Two days later, in a small town in California, inside a café.

Scott was wearing a dark brown trench coat, raising his slender fingers to rub his sore temples heavily, and his coffee-colored eyes looked at Emile opposite him in a black slim overalls.

This woman ...... He was so timid that he had already regretted coming to her to discuss cooperation.

He said a little irritably, "What I just said is the plan. As for how you think about it, accept it or not, snitch it or not, it's up to you."

Emile pursed her red lips, and her hands kept rubbing to reveal the tension in her heart: "Escape...... Andlos! With people who trust...... In seven days?" She pondered the feasibility of the plan over and over again.

"What if it fails? Oh God! How could you have such an idea! You know better than me that if you fail, you will be disposed of as a real product! As if thinking of something not so rosy, her face became even paler.

Compared to Emile's worries, Scott took a sip of the black coffee very calmly: "What if it succeeds?"

There was a hint of inducement in his tone: "After success, even if you can't find a place with a higher salary than Andros in the future, at least you don't have to do these shady things......"

Amir's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this, and his blue pupils were full of surprise: "I really didn't expect you to be such a loyal dog...... Oh no! I'm amazed that someone like you, who is so dedicated to Andros, would say something like 'shady deed'! "

Scott smiled self-deprecatingly, apparently he hadn't missed the word "loyal dog": "I'm disappointed in my mentor, all, I'm going to get out of here, not to mention ......" His eyes darkened, with a vague helplessness, "If one day the crisis brought about by the biochemical reality really broke out...... So, even if the T-virus is studied, what about the enormous significance of human evolution? I don't have the skills to take on the title of 'Sinner of History'! "

Amir's blue eyes drooped slightly, with a helpless decadence: "We...... He has long been a sinner of history...... There are so many real things that have died in our hands that I can even hear the cries of babies who have been killed by the virus even in my dreams......"

The malice and curses that appear in dreams over and over again, the bloody images that keep coming to mind even if you constantly hypnotize yourself and numb yourself...... Really, fed up with it!

Scott was slightly stunned, looking at the ripples of coffee in the cup: "It's probably too late to remedy it now."

Emile restrained her feelings, straightened the soft hair around her ears, and her expression became calm, and she calmly asked, "Who is the person behind you?" You can get rid of Andros completely if you are so confident! I don't even worry about the hunting and killing of high-level countries and military departments at all! "

If what he says is true and he has the ability to carry out his proposed plan. Then she couldn't help but try to believe this man. These dark days were really not human, and occasionally, even she felt that she was a beast in human skin, and together with another group of beasts, she studied how to eat people, how to kill people, and how to dispose of corpses every day......

That's enough!

Hearing this, Scott hooked the corners of his mouth, but the stiff arc of the corners of his mouth seemed a little cold: "My intuition has always been very accurate!"

Gut feeling...... This man is here to make a joke.

Amir raised an eyebrow: "Just trust intuition will suffer!" It's a shame that you're one of the best researchers in the same period, but I didn't expect you to be so naïve."

Scott ignored her cynicism, raised his hand to beckon the waiter, settled the bill gentlemanly and gave the waiter a generous tip by the way, got up and straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes and looked at her condescendingly: "The person behind me ......"

"Yes—the chosen child of the devil." With that, he left the café, leaving behind a stupid and stunned Amir.

The Devil's Chosen Child......

Devil...... Child?

Amir suddenly remembered the Chinese man who had been zombied, the Oriental woman who was killed after giving birth, and ...... The final biochemical weapon that was just over seven years old.

How so?

Scott...... Actually...... It's just a tiger skin!

She got up uneasily, grabbed the high-end backpack on the side, ignored the thin heels that were more than ten centimeters under her feet, and chased in the direction where Scott left with full horsepower.

At the same time, the seventeenth floor, the Colosseum.

The white boy covered in blood stared at the yellow girl in front of him who was only seven or eight years old with vicious eyes, his bloody five fingers tightly clasped a pitch-black Mitsubishi military thorn, and the deep anger in his eyebrows and eyes was stirred.

No! How could he lose to her! How could he lose to her!

He is a direct assassin within Andros, an underground organization belonging to the high-level military department, and I don't know how many pickles he has handled for Andros in the past few years? of the hook. But just a few days ago, due to the mistake of the high-ranking officials of the branch to which he belonged, he was thrown into this underground real yàn room where the Grim Reaper resided.

I really can't imagine that I worked so hard for Andros that in the end I ended up being a sacrifice in the gladiatorial arena!

He didn't dare to say that his skills were the best, but he was not so bad that he was suppressed by a child to the point where he couldn't struggle...... It's a pity that the impossible really happened.

This lowly Shina man!

He stared at the girl across from him viciously, his eyes fierce like a demon crawling up from hell. Sticking out his tongue to lick the blood from the corners of his mouth clean, he sensed. [,！ It's too cheap to kill this.

He was going to smash her bones inch by inch, and then cut a thousand small holes into her body with a military stab, and when she was dying because of the blood drained, he would treat her with good medicine, and then throw her into the realm of not being able to survive and die......

"Despicable yellow people." He muttered, "I was going to leave you a whole corpse...... I didn't expect you to dare to hurt me, so you can go to hell with peace of mind."

Yun Mo looked coldly at the crazy Caucasian boy opposite, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but there was a tyrannical aura between his eyebrows and eyes, chaotic and dangerous, and the unstable situation made his brain, which was not stupid in the first place, more and more inflexible.

The breath of the trace T virus slowly emanated from the body with the sweat secreted by the other party, and quickly disappeared into the air, but it was still caught by Yun Mo's perception.

Sure enough, another half-finished product that is about to mutate into a zombie......

I saw that the other party's eyes were gradually covered with blood, and the throat had already let out a low roar similar to a beast, and the blood spilling from the wound was infected into a thick black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the face that was originally quite delicate could faintly see the disintegration of the surface layer of the skin at this time......

"Clank!" Mitsubishi Thorn suddenly landed, only to see the other party's pitch-black nails pierce the slightly rotten fingertips, and then the whole body convulsed vigorously, his eyes were white, and large pieces of broken organs flowed out of his mouth.

Yun Mo stepped forward indifferently, reached out to pick up the military thorn that fell to the ground, and looked at the Caucasian boy who was gradually becoming a beast without moving.

His whole body spasmed, his skin quickly turned purple and blackened, and a vague smell of corpses came from him......

Thinking of his previous skills as a teenager, it is not difficult to imagine what his identity was before he was abandoned by Andelos, but even if he climbed to a high position before, what could he do? Now he is just a poor man who has been eroded by the T-virus...... Even if he dies, he will not be able to maintain even the most basic human form in the most humiliating posture!

Holding the pitch-black Mitsubishi Thorn against the other party's eyebrows, her eyes were filled with disregard for dead objects.

"Whew-"

The thorn stabbed straight into his mind, like a sharp knife rushing into tofu, bringing out a disgusting pile of yellow and white tissue. And the other party only had time to let out a shattering roar at her before she disappeared into the empty gladiatorial arena.

It's over...... She pulled out the hard thorn and shook off the slimy slurry on it.

I silently said in my heart: Soon, it's going to be over!