Latent Syndrome

Chapter 153 152. The Killing of the Universe

Over the Pacific Ocean.

SCT's private jet flies quickly above the clouds.

According to the flight range, the aircraft cannot directly land in the Freedom Alliance. During this special period, since no route has been applied for, the Freedom Alliance air traffic control department will directly notify the fleet and use modern anti-aircraft rocket launchers to shoot down the aircraft in the coastal area.

Take into account the current situation.

It takes a slight detour, first to Mexico, and then to North America by land. Although it takes a lot of time, it is safer.

Because the plane had already consumed a lot of fuel on the way here, it was not enough to reach the Americas, and it took some time to replenish it.

But now it has arrived in the eastern Pacific and will reach Mexico in a few hours.

The interior of the aircraft is extremely luxurious. The dark brown restrained walls hide many light strips to increase the sense of space. The seats are also strip-shaped leather sofas. There is a kitchen and refrigerator, as well as a separate bedroom.

In addition, they even have their own cook and two underwear show supermodels. They are all wearing bikinis and have unique ribbons hanging on their shoulders. Both in appearance and figure, they are all superb and impeccable.

The cooks on the plane were dumbfounded. They didn’t know what kind of person they were picking up on the plane. Even the SCT summit was respectful. Everything was of the highest standard. They were not doing things for SCT, but as if they were inviting him. Look. Looking at the two supermodels, the cook drooled.

Along the way, Hugo stayed in the room except for eating. He occasionally called them in, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes all night. He envied the cook as much as a cat scratching his head, but he didn't dare to go too far, and he would be killed if he was not careful. Landed.

Perhaps because he was about to arrive, Hugo called the two supermodels in again. The cook took a deep breath and shook his head to regain his consciousness, but he was still busy making desserts.

In separate bedroom.

The two supermodels were extremely speechless, because Hugo seemed to be conducting some academic research, and the workload was a bit heavy. He was writing a study on some mysterious and mysterious spiritual subject, and the content was relatively large, so they had to transcribe what he said by themselves.

Moreover, this man is so magical that he can even multi-task. While he is typing on his laptop, he can also speak clearly and let them copy what he has said.

After struggling for so long.

"It's over, you can leave."

Hugo took the texts copied by the two women, stacked them together, and gave them a hand.

In fact, the two supermodels have no objection to Hugo. Thinking of SCT's instructions, they must satisfy this adult. If they don't do it right, the two of them may end up very miserable.

"It's been so long, I guess we're almost there. Do you really don't want to do anything?"

A supermodel stepped forward to tease Hugo.

And the other one started to show himself.

"Is this so..."

Hugo thought about it in his mind.

"Hey, why did a feather suddenly appear?"

A supermodel said in surprise.

At the same time, two feathers fell on their shoulders respectively.

Then Hugo put the laptop into the box, took a lot of cash, buttoned it, and left the bedroom.

…

In the ultimate fantasy realm, the air is filled with male hormones.

The two women looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. They even forgot how they got here. They only remembered that they were on the plane a second ago.

This is a relatively small house. They are all sitting on a water bed. The windows are covered with gauze curtains, and only the dense pink light shines in.

There are all kinds of props in the room that even they can't name.

Followed.

Two internationally renowned male movie stars walked in from the door, each of them was outrageously handsome, and neither one of them would be the dream lover of a young girl.

"Is there anything we can do for you?"

The two movie stars in white suits bowed and asked sincerely.

They swallowed their saliva. If this was a dream, it would be too real.

…

Outside the separate bedroom.

The cook brought the prepared dessert to Hugo to taste, but Hugo raised his hand and told him to put it aside. He just picked up a glass of brandy and took a sip. He looked at the article in his hand very rigorously with his glasses on, checking whether it was correct or not. Nothing wrong with it.

At the same time, I don’t know what kind of spell Hugo cast on the two supermodels. Even if he left the room, the two women were still heard in the bedroom...

It was different from the disguised delicate voice, but an extremely wild shout.

It was almost dusk.

A standard female flight attendant told Hugo that he would be arriving soon. When she heard the sound coming from the bedroom, her face turned red with embarrassment.

"Mr. Hugo, we will be landing soon. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

the flight attendant asked.

"SCT is forcing you to do things. I will send them a message that you are free from today."

Hugo said calmly.

The flight attendant's eyes widened and she couldn't believe that someone from the so-called combat catalog could say such a thing. Originally, she was a substitute on this flight. The last flight attendant had been tortured beyond human dignity, and the model last time was also tortured. Killed alive, these people are more terrifying than beasts, they are complete monsters.

Sensing her doubts, Hugo sent a text message on his mobile phone without saying a word.

Then within half a minute, everyone on the plane received a message saying that SCT's employment contract had been terminated and no compensation would be paid.

But for them, not to mention compensation, even if it's money, they still want to leave this extremely dangerous organization.

"I really don't know how to thank you."

The flight attendant was a little stunned.

"No."

"It's just a little effort."

he said calmly.

Half an hour later.

The plane successfully landed at the Mexico City Capital Airport. Hugo slowly walked down the escalator with his suitcase. Everyone on the plane watched him leave.

What Hugo didn't expect was that after waking up, the two supermodels actually expressed that they wanted to leave with Hugo. They were completely obsessed with that illusion, and they wanted to experience it again even if they had to sacrifice their souls.

Hugo didn't mind someone helping him carry his suitcase, but what happened next must be quite cruel, and it was not an environment that a woman should be in.

This is the difference between humans and animals.

If an animal needs something, it knows exactly how much and how much it needs, whereas humans do not.

"Desires are seeds, and constant satisfaction will only make them grow faster."

"But desire is not your enemy either."

"Go find a good man, you are free."

After leaving these words to the two women, his figure gradually disappeared at the airport. When he was walking, it was not... his feet were crossing the land.

It was as if the land itself was approaching him, and every step he took seemed to be dozens of meters away.

This vague sense of dislocation made everyone feel dizzy. Within a few seconds, his figure was no longer visible in the huge airport.

"It's so unfathomable."

The pilot did not like Hugo's behavior, even if Hugo saved himself, because he understood that there must be a bloody storm in the land where these people have stepped.

That seemingly calm and desireless figure.

It hides the evil that will destroy the universe.