Latent Syndrome

Chapter 139 138. Funeral

Three days later.

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle.

Neatly, solemnly, and marching in an orderly manner, the heavily armed soldiers were running on the street under the scorching sun, followed slowly by camouflage armored vehicles and military-grade tracked vehicles equipped with heavy firepower.

With the support provided by the Second Section of the Countermeasures Bureau, special compound substances can be filled into ammunition and artillery to cause irreversible damage to B-level or even A-level infected persons.

The more prosperous the area is, the more this is the case and the security is tighter.

Exodus, curfew system.

With the cooperation of the military and police, Los Angeles entered a period of martial law, and all night activities between 10 o'clock and 8 o'clock the next day were strictly prohibited.

At the same time, the procedures for property transfer have become quite complicated. The collapse of the stock exchange has caused the West Coast real estate industry to collapse, and properties can no longer be liquidated.

Banks face the risk of runs.

All banks generate benefits by investing user savings in bonds and lending savings to others.

Only part of the funds will be left to deal with users withdrawing cash. However, as panic spreads like in Los Angeles, the stock and property markets collapsed, and investors from other places also withdrew their capital. Coupled with public runs, many banks were already on the verge of collapse. Regulation can only be implemented by the Free Alliance Savings Bank.

The impact was not only on Los Angeles, but also on Wall Street in Liberty City.

Moreover, the procedures for leaving the city are extremely strict now. You have to pass many inspections and tests, and you have to be quarantined for a long time. Under the impregnable guard of the military and police, it is impossible to leave the city.

They were directly trapped in Luo City, and those who tried to escape directly were also arrested.

There are rumors among the citizens that a major construction project is under way in Shusk District. Military transport trucks frequently pull barbed wire and steel wall coils, perhaps to build an isolation zone.

I don’t know whether it was a detention center where infectious diseases were spreading or some kind of concentration camp. People were suddenly panicked, and various conspiracy theories emerged one after another.

This chain of broken trust has caused many people's thoughts to slowly tilt away from the symbolic realm.

Compare the entire symbolic world to a ship carrying countless people. The closer people are to the edge, the easier it is for them to fall off the ship and sink into the abyss of eternal destruction.

Until today, the spread of panic has finally eased.

It turns out that the mayor of Los Angeles, Jessica's father, was not killed in the plane accident.

Section 11 has long protected it, because the life and death of such a symbolic figure is of great importance, and the itinerary is carried out under perfect protection. He was not the person on the special plane on the day of the accident, but this kind of thing cannot be done. It will be made public.

The mayor who came back from the dead spoke on TV, saying that a highly contagious brain virus had broken out around the world and was infected through the blood. Of course, this is all nonsense. No one knows the specific infection mechanism of Latent Syndrome. It is just for the sake of the overall situation. I don't want to paralyze the city and try to stay on track, so I try to describe the contagion as lightly as possible.

He also said that this kind of brain virus is being used by criminals, so the army had to be deployed, and promised that there would be enough firepower to suppress these people.

This brain virus makes people lose their minds, become violent, and do unreasonable things. Los Angeles is the hardest hit area. Everyone is required to cooperate with the governing agencies, conduct inspections and tests, isolate and control, and no one is left behind to prevent the virus. Further outbreaks.

In his speech, he himself will advance and retreat with all citizens and will never leave Los Angeles until everything is over.

This has obviously encouraged the citizens of Los Angeles to a certain extent. Despite their uneasy mood, everything is going according to plan, at least on the surface.

But people in SCT understand that what happened before was just foreplay, and now it’s time to get serious.

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Motel on the edge of the city.

Because the weather is nice, stressed-out Los Angeles people come here to have fun even in broad daylight.

The street girl who provided services to Johnny and received a slap in the face took a room on the second floor of the hotel.

After she had received several guests, she felt that something was wrong with this bed.

It's not very strong, and it feels weird when you lie on it, as if the filling in the hollow area has been removed.

When she lifted the sheet and tore off the transparent tape that was firmly stuck on it, she found several cuts made by daggers.

When I opened it and took a look.

She was dumbfounded on the spot, as sluggish as if she had been struck by lightning. It took her more than twenty seconds to come back to her senses.

But she was still at a loss, so she had to call her boyfriend to discuss things with her.

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Brazil.

Rio de Janeiro, City of God.

A funeral was being held in a decent cemetery on a certain hill with dense vegetation.

Here you can see the Christ the Redeemer statue in the distance.

There are hundreds of members of the Biker Party wearing suits and ties, but they can't hide the aura of thugs.

The priest was reading a eulogy.

“To dust shall come the things that come from the dust.”

"May the Lord have mercy on you."

“From now on, may the Lord take you to the kingdom of eternal happiness.”

"In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen."

After the priest finished reciting, he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Engraved on the tombstone, Johnny Francesca rests here.

Since Johnny died overseas and there was no body, he could only be buried with his belongings and some collection of skulls of Australians and black people. The coffin contained these, as well as the clothes he often wore and his most recent items. Favorite motorcycle.

Because of Johnny's death, the power of the Speeder Party has also begun to weaken. However, since it is the top criminal force in South America, even without Johnny, the criminal network is already deeply rooted. However, future profits must be provided to SCT. .

"Do you know who killed my brother?"

A blue-haired woman wearing sunglasses asked. She also had a tattoo on her neck, but it was a deer with a half-sided head made of simple lines. The beautiful antlers also spread to the edge of one side of her chin.

The member of the Biker Party took out a reward order with Colin's photo on it and handed it to her.

"You don't have to make confessions to the SCT anymore, I'm here."

She half-knelt down and laid a bouquet of flowers on Johnny's tombstone, looking at Johnny's tombstone with a sigh of relief.

"I told you before that you would be punished for what you did."

"But don't worry."

"No matter who it is, I will definitely avenge you and let you rest in peace."

She said this and then booked a ticket to the Free Alliance.

"Also...can we throw away these skulls?"

She felt a little disgusted and asked the priest, whose legs were shaking non-stop, to leave quickly. The priest also ran away in a panic as if he had been granted amnesty.

"But... this is the strong request of the boss. He said that he must do this when he dies, otherwise he will turn into an evil spirit and come to me."

The members of the Speeding Party said in a daze.

"Now I'm in charge of the motorcycle gang. This is an order. Throw away all these crappy things, as well as these chainsaws, knives and the like."

Although she was very sad now, seeing the densely packed murder weapons next to the tombstone also gave her a headache.

"OK……"

He had no choice but to pack Johnny's favorite killing tools during his lifetime, and every bloody object had a story.

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Los Angeles, Montgomery District, a park not far from the Exchange Club.

Due to the murder, the club was quickly closed down.

However, there have always been some strange movements in the past two days. The temperature nearby is quite low, and many people can be vaguely heard crying and howling. They gather together, which is quite disturbing to the people.

Fortunately, that didn't happen today.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Di Wei was wearing lumberjack overalls that he had stolen from somewhere. After zipping up his pants, he looked at the pool of blood peeing on the ground and never wanted to experience "rebirth" again.

He walked out of the revolving slide shed where children played and came to the street, where he found a very spotless blonde beauty.

"Hey, wait."

Di Wei stopped her.

"anything?"

The woman smiled. Although Los Angeles City has been uneasy recently, it is only limited to some areas. The metropolitan area is so large that it takes dozens of minutes to pass through each urban area. Compared with the Hollywood and Santa Maria areas, these The people there are a little more peaceful.

"Fuck you?"

Di Wei went straight to the point.

Snapped!

It was just a crisp slap on his face.

"Damn it..." Di Wei was already extremely weak. He covered his face and continued: "Can I borrow a mobile phone to make a call?"

He took out the pocket knife from his overalls pocket and said calmly.

I got my wish and borrowed a mobile phone.

Called Ash.

As a result, the other party scolded her head-on.

"Where have you been these past few days? Don't you know something big has happened?"

Ash's tone was extremely angry.

"Fuck, I got fucking beaten to death, okay."

Di Wei deeply realized that it was time to take it seriously and not let the lives of those brothers who died for him go to waste.

They told the meeting place on the phone.

Di Wei hung up the phone and returned the phone to the woman.

"Are you really not going to give it a try? All the married ladies in Los Angeles have agreed."

Di Wei smiled proudly and nodded, thinking that what he said was quite right, and even gave a thumbs up gesture.

And the woman was so frightened that she ran away.

"It's a bad year."

Di Wei was speechless.