Latent Syndrome

Chapter 70 70. Empire

Shusk District.

At night on the impoverished streets, public facilities lack financial assistance. Not only are plastic bags and waste newspapers littered across the street, but the asphalt roads are also full of potholes. On every street, ragged homeless people set up tents or gather together to use iron bars. Barrels were filled with garbage and burned for warmth.

This urban area and the Saint-Louis area are the main areas of activity of SCT. They focus on the people at the bottom and ordinary workers who cannot make ends meet.

In a dilapidated three-story villa, a poster of a David Fincher movie hangs on the wall.

The Testicular Cancer Support Association is conducting a secret operation.

Through many crimes, Sif carried out some sabotage operations, assassinated some key figures, and ransacked some mansions, providing SCT with a large amount of funds for activities. Not only did he win the appreciation of Ash, Di Biao also included him as a member of the parliament. , already have the power to decide some matters.

He has already learned the news that Di Bo is going to attack the mayor, and has informed Gray through Morse code, and he must lurk beside them to obtain further information.

Because more than half a month ago, the SCT mobilized external condemnation personnel to have a confrontation with the Countermeasures Bureau. Both sides were injured, and Di Wei was preparing to infiltrate Luo City in other ways.

Di Wei held a meeting here tonight and said they were going to conduct some team building activities.

"Oh~ hit!"

Di Wei made a strange cry from his mouth. He was playing with the nunchucks, but he was not skilled enough and hit himself on the head with a bang.

"Hold."

He held his head, slammed his nunchucks to the ground, and kicked him several meters away.

Everyone was a tactical black-faced person who could squeeze out ink, but they endured without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, everyone, look over here."

Di Wei clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Everyone here has made great contributions to recent operations, and I think it is necessary to explain to you the focus of the next operations."

"In order to keep up with the times, we must have Internet thinking."

“We must find the differentiated track of the team, discover the vertical areas that different individuals are good at, and be able to respond quickly during the process of interacting with the industry. Through simple reuse of potential energy accumulation and focused play combining points and lines, we must find the red ocean industry. The refinement tipping point enables value transformation.”

Next, Di Wei used a lot of strange words, such as falling, combination punches, and result-oriented.

No one can understand it.

Internet thinking is harmful to people... A member of the parliament sighed secretly.

“I don’t really understand Internet thinking.”

Heath told the truth.

Di Wei didn't know what to say. This man's knowledge was indeed not broad enough, and his usual behavior was simple and crude.

Heath's friend Terry looked around confused, looking like everyone else didn't understand, so he asked, "What is the Internet?"

Di Wei was shocked, this person was even more of a heavyweight.

"It's like the fucking Twelve Oceans. You can't do things with a bunch of coaxing, right? There has to be a professional team with a clear division of labor."

"Next I'll show you, we're going to a plastic surgery clinic to steal some fat."

"Part of it is made into soap, and the waste is recycled. The hamburgers and Cokes they eat are recycled and processed, and then sold to those idiots for bathing."

Then he said in a very poor oriental tone: "If you put a strange person in the way, you should still put a strange person in the situation."

"The rest...you know."

"BOOM!"

"Okay, grab the sheets and pliers, we're going to do something big."

Twenty minutes later.

A parking lot in a remote location in the St. Louis neighborhood.

According to Di Biao's combat plan, a group of people first drove their cars to a designated location in advance to pick up the victims, and then the main thieves rode bicycles to the destination. While doing public welfare exercise, they could also harvest a batch of vehicles.

The guard has been brought down by a member.

Seventy or eighty people stole bicycles in the parking lot. Di Biao took the lead in using a vise to cut off the lock of a bicycle and stepped on it without saying a word.

Others followed suit, pinched it off with pliers and stepped on it.

Perhaps there was a communication problem at the beginning. Some people did not put the bedding in the car, but brought it directly.

"Damn it, I forgot to put the bedding on the pick-up car."

One member used pliers to cut off the bicycle lock, but he did not bring a rope to tie the bedding to the back rack. In addition, the bedding was very large even if it was stacked, making it difficult to use the various constraints.

Most people are normal, only four or five people do such stupid things.

Sif's expression was gloomy, because most of the people in SCT were desperadoes who licked blood from their swords, and some of them had never even studied in elementary school. It was not surprising that they would do such stupid things.

"Hurry up and apply for the Nobel Prize, genius." This made Di Biao speechless. After pondering for a while, he added: "Complaining can't solve anything. This is indeed my dereliction of duty. I lack methodology and have not been able to refine the battle." There are many loopholes, and more actions are needed to refine and find a strong starting point, realize the coupling of team values, and build a strong bond on the critical path."

Some people are secretly complaining, can you please stop the fucking Internet mentality? I don’t know when this damn team-building activity will end.

But there are also many people who enjoy it.

Say it.

Di Wei took the quilt and demonstrated it himself. He put the blue quilt with swans printed on it on his back and tied a knot around his chest like a cloak.

This is how he plans to ride his bicycle to the plastic surgery clinic.

"That'll be fine."

"They all use Goode maps, right?"

"Find the plastic surgery hospital marked previously."

"Group of four."

"Steal all the fat in the fucking city back."

Di Wei had just finished speaking.

"Can I go with you?"

Sif asked.

The eyes of the people around him were all focused on this. The leader of this organization called "Fire Crow" was very eager for quick success, and some of his actions would inevitably arouse hostility.

"Of course, if there's no problem, let's all fucking go, Wow!"

After letting out exaggerated cheers and shouts, Di Wei rushed out of the parking lot on his bicycle wearing a bedsheet, followed by seventy or eighty people who also rushed out on bicycles.

Forty minutes later.

The back entrance of a plastic surgery hospital in St. George's.

Barrels of blue plastic barrels of medical waste are piled inside the barbed wire fence.

Sifu, Di Bo, and two other people arrived at the storage point for medical waste. It was late at night and there was no one around.

Several people got off their bicycles and ran directly over. Di Wei untied the quilt from behind, hung it directly on the blade of the barbed wire fence, and then climbed up along the net. After landing nimbly, he rummaged through the blue plastic buckets. He looked for it and took out bags of white plastic bags containing fat with pollution marks engraved on them.

These bags are quite large, each bag can hold about twenty liters. As Di Biao and others worked in an orderly manner, bags of yellow, red and white fat extracted from the human body were transported outside the wire fence.

Until everything is plundered.

Di Wei turned back to the outside and raised his hands to pick up the last bag of fat. As a result, the bag accidentally caught the blade and broke open a little, and the fat seeped out from the hole.

"Fuck...fuck."

Di Wei cursed twice and tried to seal the hole with his hands, but all the fat got on his hands.

Just when a few people were in a hurry.

A patrolling security officer was walking towards here with a flashlight. Since these medical wastes need to be controlled, someone must guard them.

He had already discovered Di Wei and several others, but Di Wei, who was busy at work, had no time to worry about them.

Silver's heart tightened, but Di Zhu was beside him, and he warned the person that he would expose himself. He quickly crossed his hands and made a prohibitive gesture, and said with his lips that they would kill you.

But the security personnel ignored him at all.

"What are you doing?"

He flashed his flashlight and yelled.

Accompanied by the dazzling light and powerful shouts, Di Biao reacted no matter how busy he was.

"Dammit, get him."

Following Di Wei's order, one of the infected subordinates threw away the last broken bag of fat, and he caught him within a few steps.

Di Wei also took out his pistol and pointed it at his head.

Sifu turned his head and closed his eyes, unable to bear to look.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

Several seconds passed.

Sifu opened his eyes but did not see the bloody scene.

"If you dare to call the police, I will come back and kill you. This is not a joke."

"Also, you should join a testicular cancer support group. Shaking is not a good habit."

It turns out that Di Wei fired an empty gun.

Immediately afterwards, a car drove up. Di Biao and the other two people put all the fat into the trunk and jumped into the car.

As the engine started, Sifu looked at the security guard who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground with complicated eyes. He had peed his pants.

Sifu knew that this kind of madness would only spread like a virus.

He no longer hesitated, got into the back seat, and left with Di Biao.

As white smoke emitted from the car's exhaust port, the group of people drove away.

At the same time, this crazy operation is going on in various plastic surgery hospitals in Los Angeles.