Latent Syndrome

Chapter 109 108. The First Type of Destruction

Harbor District.

On the rooftop of a high-rise building, turbulent airflow formed a strong wind that blew the hem of a khaki windbreaker.

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

An awning was set up on the rooftop more than 300 meters high. The photographer used professional equipment to record the street scene overlooking the city. Finally, the lens focused on the location of the stock exchange.

"Well... I finally found it."

Di Wei held up the military telescope in front of his eyes and was looking around. Since there were many office buildings nearby, he wanted to conduct a "room check" to see if there were any managers or presidents playing tricks with secretaries in the office. He found enough For more than an hour, I found nothing, and now I finally saw some signs. A man and a woman were sitting very close to each other in a spacious office. Because they were too far away, I didn't know what they were doing.

But Di Wei would rather kill someone by mistake than let anyone go.

"Aren't you pretty good at playing with a sniper rifle?"

Di Wei told the subordinate next to him his request. This subordinate was once a professional killer and was called "Pluto". His appearance was also quite intimidating. He always wore a bulletproof vest, a jungle warfare camouflage turban, and pilot orange goggles. , at first glance, he is a master among masters. Although he is not an infected person, he specializes in the technique. As long as he is given the designated equipment and props containing the technique, he can kill even S-class infected people.

"Uh... Boss, it's too windy here and the distance is very far."

When the killer used a magnifying glass to find the place Di Biao mentioned, he was shocked because a man and a woman in suits and leather shoes were doing evil things on the sofa. Because of the magnifying glass of a sniper rifle, he could see it very clearly.

And Di Biao's order was simply that Speechless and Speechless would attend the memorial service, and Speechless would make him cry.

Di Wei asked him to snipe that room, break some potted plants or furnishings, and give them some color.

"If you hit it, I'll give you 50,000 yuan."

Di Wei believes that there must be a brave man under the heavy reward.

Pluto was speechless and set up a sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop. He lay down and observed that direction with a scope. He used some flags as a reference to feel the downwind direction and approximate wind speed.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

"Hold!"

Di Wei was immediately stunned. It’s not that the killer missed, but it hit the man directly, splattering some blood, and probably hit his leg. He was still alive. In an instant, the two of them separated and started to fight. The woman seemed to be on the phone, probably calling an ambulance or something.

"Awesome, brother."

He put down his binoculars and took a wad of money from his suitcase and gave it to the killer.

The killer accepted the money and had never been so speechless in his life.

"How much progress is there?"

Di Wei asked the photographer why the SCT established a branch in Los Angeles. In addition to carrying out sabotage operations, it also had to consciously build a branch.

"About 40%, there are still a lot of shots needed. The plane attack has been captured in the first few days, plus the collapse of the exchange, and then there is the election campaign, which requires friendly communication with the citizens, as well as some scenes of struggle, and finally we have to usher in the election campaign. The climax ends, can you die by then? Mr. Di Wei."

the photographer asked.

"Hey...don't bully honest people. Although I am gentle by nature, I am the top person in charge of Luo City."

Di Wei didn't expect that he would talk to him like this. The photographer sent from the headquarters was too arrogant.

"No, if you die, you can make it more tragic, as the plot requires."

The photographer responded truthfully.

"Well...I decided to find someone to run for office. I won't go. This plot is too damn scary."

Di Wei was very embarrassed, because the headquarters wanted to make an epic documentary, one that turned ignorance into a tragic and tear-jerking plot, and he could not change the script.

At this moment, Di Biao's cell phone rang, and it was an extremely vulgar and wheezing little yellow song.

The dozen or so people on the rooftop were all speechless. Di Biao always had endless tricks to do.

"What's up?"

Di Wei knew that he would not call him unless it was something extremely important.

After a few words on the other end of the phone.

Di Wei's expression changed dramatically, and his face turned dark instantly.

"I knew these people were unreliable."

"Urgently notify them to evacuate where they need to, without causing greater losses."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. He had long known that these people were useless. During the meeting at the Imperial Crown Building a few months ago, everyone had their faces down and looked like kings of heaven. If something really happened, no one could handle it. , the only function is to help yourself earn some funds, which is quite considerable. There is no need to apply for expenses from the headquarters, and the pressure is much less.

It seems that the Countermeasures Bureau has infiltrated itself much more seriously than imagined, but that doesn't matter. Many capitulation factions are also sending signals to themselves.

Now that the countermeasures bureau has collected intelligence to a certain extent, it has begun to close the network. It has begun to clean up the organizations that were incorporated into the SCT. In just one morning, more than 40 places were affected.

The leaders of the so-called infected organization are only A-level, which is not good enough.

Although the overall combat power was not damaged, it was a heavy blow to the economy.

"Fuck you..."

Di Wei subconsciously kicked the stone sill on the edge of the rooftop. As a result, he felt severe pain in his toes. With so many people watching, he remained silent.

Fortunately, the organization he founded was taking effective actions. Although Di Biao himself couldn't understand what they were doing, it was still a good thing.

But it is ultimately an uncontrollable factor.

Now the time has gradually matured, and I believe this application will not be rejected.

"What do you guys need to do? I'll leave for a while."

After giving the instructions, Di Wei left the rooftop, entered the fire escape, found a hidden place, and entered a series of numbers on the dial pad.

Twenty seconds later.

The call was answered.

"Luocheng Branch, Di Wei, please transfer me to the Foreign Correspondence Department."

Twenty seconds later.

The call is transferred.

"The foreign condemnation document has been signed, you can take a look at it first."

Di Wei took out a cigarette and smoked it.

But the other party seemed to have said something, which made him frown.

"Stop pulling this string with me, okay?"

"I'm about to get fucked to death."

"My place is full of fucking trash. What I want is a macho man, understand? A macho man!"

"Tell your manager, if you still don't agree this time, I'll just resign. I won't do this job B anymore."

"If you want to hunt me down, feel free to chase me."

"Fuck your foreign condemnation department, fuck your summit, fuck you!"

Di Wei was almost furious. It was already very unpleasant for him to not be allowed to participate in the plot design of such a fun thing like making a movie. Now that he was subject to all kinds of constraints, he might as well leave his job in Europe. It was too painful to stay in this poor place. He had had enough. Free League style idiot English.

After the other party was silent for a few seconds, he communicated with the department management.

Gave Di Wei a reply.

All of a sudden Di Wei was in high spirits and no anger at all, even though it was said that he would have to wait a few days because it was difficult to book air tickets recently.

"are you sure?"

"On a basis of ten people."

"And number 11 in the combat catalog?"

After receiving a confirmed answer, Di Wei hung up the phone with peace of mind.

Because the eleventh number in the combat catalog means.

Probably the eleventh most powerful man in the universe.

Di Wei returned to the rooftop.

The wind was strong, making the clothes rustle.

The photographer looked at his watch and saw that the time had come. He concentrated and adjusted the camera to capture this scene.

The sky is gray and dark clouds are pressing down.

"Damn, the world is like a woman, you can't do it directly...but first."

"Some foreplay."

He just finished speaking.

pound!

A loud rumbling sound penetrated the sky, a large amount of earth and rocks were blown away, and a blazing fire storm and dust waves were thrown up. The black billowing smoke spread crazily.

A huge gap was opened in the stock exchange. One side of the lower floor could not bear the internal force from the upper floor and slowly tilted to one side and collapsed.

The building collapsed, shocking the world.

Even standing hundreds of meters high.

You can also hear car sirens rolling in like an apocalypse, and people screaming.

There are also air raid sirens.

"My girlfriend will love it."

The photographer said while recording.

Di Wei was speechless, this guy was playing perverted.