Latent Syndrome

Chapter 119 118. The place of reunion

"Where to go next."

Heath drove around the city. Because Di Bong had a mental problem, he just said he wanted to go for a drive, but it was raining outside. You opened one window to let some rain in, and then sat on the other side. He was speechless. If it had been someone else, he would have been slapped away.

But it’s not my own car, so the interior gets wet.

"Ah...I don't know."

"Where do you usually look for women?"

Di Wei browsed around the app store, but couldn't find anything interesting. Apart from Car, Gun, and Ball, there were some card-drawing games, which didn't give him the feeling of being a macho player at all.

Since he had been under too much pressure recently, he was ready to have some fun. Unfortunately, there were really no exciting videos on the website recently, and he couldn't have enough fun, so he had to find a woman.

"Uh... on the street, I guess."

Heath didn't know what to say. The questions Di Biao asked were really confusing.

"Guess it's okay."

"What the hell is that on the street? Answer, you met a woman, hey, ma'am, sorry to bother you, do you want to fuck me?"

Di Wei thought about it carefully and found that he had indeed never found such low-grade goods. Maybe low-grade goods had the fun of low-grade goods.

"Santa Monica Pier, there are a lot of people standing on the street, over there in the harbor area."

Heath actually left some phone numbers, but the people who left the phone numbers were all acquaintances. Di Biao didn't know what kind of tricks he could do, and he might have beaten them to death.

Di Biao's expression looked like he had eaten a lemon. This place name had long been known to his ears. If he thought about it carefully, maybe many cowards had visited it and could not reflect his own personal style.

But think about the opposite.

If you don't even dare to get into this kind of thing, then you are still a man. In Di Bong's subjective consciousness, sex workers may be saving the world. If it weren't for these Marias, I don't know how many low-level men would have to do it. Become a despised criminal.

Without the awareness of sexually transmitted diseases, there is no qualification for pleasure.

Di Wei nodded, thinking this was a motto.

He finally realized that he might also be a weak person. A real man might dare to do anything, but he was still a little short of the mark.

But when a person realizes that he is a humble person, he immediately becomes an immodest person.

The brainstorming made him a little irritable.

"Do you know some...married women?"

Di Wei had to ask this question. People who lack this attribute always feel lifeless.

"No... I know a club, but in exchange, you have to bring someone with you."

Heath said.

Di Wei was shocked and looked at Heath with admiration. What an amazing talent! He is indeed his most capable subordinate, almost impressive.

"Let's go, what's the name of that place?"

Di Wei called to shake people off. He still kept in touch with the woman who was working at the wedding banquet a few months ago.

After Heath said it, Di Wei always felt a little familiar. When he called and asked, it was a damn coincidence that it was actually an industry compiled by SCT. Because it is an illegal organization, those who want to join such a club must You have to pay a high membership fee, and admission involves time consumption, as well as charges for various additional props and services.

The people who appear are all social elites and political figures, which is staggering.

It is simply a huge profit among huge profits. This place is watched by an infected person organization. They will also carefully investigate some customers with weak characters, and then pretend to be outside private detectives, take photos and videos, and carefully blackmail them.

Money keeps coming.

In fact, it is the economic pillar of the SCT Los Angeles branch. It is a very prominent one. It can only be said that it is one of the pillars.

"Let's go and broaden our horizons!"

"Wow..."

Di Wei, on the other hand, had no interest in women at all and just wanted to study and join in the fun.

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The dark night was covered with heavy clouds, and there was not a trace of moonlight.

The heavy rain washed over the entire city, covering the streets filled with gaudy neon lights with rain and fog, making them blurry and dreamy, and bursting into fragmented and wild sounds.

Colin watched the two people enter a retro-Victorian antique building with a total of seven floors, a stone tile spire with a sloping ridge, an arched Renaissance door, and cross windows with finials and railings. The roof, as well as the window sills, have elaborate carvings and the architectural term pediment refers to the triangular gable above the eaves.

He has a double degree in architecture and finance. After working in architecture for a period of time, he found that the level of experience in architecture is no less shallow than that of finance. In the case of the same ultra-high level, the only things to compare are background, qualifications and social networks. Instead of developing commercial housing with no new ideas, it is better to switch to finance.

That's why Colin was barely half a construction engineer, and that's why he was able to be keenly aware of SCT's intentions when he was at the stock exchange.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because the exchange has been exploding for days.

Colin didn't open the windows, parked the car on the roadside, and smoked a cigarette in the driver's seat. He hesitated because he didn't know that this was the SCT's home base, or a certain stronghold. Judging from the appearance alone, It is a very important building that took a lot of thought.

But he couldn't back down.

Surrounded by heavy fog, he cannot resist or change. He must join this violent game that will never be restored.

Even if Liszt didn't say it to himself.

He also learned something from Violet.

Although he is not an infected person, he has connected with the source of the latent disease through the hints of these visions, so he is gradually getting deeper into it, gradually sinking, and resisting the blindness and torture caused by that great power. .

Rumors.

The moment the infected person takes possession of the domain, he will break through the shackles of 3 in a moment, can feel his own destiny, and even be aware of... his destined death.

Many people have already fulfilled it.

What happened when I was injecting cerebrospinal fluid, what I have forgotten, is that my fate?

The abyss of stars, the original chaos.

This feeling of powerlessness against the fate of the universe.

It’s a proven despair.

Suddenly, he made a decision.

If you can't even deal with these despicable characters, how can you deal with the mystery and unfathomable abyss in yourself.

Colin took a deep breath of his cigarette, opened the door and got out of the car. His black double-breasted coat was instantly soaked by the heavy rain, and he threw away the cigarette butt without any quality.

Walk towards this building. If everything goes well, all the bad things in Los Angeles will end tonight.

He stepped through the stagnant water with his heavy boots, splashing water again and again. He stepped up the steps and arrived at the gate of the building. As expected, he was stopped by the gatekeeper.

Because people who come here always bring a female companion, and the person who comes here looks very familiar. It seems that they have seen it somewhere but can't remember it.

"We have a membership system here, please show proof of your relevant consumption records."

The gatekeeper said very responsibly.

Colin just showed his ID as an alliance investigator and wanted to see his reaction.

However, the gatekeeper's psychological quality was quite high and he did not have any overreaction.

"Please wait here for a moment, I want to ask the manager for instructions."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and prepared to dial.

Click, click, click...

Colin grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly, crushing the phone to pieces, including his bones.

Before he could scream, Colin slapped his palm directly on the upper part of the first cervical vertebra. While the carotid artery was ischemic, the violent shaking would also cause the normal functioning of his brain stem, causing him to faint. .

However, Colin thought that he had used too much force. Although he had restrained his strength, it still left terrible congestion and bruises.

But he couldn't control that much anymore and pushed open the door and entered.