Chapter 108: The Mental Duo
A few minutes ago.
A helicopter flew rapidly over Naples from outside the city.
"Attention, pilot of the S-76 private helicopter, warning ahead, you have entered a no-fly zone."
"Military air traffic control is in effect in the airspace ahead. Please return immediately."
"Air traffic control?"
"Oh, sorry... I really don't know."
While flying the helicopter towards the city of Naples, Chocrat replied into the radio in a very gentle and harmless tone:
"My boss asked me to come here. Please excuse me. I will be leaving soon."
After a brief exchange, the radio connection was terminated.
That kind of gentle temperament disappeared from Joecrat in an instant, and was replaced by a twisted and evil surging murderous intent:
"Ha ha ha ha…"
"Will you let me return?"
He covered his chest muscles that were exposed due to his fashionable clothes, and his grass-green braids were laughing wildly while his body was shaking violently:
"Idiot! The 'amusement park' is right before my eyes, how can I leave at this time!"
"Air traffic control... hehe."
"You will soon not have time to think about this kind of thing! Hahahaha."
Jocrat smiled morbidly, without any awe for the world's first imperial navy in his smile.
He is a pure murderous lunatic.
As long as he can kill people quickly, he never considers the consequences.
At the age of 14, he claimed to be a volunteer and sneaked into a nursing home. By secretly replacing drugs, diet , and verbal hypnosis, he forced the elderly into a desperate situation step by step.
As an adult, Joecrat, who became a doctor, deliberately diagnosed healthy people as patients and tricked them into being hospitalized for treatment. During the treatment process, he used various means to kill these innocent people one by one.
Later, he joined the Passion organization and gained powerful stand abilities, and his desire to kill became uncontrollable.
"Siko!!"
Joecrat turned his head and showed a perverted smile that was twisted with excitement:
"Do you know the whereabouts of those traitors?"
"not yet."
The young man wearing a diving-style "tights" also showed an expression of extreme excitement.
His name is Psycho, and he was once a patient of Joecrat.
Although Chocrat was not a psychiatrist, it was obvious that Psycho was mentally ill.
He hit it off with Jokrat, who also had a killing habit and was skilled in his business, and was willing to be driven by Jokrat and become Jokrat's assistant... no, to be precise, his pet.
"Jocrat..."
Psycho's eyes widened, his tone as loyal as a dog trying to please its master:
"The exact whereabouts of those traitors is still unclear."
"The latest news is that they may have been seen at a nearby mall a few minutes ago."
"Yeah?"
Jocrat laughed grimly:
"We have to complete the task assigned by the boss... If we still don't know their exact whereabouts..."
"Hahaha... Then I'll just have to kill them all!"
"Dear Boss..."
"These are all sacrifices made for you - 'Youth'!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a humanoid substitute with a strange green body and green and white mold on the surface emerged from around Jokrat.
As soon as this humanoid substitute appeared, countless fungal spores that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye spread out from its body.
These deadly fungal spores were blown out of the helicopter cabin by the wind, like an invisible rain, pouring down on the busy streets.
Soon, the fungus parasitized its first hosts.
Their unwitting actions intensified the growth of the fungus, causing the green fungal carpet to spread across their flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Aaaaaaah!!”
A tragic wail soon rang out from the ground.
The fungus ate away the hands, feet, chests, abdomens and internal organs of the passers-by.
The hosts died in an irreversible manner, their bodies rotting and festering, and their green-haired corpses became a nutrient breeding ground for the proliferation and expansion of fungi.
With the help of the flow of air, more and more fungal spores rose into the air from the corpses and rapidly expanded to farther and wider areas.
Just like that, a few minutes passed...
This area of several kilometers in radius has completely turned into a hell on earth.
Hundreds of people died painfully under the invasion of this green fungus, while on a helicopter in the sky, the culprit was... taking photos and videos.
"Sike, you took the photos, right? You took all of them, right?"
"This is our first time playing like this in a big city. We definitely can't miss this rare opportunity!"
This is also Joe Kratt's hobby:
When killing someone, take a photo of the victim's death and save it to enjoy later.
“I took the picture!”
"Those guys tried desperately to save their lives... It was all captured on film !"
Sai Ke held the camera, his face full of excitement.
“Ohhhh…”
"Very good, very good, very good, very good, very good, very good!"
Jocrat reached out and rubbed Psycho's head excitedly.
He rubbed his head so hard that it looked like he was making beads.
But Sai Ke was used to it.
Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he even hummed with comfort and satisfaction, behaving like a domestic dog enjoying his owner's caress.
However, at this moment...
"Huh?"
Psycho widened his eyes and looked down carefully from the helicopter:
"There's a car on the road below, heading towards us!"
Directly below the helicopter is the core area of the fungal outbreak, which has now become a wasteland with no living people.
And now suddenly a car is driving straight towards this side, obviously...
"Those traitors?!"
Jocrat's pupils shrank:
"I see…"
"They have figured out how to delay the fungus outbreak, but they are still looking for trouble with me?"
When he said this, there was a hint of fear in Joecrat's voice.
He was just a murderer who used sneaky means to kill civilians, but he was never a brave and fearless warrior.
And Li Qing's glorious record of defeating several generals in the Royal Guard since the morning is indeed not to be underestimated.
"Psycho."
After a moment's thought, Jocrat said to Sai Ke with hope:
"You go down now."
"Get rid of all those traitors!"
"Wait until they are all dead, then call me and let me know."
"good!"
Psycho nodded without hesitation.
Jokrat is responsible for long-range poisoning, and Saiko is responsible for close combat killing the enemy. This is their usual tactic.
Soon, the helicopter door was pulled open completely.
The weirdo Saiko, wearing a grass-green "tights", jumped out from the sky more than 100 meters high, with his arms together and his head downward, like a high diver.
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A few kilometers away, on the rooftop of a high-rise building.
Diablo held a telescope and looked far away at the death city area with faint green poisonous fog, and the helicopter that had been hovering in the sky for a long time.
After knowing that Joecrat was about to take action, he looked for a position to observe his movements.
Because Jocrat's "taunting ability" is very strong.
Even if he couldn't kill Li Qing and his group, he could definitely force Li Qing and others who had lost their trace out of the city directly, creating an opportunity for Diablo to take action.
The only downside is...
This scene was so big that even Diablo, who was known for killing people like crazy, couldn't accept it:
"If the mold continues to grow indefinitely, even I standing here will be affected."
"Damn... this mad dog..."
"Does he want to kill all eight million people in Naples?!"
"I asked him to restrain himself, but he didn't listen at all!"
He muttered to himself, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The explosion in the port area of Palermo could also be explained away in collusion with local officials, using lame excuses such as a gas explosion.
But no matter how you look at it, what Jokrat is doing now is a complete bioterrorism attack.
The incident got too serious and even the Passion organization couldn't handle it.
Therefore, from the moment Diablo boldly borrowed Jocrat's power, he had already been planning to kill the donkey after it had served its purpose.
Anyway, he has a good relationship with those "local specialty suppliers" in Central Asia and West Asia.
What those organizations like most is to jump out and take responsibility for the attack, and then kill the attacker, Jokrat, to silence him, and then let those business partners help take the blame. This time, the incident will have nothing to do with the Passion organization.
"When this matter is over..."
"Jocrat, you will die in pain bearing the name of a 'terrorist'!"
Diablo thought so in his mind.
"but…"
Somehow, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart that was difficult to erase once it appeared:
"Can this mad dog...really live till then?"
