"We killed him."

Anchors said miserably.

"But that process wasn't easy. Chris became almost a perfect demon, I don't know what other words could be described.

He got less than ten slashes on his body, his whole body was covered with blood but it was as if nothing happened, we were shocked and couldn't subdue him alone, while on the contrary, he killed a few brothers and sisters, injured more.

Mr. John then carried a pepper spray, a shot that nearly broke his belt. But he still didn't stop, carrying his blood-soaked blade continued to crawl towards us, we can even see the spine connecting his half.

Scarier than…"

Anchors held his breath, the look in his eyes that was vaguely like a nightmare hallucination because of blood loss, reminded him of the terror to the climax.

"He's smiling." Anchors said, "I will never forget, his whole body was covered in blood, his fracture was connected by a segment of the spine, but he was laughing hysterically, until his head was broken into flesh. crumbs."

Cid listened as he threw the burning cigarette butts at the filter. He put a new cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"We thought it was over, but it didn't." Anchors gasped, saying, "Next is another group of Yoshida's.

That time I was not at the scene, only heard that the incident happened during an unloading mission. Yoshida suddenly got into a fight as he grabbed a crowbar and smashed the head of another brother present.

At that time, seven other brothers were killed by him. In the end, he heard that he was shot through several holes by bullets before he finally stopped moving, moreover, he was still laughing until the end.

That's when we realized that things are not that simple. That horrible laugh, it was like an infectious disease. He killed those people and broke their heads to pieces, but he couldn't stop the laughter.

Sure enough, this time, in the past two days, a crazy friend suddenly laughed madly, grabbed a bottle of wine, and smashed it on the head of a person next to him.

Then the next day, there was another person with absolutely no signs of life."

Cid Still calmly smoked, and at the same time did not know what he was thinking.

"We'll all go crazy. These days we all can't help but be careful, each of us has to be on the lookout for everyone around, even the best brothers can't believe it.

We live every day worrying, anyone who just makes a little suspicious movement will be instantly eliminated by the person next to us.

That's right, there's also an unlucky guy who, when suspected of wanting to act, was punched in the face by the person next to him, causing a concussion on the spot. But then we found out he just wanted to get wet."

"Is that so?"

Cid roughly understood the situation. He thought for a moment, then asked again.

"That wanderer, after you kill him, where are the piles of corpses?"

"If you want to find him, you might be disappointed." Anchors gritted his teeth and said, "This one we've already done. We checked his identity and discovered that the name of this unlucky man is called Zenin, an unemployed man in the slums. rat, was evicted by the landlord last month.

The boss didn't allow it, but I went with some brothers to find a place to build human stakes, you know, there are always superstitious people. We all feel haunted by these monstrosities.

So we want to dig him out so we can bury him, maybe we can help.

"And after that?" "Did you dig him out?"

Anchors swallowed.

"Are not." He shook his head, his eyes filled with fear as if he saw the image at that time again.

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His weak breathing became more rapid.

"We found cement piles, but only piles. But nothing, the people inside have long since disappeared."

"OH? "

"I'm pretty sure we didn't remember wrong, that's where we're at, that's the cement pile." Anchors, filled with fear, said, "I tell you this is the truth, it's that Chris.

Maybe he became a ghost, maybe or something else. But he's watching us, he won't let go, until we're all going to kill ourselves almost to no end."

"Sounds good." Cid grinned, "Okay, so next is the last problem. The address of that construction site, your gang headquarters, and the address of your Boss."

Under the pain and fear of death, Anchors directly turned into a question, and a no-question answer could also mutter two villainous sentences.

The desire to survive drives him to know what to say, as to whether he can be torn to pieces by his boss is the latter, preserving life is more important first.

Saying anything bad, Cid finally finished asking the question, relaxed his foot and stepped on the other's chest.

"Very interesting conversation." Cid smiled comfortably.

For some reason, his gentle tone and smiling expression made Beatrix feel like she was talking, the conversation was very fun and children liked it, and if there was a problem that she didn't understand, she would definitely come back next time.

"Oh yes, all you should say is the truth." Cid was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned his head and smiled softly, "Otherwise the next time we meet, I will cut off your other leg."

Anchors was dumbfounded, what did he mean by cutting off the other leg? I didn't break my leg either.

Without waiting for him to think clearly, he only saw that Cid didn't say two words, shot twice, extremely accurate, and splashed his legs with fresh blood. Anchors cried out in agony, under the pain finally fainting.

Beatrix thought for a moment, Cid said if he lied, cut off his other leg, after saying that, he broke his legs with two punches. So what he said about the other leg is

Wow ~ is too cruel (is the most precious part of a man :).

"Long wait." Cid sat back in the driver's seat and started the engine.

He looked at Beatrix and smiled. "How? Don't you feel a little cruel?"

To be honest, this kind of bloody situation did make Beatrix a bit uncomfortable. Although the more stimulating scene is not unheard of, it is nonetheless far from the screen. For students who grew up in peace like him, there were not many opportunities to see blood and gore.

"Rest assured, those guys are not good people either." The driver Cid casually said, "What's even more cruel is that they've done it to other people as well."

"Not this," Beatrix asked, "I just thought, doing so on the street would draw unnecessary attention."

Although this street looks relatively deserted, moreover, because everyone in this bar knows that the people in this bar are not good people, it is not much for someone to interfere in other people's affairs, but creating such a big movement is also good. Maybe it will attract the attention of the security department.

"Unnecessary attention? Security bureau? Haha rest assured." Cid laughs, "This sort of thing is ultimately left to Agent Nine for internal handling."

"So the superiors won't notice?"

Beatrix suddenly felt that these nine agencies are also too dependent, and how tough is it to do so without punishing the consequences?

"Of course you'll notice." Cid took a sip of his cigarette, logically saying, "The critical report claims the cause, writes disciplinary action, demotes or whatever. That's right, it'll give you a good assessment. It's the most boring thing, I have to do it for three days and two nights, every time it makes me sleepy."

You have to work for three days and two nights, so as expected, your superiors also feel that your mental state is not very stable? Beatrix was embarrassed.

"There's no way, I can't help the annoying person, otherwise I would have leveled up early. The old illness can't be changed." He recalled something, "Ah, I didn't. Mention it to you? Why don't I work at the police station?"

"Never mentioned." Beatrix said.

Cid wearing a police uniform in the office looks very young, so it's been a few years.

"Because at that time I couldn't control my old bad habits. At that time, there was a terrible pedophile who was arrested, and when he arrived at the station, he still had an expression on his face as if someone owed him a lot of money. Who's what?"

Cid took a slow breath again, letting out a long breath.

"Then I broke his neck in the interrogation room." He said in fear.

Beatrix: "."

"So naturally I was fired." Cid laughed, although he said that his tone was fired, but it was like he was talking happily, "Until later, when people found out, he became a special person, and then went to Nine agencies..."

He waved some cigarette butts and smiled.

"But it's still good, today these people are considered knowledgeable, they are relatively easy to talk to. The Anchors who answered my question are also positive, the ambulance arrived in time, he should not have died.

okay, no worries."

Beatrix was silent.

:),Should. Redefining the word "Easier to say".

Just now, Beatrix didn't notice their conversation. Anchors' expression when Cid stepped on his chest, can't be said to be zombie-like, it can only be said to be relatively unlucky

Understood in Cid's way, Beatrix judged that there are not many people in the world who are not easy to talk to, because people don't dare.

"Then next, let's organize their group?"

Beatrix overheard the last few questions Cid asked, trying to guess the next step.

"Why go to their place?" "Our mission is to find and destroy the source," he said. According to Anchors' words, eighty-nine percent must have been the vagabond they dumped on the cement pile.

Then, of course, we should investigate the identity of him next, who is in contact with the miscellaneous.

"But regardless, their organization said maybe it would infect many people?" Department of Beatrix asked.

"It's the prevention and control of infection transmission, not ours." Cud shook his head, "our mission is to investigate and execute destruction." This kind of thing just needs to bring the situation up. foxes, natural prevention will find them. "

There is also a special prevention and control department.

"So, want to blockade the city? Beatrix asked.

"Seriously, maybe. But it shouldn't be to that extent this time." Cid said, "According to the current situation, the level of the source of infection is not high, and the infectivity is not strong.

Impulsive infection usually spreads when the negative emotions of the underlying subject are strong, and usually only infects people with dark hearts. The stronger the darkness within, the greater the manifestation.

If unlike the students at his school yesterday, a mild infection may have a brief state of disorder that would soon be able to heal on its own.

So I guess, the disease transmission is mainly between gang members, just control them and their contacts is fine.

Of course, these are all my personal speculations. How the specific situation, see the team's defensive side judgment, has nothing to do with us. "

"All right then." Beatrix thought for a moment, "So about the contraband trade, there's also the matter of cement piles, do you want to report it to the security bureau?"

"Nevertheless, just report it when you remember it. But it doesn't work." Cid shrugged, "This is not the first time that this kind of thing happens, the security department sometimes knows, sometimes it happens. But just like I said just now, it's just more normal than usual everyday.

Moreover, a wanderer disappeared for so long and no one asked, even if he didn't look up, no one would ask. Trust me, there aren't many people in the security department who are happy to take on this kind of work. I came out from there and understood best what kind of people were inside."

Cid throws the ash and gets a new cigarette. Although they had only known each other for a short time, Beatrix had already begun to worry about this senior's lungs.

"Hm..so where are we going next?" "

Beatrix approached the window, letting herself be a little further away from the smoke.

"Go to the cement pile?"

Cud picked up his watch and looked at the time.

"Um, go tomorrow." "It's time to go to work," he said.

Beatrix: "