Latent Syndrome

Chapter 135 134. Scarface

Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy…

Latent disease.

The realm of imagination.

The deep world is projected into the present world.

Spiritual suggestions are transformed into visions.

Beyond matter, beyond ideas.

Thermal energy is converted into mechanical energy…

Countless crawling and clawing bodies howled in despair as they burned, the endless fire made the crisp sound of burning tree bark, and the hissing sounds of countless cortical fats evaporating, and the sounds of adults. Thousands of stacked, intertwined and echoing shouts rushing from all directions seemed to come from a torture chamber.

Echoes, shouts, roars, and lamentations are constantly burning away the fire of karma in the sea of ​​people.

Thermal energy…

Containing endless anger, sorrow, fear, and hatred.

Like making insect specimens, human specimens are pierced by iron thorns through a stable structure and erected on a metal base.

Orchestral music.

Scalpel, forceps, scissors, pliers, tool hammer, spring hook, dilator.

Wire knife roll.

Mechanical energy……

Contains the mechanical energy of self-torture, pain, violence, and killing.

"I must be fucking crazy..."

"Must be crazy..."

Colin murmured twice.

…

Like an alchemist, Violet used an induction cooker to brew a pot of black soup containing snake and frog venom sacs, red prescription psychotropic drugs, and a hodgepodge of unknown plants.

"meditation."

"Open the channel, use flesh and blood as the medium to connect to the deep world, you will fall into a trance, but that is not important, in the trance."

“The will feeds back into truth.”

She said this.

…

Click, click, click...

Colin's arm turned into an enamel bone knife and was directly applied to his own neck. With a click, blood spurted everywhere. The painful red liquid overflowed like a fountain, drenching the entire car seat like a fire sprinkler. A bloody red.

But not even close.

The most important thing is missing.

Johnny was killing people in front, less than a hundred meters away from Colin.

sudden...

Colin stared at the violent scroll in front of him. Perhaps that was Johnny's domain, where he used his will to create the real world and infect the surrounding material.

As if he was possessed, his eyes were empty and completely glazed over, his hands were completely exhausted and he left the steering wheel, and the scene in his eyes began to change.

Functional, productive flesh and blood has replaced the physical body from the perspective of materialistic nature.

People invent things and are invented by things. People operate machines, and machines also shape the people who operate machines.

"Are you a catalyst, an invention, or a useless bubble produced in the experiment?"

"Or maybe all three."

The current noise of poor communication came from the car radio. A few seconds later, disco music came from the car radio. The pixels of the car map display became quite bad, and noise color blocks like DVD cards danced, and then...

A strange insect jumped out, with compound eyes, mouthparts, tentacles, appendages, and a chitinous carapace.

"muti...crown."

Colin gasped for air and began to hallucinate. A hoarse and enthusiastic radio host broadcast from the car radio.

[Dear friends, for your entertainment. 】

【I am honored to introduce to you this person who recently went to hell. 】

[Indiscriminate killer, Colin! 】

Colin's dynamic pixel avatar began to appear on the car screen. Although the picture quality was as blurry as an arcade game from the last century, you could still make out the horrific scars on his facial features and from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. Colin in the picture was grinning.

The road has also begun to change, with a black and white checkered starting line, professional track signage, and red and green stock indexes? Track flag?

There are scattered living dead people holding various protest signs on the street, environmentalism, burning all books to save the forest, animal rights, wanting child labor in Southeast Asia to die rather than crocodiles, LGBTQIAPKD, etc. covering everything in the universe. NGOs, and stockbrokers with greasy hair, suits and leather shoes.

Everyone has a stupid face that makes you want to crush them with tires.

The moment this idea sprouted.

Ahhhh...

The vehicle under Colin...

There was an extremely evil and strange roar that resounded throughout the neighborhood.

They were eight metal blood collection tubes inserted into Colin's arms and spine, continuously collecting blood as power.

Abnormal and ugly blood vessels and tendons wrapped around the entire car body, causing the shell to dent and bulge and deform, turning it into a gorgeous and useless Gothic machine. Four twisted L-shaped exhaust pipes like flying wings sprayed... blood.

The entire car body was burning with blood-red karma fire, and the sound of...fatty human oil crackling and exploding could be heard.

Colin finally heard clearly what that evil roar was. It was not the sound of an engine, but the overlapping cries, shouts, roars, and lamentations of countless people.

It's really like a bloody knife.

Use pain as the driving force, and use the tyranny of the soul to feed back to reality.

Is this the imaginary world? Or the real world?

Colin was a little confused.

But there is no doubt that Colin has his, the chariot.

The host's enthusiastic announcement came from the car radio.

[This competition has finally reached the final stage. 】

[Johnny Francesca, the players who have advanced from other divisions will start the final battle for hegemony. 】

[The rules...that is, there are no rules! 】

[There’s not even a fucking end! 】

[The first person to accumulate 1,000,000 points will win! 】

[Each NGO member killed will receive 100 points. 】

[You can also directly kill another player to win. 】

[Now let everyone be bathed in flames! 】

"Ahhhh..."

Johnny's face was crazy, and his long tongue was flicking saliva, and Colin's profile picture on the screen was grinning. He was so furious that blood rushed to his head, his forehead was covered with bulging veins, and the scorpion tattoo that spread to his face made him look... Even more crazy.

He did not hesitate to pick up the machine gun, reach out of the car and shoot wildly at Colin who was clinging to the back.

"I remember your stupid face, I said, I remember you, bastard!"

Pound pound pound…

It was simply a fixed-point explosion by a strategic bomber. Hundreds of warheads comparable to missiles all exploded on Colin's car, emitting thick smoke with blue electric light, and also exploded...

The blood splattered and the exaggerated amount of bleeding was like using a hydraulic press to crush an elephant. The whole car was like an evil life form.

Although it was blown to pieces, it was able to heal itself.

Colin no longer hesitated. The boots and the accelerator were completely welded together. With the roar of the engine, the speed of the car instantly reached 500 yards. It was not clear whether he was driving a car or a rocket. The scenes on both sides of the street suddenly changed. It turns into a phantom of light, and even if a tire scrapes a pebble, it will take off.

boom!

Colin's car hit the back of Johnny's car hard, flipping him over and flying dozens of meters away. It hit the outer shell of an office building with a loud bang, exploding with a large amount of earth, stone and dust.

Colin also chased after him. When his vehicle passed by, everything was burning with blood-red karma fire, and he could faintly hear the explosion of human fat, as well as the mournful cry.

Buzz buzz...

The white flames burning in Johnny's car were even better. The tires were spinning crazily. It was unimaginable that the exaggerated speed was beyond the common sense of physics. It actually climbed out of the dented building shell, and then drove ninety degrees against the building shell. .

When Colin saw the pillar of the building, he didn't hesitate and ran directly into it. As the tires spun wildly, the entire car began to tilt until it was completely upright. Then he drove up and flew completely vertically on the building.

At the same time, he also took out the submachine gun on the co-pilot, which he didn't like to use very much. The red blood vessels spread all over the gun body, and the muzzle was steaming with howling blood-red fire.

Da da da……

Colin stuck his gun out of the car window, racing against the building on a violent rainy night, shooting like crazy at Johnny above.