Latent Syndrome

Chapter 47 47. Well deserved

Los Angeles, St. Louis District.

Bustling pedestrian streets.

"Hey~"

A little boy of two or three years old, no taller than a person's calf, was pulling on an adult's trouser leg.

"It seems he likes you very much."

The little boy's mother smiled a little and said to the man kindly.

Di Wei's entire face turned dark instantly.

He knelt down, his vicious eyes released a chill, and said to the little boy in an extremely terrifying tone: "There is no Santa Claus in this world. They are all pretended by adults, and the gifts in the socks are also bought with money from department stores." of."

When the little boy's mother heard this, she immediately pulled him back and protected him behind her, with a face full of hostility. She couldn't believe there were such bad people in the world.

Unexpectedly, the little boy was not afraid and stretched out his small hand to pull Di Biao's trouser legs.

Di Wei sighed and clapped his hands in praise.

"Madam, your son is really talented."

Di Wei asked Heath to buy a ten-story ice cream for the little boy.

Heath was speechless, not knowing that Di Bong was having a nervous breakdown again, but he had no choice but to do it.

This time I came here mainly to meet with the elite personnel transferred from the Foreign Expedition Department.

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The French restaurant located on a high-rise building overlooks the cityscape of St. Louis through panoramic glass windows. The dark-colored building with a monotonous repeating circuit board matrix is ​​full of inexplicable solemnity.

The atrium paved with obsidian tiles was particularly solemn, and the jazz band playing made Randy frown.

The dining table by the window was covered with silk cloth, and exquisite dishes were piled up but no one touched them.

Heath did not sit down, but stood beside him with his hands clasped like a sculpture.

Di Wei and Randy sat opposite each other. He never expected that this kind of person would come. Rather than being a macho man, it would be better to say that he was too fierce and even a little perverted.

He was wearing a dark brown elegant gentleman's suit, his tie was also neatly lined, and his dark red round-framed sunglasses with gold rims were extremely fashionable.

The short white hair and faint wrinkles mean that he is no longer a member of the new generation.

"I haven't been here for about fifteen years, and it still hasn't changed much."

Randy first glanced out the window, then took a closer look inside the restaurant, "Have the aesthetics of architecture or interior decoration stagnated?"

Although Di Wei had heard rumors about Randy, if he called him a devil, the devil would lower his head in shame.

That's what the rumors say, and who knows if there are any good actors who might be adding fuel to the fire.

This uncle didn't look like he could fight very well, which made him a little worried. Is this really someone from the combat directory? Logically speaking, he should be a super muscular man like Hercules with explosive muscles.

"Beauty is the enemy of efficiency. Contemporary people value efficiency more than anything else. Fragmented time, fast food restaurants, short videos, and sex communication software are all too damn fast."

"This is really fucked up, and all the trendy items are the garbage of designers with STDs who were injected intravenously. I don't know if I'm an idiot or if everyone else is an idiot, so I wear stolen clothes. I What I’m wearing now was all stolen from the pedestrian street below.”

Di Wei pinched his chin, feeling quite proud.

Perhaps this is indeed the case, but Randy does not understand how this is related to his stealing behavior. Maybe the stealing behavior has given his clothes new value.

"You're very talkative."

He replied calmly.

Di Wei glanced around, then cautiously moved his head forward, and whispered: "Are those legends true? You can read minds and can see where people come from and what kind of work they do in an instant. Can I ask you? Let me see it and open my eyes."

Di Wei remembered that he used to watch some legal columns about mentally ill criminals, and he was mentioned in a few issues. I forgot what the specific content was. In short, it was a show that pretended to be sophisticated, declaring that mental patients are all geniuses and mentally retarded. Theoretical sensationalism.

In short, this uncle is quite capable.

“I’m just taking advantage of my senses.”

"How you dress, how you behave, how moist your skin is..."

Randy wasn't done yet.

"Skin moisture...humidity?"

Di Wei was greatly shocked and repeated it. He felt that it was so mysterious and mysterious that it was a bit too magical.

Randy looked at the woman at the next table and took a deep sniff.

"The pores of the human body expand."

"It is very moist, so it must come from a coastal area, but the moisture is locked inside and the outside is dry. It must be from a high latitude area, such as the Baltic Sea."

"The copper earrings and that unique accessory style, and her accent, well..."

Randy closed his eyes and smacked his lips, as if tasting some food, "I can feel the taste of the fragrant tongue. It is the most fresh, Scandinavian black tea."

Di Wei didn't believe this series of nonsense at all.

"Hello, ma'am, are you from... Scandinavia?"

Di Wei directly stepped forward to ask.

The woman was extremely surprised. She didn't know how Di Zong saw it, so she nodded.

Di Wei was in a trance. This must be so damn amazing.

"Where's that man? The black man in a white T-shirt eating steak."

Di Bong thought that Randy must be playing some tricks, and that he had some skills that he didn't know about. Humans couldn't do this at all, so he wanted to make things difficult for him, because black people were all pretty much the same, and the one he was pointing to now had no characteristics. It can be said that there are no accessories, no talking, and the dress completely blends in with the crowd, and there is no trace at all.

Skin moisture? Are you kidding me? Di Wei still didn't believe in evil.

Randy still took a deep sniff.

"His body is like an engine running all the time."

"It's a pretty hot country, one of the hottest in the world."

"South Africa? No."

"Only island countries with a narrow area can have such strong moisture and the unique salty taste of the Caribbean Sea, well..."

Randy grinded his teeth, as if chewing something, and added: "I can imagine the strong elasticity of those flexible leg tendons."

"He's a Jamaican."

Randy couldn't help it, so he elegantly cut the steak with a table knife and put it into his mouth.

Di Wei stepped forward again to confirm that, as Randy said, he was indeed a Jamacan.

He returned to his chair in a daze.

This is absolutely brilliant.

Di Wei motioned for Heath to take the suitcase to Randy, which contained many targets to be sniped and stacks of cash.

"Fuck, I just want to say...this is amazing."

Di Wei still didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, which made him a little unhappy.

"This level... is still too shallow."

Randy's crimson sunglasses glowed with a purgatory-like blood glow.

"I can smell human brains."

"In fear."

Randy took out a collection of Baudelaire's poems from his dressy suit, then flipped through a few pages and found a passage that he liked very much.

"Pain is the only nobility."

"Neither earth nor hell can corrode it."

"To weave a crown of supreme laurels."

"You have to gather the power of the universe."

"..."

"When you taste the pain of fear in people."

"You can even know what kind of happy or unhappy life they lived."

He closed the book.

"Baudelaire...you are quite classy."

"I still have some things to deal with. You know, my job is the most tiring."

"Please use it slowly. I have already paid the bill. Please excuse me."

After that, Di Wei took Heath and left.

He already knew that this man would complete the task perfectly.

The fiercest hunk, he deserves the title.