Latent Syndrome

Chapter 129 128. The Wolf of Hollywood

The rooms on the second floor of the motel are extremely cheap in terms of decoration and facilities.

There are no wainscoting, only cracked latex paint coating on the walls, old ceiling lamps, spring mattresses made of iron rods and polyester quilt covers.

Looking into the trash can, I saw a lot of used rubber products.

This reassured Johnny, indicating that this hotel was just like other bad hotels. There was no damn room service. As long as he didn't let anyone come, no one would enter without permission.

In this way, this batch of goods can stay here honestly.

At this moment, various thermal weapons were also in hand. As long as they were strengthened with the vision of the chariot, even the few S-class infected people in Section 11 were not enough. He glanced at those lists. , I have memorized the most powerful key points.

The highest index is only 1.4 or 1.5.

Not a threat at all.

He opened the window and looked outside. It was still raining heavily.

For people with severe latent syndrome infection, not sleeping is not a big deal.

Even for the lowest-level infected person, who can withstand the impact of the abyss without dying, the brain will not have any burden even if it does not rest, but the mind may not be able to withstand it, at the mental level.

But when it comes to Johnny's level, it doesn't matter whether it's material or spiritual.

This place is not suitable for staying for a long time. It is only used to store these compounds. Although the people from the Countermeasures Bureau have not caught up now, they must have used the information network to search for themselves.

He came to the muscle car and called a girl.

Fifteen minutes later.

call……

He let out a long breath.

Then he gave the hunched street girl in the passenger seat a slap on the face, and finally put on the belt.

After casually giving her two large bills, he told her to get out of here.

Braving the heavy rain, he drove the stolen muscle car on the road and turned on the car speakers to play electronic music with strong rhythm.

Johnny didn't know where he was going. Anyway, he just wanted to have a good time and enjoy himself as much as he wanted.

Southern California is a good place. Although there are rumors in South America that the Freedom Alliance is very open, in fact it is not and is only limited to a small area.

Johnny actually knows some history. In many cases, it is just the film industry in big cities, such as Liberty City and Los Angeles, that gives the Liberty Union the illusion of sexual liberation. In fact, hundreds of years ago, the first people to come here were some Puritans. It has had a huge impact on the culture of North America. Although Protestants now completely occupy North America, they still share the same heritage and are very conservative.

Many places even publicize their disapproval of premarital sex, and the number of people who support it is quite large. For example, Gaul is really open. When young women sunbathe on the beach, they will take off their tops to expose themselves to the sun. Johnny, who had been there, knew this.

In short, the young people in the Liberty Alliance almost all have a California dream in their hearts, freedom, openness, and sunny beaches, which can kill people.

They all feel that their hometown is not cool enough and too rustic. As the base of the global film industry, Los Angeles, the West Coast, bands, graffiti, street elements, and movies make people flock to it.

"California Dream! Damn! So fucking cool!"

Johnny immediately changed the car music to California dream.

He sang along to the beat.

Surprisingly, he's pretty good at it.

It's just that the ferocious face and the scorpion tattoo are too scary.

Johnny hit 120 on a road with a 40-yard speed limit, and didn't slow down even when passing the school section.

He knew where he was going to relax.

Southern California is so fucking cool.

Especially for a Grand Theft Auto player like Johnny.

He decided to check in at the Santa Monica Pier first, and then go shopping on the Sunset Strip in Hollywood.

suddenly...

An idea flashed in Johnny's mind, like apocalyptic gospel. He suddenly found the true meaning of his life, and secretly sighed that he was such a fool, why he had never thought of such a brilliant idea so long ago.

Where is Hollywood?

It was a place where many movie stars gathered. The people who lived in Beverly Hills were all big names, international movie stars who were famous all over the world.

Wue...

Suddenly Johnny retched a little.

I'm such a fucking idiot for choosing to eat a freshly cooked steak Wellington and a bunch of sour salad greens.

International movie stars don't go there, and all the street food in the motel comes.

"Hold!"

But thinking of this, Johnny was extremely excited and excited again. If there were any magical uses for the Abyssal Syndrome, endless ammunition might be one of them.

"Hollywood! I'm coming!"

He used the car map and prepared to go to Beverly Hills to open the blind box. He didn't know which lucky person would be broken into by him.

Johnny is the kind of character who doesn't care whether the other person wants it or not.

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An hour later.

Because they are acting separately.

Team No. 02 and Team No. 06 both collect clues alone. If key information is found, they will be notified to join together.

The target was a motel on the southwest edge of town.

Heller thought this was like looking for a needle in a haystack. How could he find so many motels in a short period of time? He had already driven to seven or eight motels and took out his ID to ask the front desk staff but found nothing.

After so many times, she gradually lost her patience. Now she just has a playful attitude and just finds things to deal with. She doesn't know if other people will do the same.

However, he discovered the door to a new world. He thought that the Santa Monica Pier was the largest gathering place for prostitutes in Los Angeles, but he didn't expect that these motels on the edge of the city were no less impressive. They were simply an army of prostitutes.

Now she walked into a motel again. She was not in a hurry to ask the owner, but just stared at some women wearing leather skirts and fishnet stockings on the sofa in the lobby.

And these women were quite interested in Heller, because he looked quite handsome now. One of the women was making indecent gestures to seduce Heller.

Heller had goosebumps all over his body, but considering hygiene issues, he decided not to do it, because he noticed that these women had a lot of needle holes on their bodies, and the viruses in their bodies might be like a fucking biochemical laboratory.

"I'm from the Alliance Investigation Bureau. I'm looking for a man with a scorpion tattooed on his neck and the scorpion tail piercing his face."

Although Liszt also mentioned various features such as hairstyle and clothes, Heller only remembered this one, but it was not bad. This alone made him highly identifiable.

As soon as they heard that Heller was from the Alliance Bureau of Investigation, many street girls immediately shrank and played with their mobile phones.

"There is indeed such a man. I am deeply impressed. I saw him two hours ago."

The cashier at the front desk said calmly.

Heller was shocked. Did he really let himself in? It’s so fucking amazing.

"Which room is he in?"

Heller asked quickly.

"The man has left."

A street girl with slap marks on her face said this. She was quite unhappy with the customer's attitude and behavior.

"how do you know?"

Heller was shocked. He didn't expect that this tattooed man was still thinking about having fun before he left. He had just killed a person from the police station, so he was really leisurely.

The street girl told the whole story. She even told him the license plate number of the car he drove away. Because she had always held a grudge, she secretly wrote it down.

"You have done a great job, honey. You may have saved the entire Luo City. You are the savior."

Heller said so and immediately called Liszt.

The woman standing on the street looked confused.