Latent Syndrome

Chapter 197 196. City of Art

SCT.

External condemnation department.

It's no different from any call center, except there are no windows, a grid of workstations, stacks of documents, calls from all over the world, and return visits from liaison officers.

"Is there any news? Are you sure that woman is Johnny's biological sister?"

The man was in the shadow of the fire escape and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see half of the black officer's uniform that was reflected in the light.

"Minister, you are here... It has been decided. Are you going to send someone to stop Colin? The first department is also looking for scholars who know the inside story of the matter."

"Colin might be doing it too."

Said the blond woman in business attire with a hip-hugging skirt who was responsible for liaising with the foreign condemnation personnel.

"of course yes."

"This man must not be allowed to live."

"But ordinary people can no longer deal with him. He must be a transcendent person who stands at the top of the world."

"Take a look and see who is vacant among the top ten seats in the combat catalog."

The man called the Minister said coldly.

The blonde woman was a little moved, because these people couldn't be dispatched at will. Is this man really so important? Even Hazy... didn't make such a big move.

"The seventh and ninth positions are now vacant."

the blonde woman replied.

"Very well, let Number Nine handle this matter."

"Responsible for all follow-up matters, including air tickets, identity, and funds."

Say it.

The man disappeared into the shadows as if he had never been there.

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Milan, Italy.

The Mediterranean climate makes it quite warm even in winter.

Cloudless, clear blue sky.

"Tick-tick..."

"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."

On the winding streets connected to the mountains, the pedestrian streets paved with bricks, no vehicles passed by, a man was wandering around wearing headphones and humming music in a good mood, stuffing his pockets like a gangster, a little careless.

He was dressed quite casually, wearing a floral shirt that was even a bit old-fashioned, with all kinds of colorful flowers tattooed on it, loose dark brown shorts, and Velcro sandals on his feet.

As for his appearance, he was completely unshaven, his beard had never been shaved, his medium-length brown hair was combed back, and he wore extremely saucy orange sunglasses.

Suddenly the craving for cigarettes came over. I took out the lighter from my trouser pocket, turned it over and rubbed the flint, but it seemed that I was out of oil and the flint would not ignite no matter how I turned it.

He didn't take it seriously, he could just find a random passerby to get angry with.

But this seems to be a residential area.

Swish, swish, swish...

A basin of water poured down from the sky, soaking his whole body. The cigarettes he took out of his arms were all soaked and he couldn't smoke anymore.

He wiped his face and held his hair with his hands. Looking up, he saw a kind-faced old lady who kept saying sorry.

It's really hard to compete with the old man.

Although the headphones were scrapped, they were just a small amount of money, so they were thrown directly into the trash can and continued to wander on the street, preparing to buy new ones.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are soaked, they will dry after walking around.

As he passed the corner of the street, he felt something was wrong. It turned out that the water he had just poured on him had caused the velcro of his sandals to fall off and drag on the ground, causing him to feel uncomfortable.

Just as he knelt down to buckle his sandals, a very on-point, youthful, and stylishly dressed beauty walked around the corner.

If he hadn't knelt down to fasten the buttons, he would have hit him.

However, he didn't realize it himself. When he stood up, he saw the beautiful woman walking by. He was already a little distracted just looking at her back, thinking that it would be great if there was a chance to strike up a conversation.

But he didn't pay attention. At this time, the phone rang. He picked up the phone and saw that it was the SCT External Affairs Department calling.

He pressed his thumb on the answer button, but the touch screen was stained with water and the calibration was not working properly. His click could not be detected at all. It was not until he tried many times and wiped it with the corner of his shirt several times that he successfully clicked on the green button. icon.

"Hello?"

His voice was a little rough.

"Mr. White, this way..."

He didn't even wait for the other party to finish speaking.

It seemed that some house was being renovated, and the noise of electric drills came so loudly that it was so noisy that you couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm here……"

White was about to say something, but was distracted by the sound of the drill.

Just when he was anxious.

Buzz buzz...

A motorcycle drove past very fast, and without any explanation, it snatched the mobile phone from White's hand. This driver was so skilled that he could reach more than a hundred yards away even in this area.

By the time White reacted, the motorcycle had disappeared, and not even the taillight could be seen.

"Tsk..."

White took a deep breath. The phone was a small amount of money, but it contained a lot of important things, including the music he had worked so hard to download, many photos of travel check-ins, and many bundled software.

And my number is not local, so it is difficult to report the loss now.

Why……

White sighed, it didn't matter, he had made a cloud backup or something, it should be useful.

The SCT External Affairs Department called me just now. It must be something very important.

He came to the door of a fruit shop and told the boss that he wanted to make a phone call and pay.

The boss readily agreed and asked him to come into the house.

When White entered.

Hua Hua Hua...

The boss suddenly pulled down the rolling shutter door and took him to a basement.

White was a little confused. It was just a phone call. Is it necessary to come to such a private place? Moreover, the place was pitch dark.

As the boss turns on the basement lights.

He froze in place.

I saw several men tied up with belts in the basement, as well as many strange and wonderful props, such as iron cages, wooden horses, whips, and candles.

There were even chains hanging from the pipes. The chains tied up a man covered in black leather clothes. His face could not be seen. His head was also covered by a rivet-spiked leather sheath. Only the eyes were gouged out and two holes were poked out. , allowing the person in the leather case to see. This scene is a costume that only appears in heavy-duty movies.

Then the fruit shop owner, who was full of anger, set up a camera and said to the man wearing a leather holster: "Baby, you can start eating."

The store owner also took out his rifle and told White not to resist.

When the man in the leather jacket heard the words, the chain around his neck clanked, and he slowly crawled towards White like a dog.

White swallowed.

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five minutes later.

White returned to the street. He was covered in blood, not a drop of which was his own. He looked horrifying.

The dazzling sunlight penetrated his eyes, making him a little dazed.

Wait for the reaction.

Because passers-by saw him like this, they immediately called the police. The police branch happened to be nearby, and the police were dispatched at the speed of light.

All of a sudden, the sirens of police cars kept blaring, and White was surrounded. He was handcuffed and wanted to be taken back to the police station for interrogation.

ten minutes later.

trial room.

Cold metal chairs, interrogation tables, monitors.

White sat on the chair with a blank look on his face, as if he had been struck by lightning, extremely stagnant.

The policeman who interrogated him took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out one, lit it, and took a deep hiss, preparing to give White some color.

White's addiction to smoking relapsed.

"Can you give me one?"

He asked, with longing in his eyes.

"No."

The policeman's answer was simple and clear.