, family of origin, you know, can already edit the soul."

"The problem is that almost everyone has similar judgment standards. Even poor people think so. They are obviously in different environments and what exactly causes it."

"I thought about it for a very long time and finally figured it out."

"As long as you don't give them a yardstick to measure it against, they don't even know they're suffering."

Di Wei took out the pistol from his arms.

The director was already frightened and was a little stupid, his legs were shaking.

"Look below, these guys in captivity rank pain and happiness from 1 to 10. Which number do you think they live in?"

Di Wei smiled and asked politely.

"1..., I guess."

The director replied tremblingly.

sudden.

Di Wei started to go crazy without any warning, pointed his pistol at the director's head, and yelled: "Don't guess! I want an exact number! A completely exact! Number!"

The director fell to his knees and immediately begged for mercy. He cried a little and replied in horror: "1! It's 1!"

After hearing this reply.

Di Wei slowly calmed down and said, "It's just that you think so."

He held his chin and pondered for a while, and then continued to add: "They don't think so, you see... They don't want to escape like crazy, they don't have any uneasiness, no fear, they just crawl beside the trough peacefully. Eating the feed.”

"They have no idea they are just..."

"Pigs for slaughter."

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In the high-rise hotel, Liszt and Eugene were completely stunned on the spot, with purgatory reflected in their eyes, looking at the horrifying scene in the sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Passing quickly with a whistling sound.

Accompanied by a shocking loud noise, the glass in the entire city was shaken, and the dazzling flames foreshadowed the ultimate ominous situation.

Two planes.

It hit like that, causing an explosion, and the flaming wreckage began to crash. The city was filled with the screams of the people and the uneasy sirens of the rolling traffic.

Oxygen is exciting.

At an altitude of about 10,000 meters, the plane was hit and about to crash, and the oxygen mask popped out.

Fools wear it and think its meaning is to keep themselves alive.

The wise man has realized that only by inhaling oxygen can he have the courage to accept the fact that he is about to die.