Latent Syndrome

Chapter 24 24. Mental illness

In the dark and dark church, the peeling paint clots on the walls look like the shed shells of snakes and insects.

But everything is going on in an orderly manner here. Someone is repainting the walls, bringing in new benches, and repairing leaks with a hammer.

At the same time, Di Wei also used the communion table as a desk. He found the judge's gavel from somewhere and banged it loudly.

The banner of the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association was raised, and SCT's entry into Los Angeles caused a large-scale sensation in the underground world.

Since the emergence of SCT a year ago, the pattern of criminal groups in the entire world has undergone tremendous changes. Countless well-known industry leaders have died violently. All black industries wherever SCT went have been uprooted and annexed.

There are even such rumors in the underground world. Since entering the information age, electronic surveillance and identity authentication have suppressed all crimes without a trace, and the golden age of the red sea of ​​the industry has gone forever.

But as long as you follow SCT, SCT will suddenly open up a red sea. This is the era of revival for all downtrodden people.

All the criminals in Luo City who could be imprisoned came to surrender one after another.

SCT does not only require people infected with latent disease. Even an ordinary person can scare hundreds of ordinary people to wet their pants by giving him a gun or even a knife.

The church was in full swing, and Di Bong was supervising the progress of the repairs while conducting recruitment work.

"Do you have a coffee machine and an oven? A mutual aid club without coffee and cookies can't be called a mutual aid club. We still need to buy some mugs. I don't want no gifts to be given out when someone successfully explodes or kills someone important. "

Di Wei banged the gavel loudly, making an extremely noisy sound.

"BOSS, you should hire an accountant. We don't have a public account, and all of this requires money. The money you gave me last time has been used up to buy cars and weapons. After all, we need a lot of money."

Someone whose number of murders could equal the funeral home's five-year turnover reminded Di Biao that although Di Biao took out 30 million last time, it was still not enough for some operations.

"Um..." Di Wei felt that he was very derelict in his duty. He said what he said was very pertinent and constructive, but it was difficult for him to lose face in front of so many outsiders and said: "Trash, are you still a modern person? Do you know how to use it? Goode map?”

Five Years of Sales scratched his head, a little confused, and replied in a daze: "It can be used, but is there any connection between them?"

Bang bang...

Di Wei banged the gavel and shouted loudly: "Isn't there a bank marked on the map? Go get a loan, you idiot."

The five-year turnover was somewhat speechless, and he took a few people to the garage with guns.

The practitioners who came here were greatly shocked. It was indeed SCT, and it was really powerful.

"Sorry everyone, SCT's financial situation is not as difficult as it seems now."

"The funds from the headquarters have not yet been received. By then, the financial resources will be enough to rub the top 100 of the world's richest people on the ground together."

"The application process begins now, who wants to be the first to come?"

Di Wei banged the gavel. There were ordinary people and infected people among these people, but they were not important to him. SCT treated them equally.

When you want to change something, what you need is not your body or your weapons, but your determination.

The manpower is far from enough now. SCT has just entered Los Angeles and needs to recruit a large number of troops.

A bald man with a muscular back and a body covered with tattoos sat opposite the communion table.

"I would like to ask, this is SCT. What does this testicular cancer mutual aid association mean?"

The big man has seen many big scenes and lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. He has seen too many freaks like Di Biao, but he still can't control him.

"That's a good question. This is a very critical question. As one of the top officials of SCT, I have the right to create an independent action department. This department is... the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association."

Di Wei nodded, thinking that his naming was simply an art, comparable to Shakespeare.

"not understand well."

The bald man looked indifferent.

"This is a large-scale public welfare organization dedicated to giving everyone in the world a chance to have sex."

Di Wei replied.

"not understand well."

The bald man looked indifferent.

Di Wei picked up a dagger and spread his fingers on the communion table.

Click, click, click...

He stabbed back and forth between his fingers with the dagger at an extremely fast speed, throwing up some sawdust and cutting off his fingers if he made a slight mistake.

"But...what's the point."

The bald man looked indifferent.

Di Wei's movements stopped abruptly, yes, what's the point of this?

"Do you have the guts? Sir."

Di Wei asked calmly.

"At least I don't have testicular cancer and you should see a psychiatrist."

The bald man answered objectively.

"It seems you are very talented."

Di Wei clapped lightly, cheered, and added: "But you are wrong about one thing. The only person in Luo City who does not need to see a psychiatrist is me."

"You must know Hollywood, right here in this city, they still had creativity and dignity twenty or thirty years ago, but now they are committed to filling the world with love and peace, and trying to erase those who are not at all Thick barriers that can be dismantled.”

"To me, everyone has testicular cancer."

"Those complicated movies have stolen all our culture, identity, and beliefs, adapted them all into fucking mentally retarded heroes, and written them into all kinds of nonsensical and fucked-up scripts full of obscene and pornographic scenes, which has consumed everyone's The sense of identity creates the illusion of a unified world, turning people into cowards and weak, constantly depleting the great will passed down from generation to generation, and making all language and vocabulary pale and feeble."

"Various human characteristics have been erased under these tricks. No one cares about fucking history. No one is interested in fucking books. They just want to play with the idiot AI princess with 3D modeling in the virtual game. The wholesale segment with serious homogeneity..."

Di Wei clasped his hands in vain, moved them up and down with indecent gestures, and continued to add.

"In the end, he created sky-high profits in the factory, and his limbs were atrophied and his brain was damaged, and he was left dead in the wilderness without receiving any pension."

"I can see that you are very talented, you are a talented person."

"But it's not enough."

"That's not classy enough."

"This kind of spiritual feeding is worse than being watched. When the world continues to fill you up, no one needs to worry about what you are thinking. When everyone's imagination has degraded, no one will care about you. The world is a threat."

"We have to be more classy."

"Having enough talent to fight against thousands of troops in an isolated and desperate situation."

"Do you think you still have the guts now?"

Di Wei's mouth felt a little dry as he spoke.

"I don't really understand it...but I think it's fucking cool."

The bald man looked excited.

And Di Wei also picked up the loudspeaker.

"It's okay if you don't understand. I don't understand either. I'll admit that I have a fucking mental problem."

"All we need to know is... we have to have the guts to turn this world upside down."

"This is a support group, a testicular cancer support group."

"Committed to making every person in the world feel kind."

With a pair of longing eyes.

A carnival broke out here.