Chapter 200: Brad

Ye Fang noticed a person. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It had been three or four minutes since he walked out of the alley behind the repair shop.

The exit of the alley is directly opposite a building that juts into the sky, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the street are somewhat affected and slightly chaotic.

A young man was walking out of the building, dressed in a neat dark gray suit and carrying a black briefcase, but his stride was not too large, and his expression was a little depressed, he took two steps out, stood under the huge building, turned his head, and looked up at the towering building.

For such a young man, this means the social status and work he needs.

But apparently, this is a loser.

Ye Fang squinted at him for a while, laughed slowly, he looked left and right, and made sure that the computer agents hadn't caught up, before he stepped forward and walked towards the young man.

The other party looked at the building in front of him and was fascinated, until Ye Fang gently patted him on the shoulder, and the young man turned his head in surprise.

Ye Fang smiled: "Ye Fang." ”

The young man bet he hadn't met this man, but out of politeness, he nodded and said, "Bert Bullard." ”

Ye Xiang raised his chin slightly in the tall building behind him, and said with a smile: "Where do you work?" ”

Brad's face flushed slightly, and he said, "I'm here to apply...... But ......"

Ye Fang shook his head and smiled: "I know, I know - those capitalists only have copper-smelling dollars in their eyes, they never see our merits and ideas, and they don't know what kind of wealth they will lose if they give up on us." ”

Bert Blatter also showed a slightly excited look, obviously, Ye Fang's words entered his heart, and young people of this age who "have dreams" are often like this, and often think that they are the king of the world before encountering enough setbacks.

But Ye Fang was about to give him a chance today.

So Ye Fang laughed: "But I'm very optimistic about you...... I am willing to give you a chance to be born above all living beings, to become a feared and terrifying existence in the world, and to trample the inherent social level under your feet...... Would you, willing? ”

Bert was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but take a step back: "You...... What are you kidding, what kind of terrorist organization? ”

Ye Fang noticed that from the crowd on both sides, a man in a black suit and sunglasses dressed as a computer agent was walking in his direction.

After being bitten, it's impossible to get rid of these guys.

And Ye Fang, he is not the kind of person who will use constant escape and evasion to survive these twenty-four hours.

He took a step forward, and the smile on his face slowly turned into a serious look: "Do you think I look like a terrorist organization?" An authentic Asian running a huge underground religious crime ring in the United States – I think you know better than I do that the same opportunities lie ahead, with the brave succeeding and the cowering always standing still. ”

For hot-blooded young people, it is always more useful to talk about the topics of ideal success than to talk about interests.

Sure enough, Ye Fang's words successfully persuaded the lost little lamb named Bert Bullard, and a look of struggle and hesitation flashed slightly in his eyes: "Okay, but you have to talk to me first......

He didn't say this, because when he said the word, Ye Fang had already walked towards him, opened his arms, and embraced this Caucasian into his arms like a first embrace, and Ye Fang's right hand didn't know when there was an extra tube full of blood, and he directly injected this tube of blood into the young man's neck.

Ye Fang whispered in the other party's ear and said, "I give you supreme strength and power in this world. ”

That's a virus.

The young man only responded to Ye Fang's crazy words with a howl of extreme pain, his body bent down because of the pain, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the sentence "What did you do to me" was only halfway to say it and could no longer say it.

This is the T-virus that has been strengthened many times in Ye Fang's body, and although it has long lost its large-scale infectious properties, it can still catalyze a person into a monster.

If Ye Fang is a tumor program in the maternal world, then the virus in his body is the real threat.

The Mother wanted to kill him, undoubtedly penetrating what he could do.

The computer agent was getting closer and closer, and he had already noticed the change on Ye Fang's side and began to shoot.

Bert, who was in the pain of mutation, actually reacted, he raised a hand in the struggle, and caught the shots with the fleshy palm, blood splattered, and the wound began to mutate in an inhuman posture.

Ye Fang, on the other hand, was approaching the computer agent step by step, and he put away the used syringe - there were only three syringes in his storage space, and these things could not be discarded at will without replenishment for the time being.

The sound of gunfire made everyone on the street panic, on the street, whether it was a computer-made NPC or a real human in the virtual world, Ye Fang also had no ability to recognize the code, and there was no way to tell which one was a real human.

He pulled out his gun from this end of the street and engaged in a frenzied exchange with the computer agents that could not hit anyone, but his eyes were watching the panicked crowd.

A big man with tattoos ran past Ye Fang's side, and he stretched out his hand and knocked the other party to the ground.

The big man never thought that such an Asian had such incredible strength, but he was stunned and couldn't make any reaction, he was already overturned to the ground by Ye Fang, and a test tube filled with crimson blood had already been injected from between his neck.

Blood and viruses blended together in an instant.

And Ye Fang didn't even look at it, he held the last blood test tube in his hand and continued to move forward.

Behind Ye Fang, Mr. Bert Bullard's pain reached the extreme, he didn't even notice that the wound on the palm of his left hand where he had been shot was healing at an unbelievable speed, but the healing position left behind a shocking blood-red sarcoma cyst, and he frantically pounded the ground because of the severe pain.

His hands were dripping with blood, and the ground was smashed into a pit by him.

At some point, it seemed as if he had finally recovered from the pain, and his eyes turned a blood-red color that had been in full swing, but he didn't notice it.

He looked at the pit he had smashed into the hard ground, and looked at his hand in disbelief at what was nothing but broken skin and bleeding.

His eyes were full of shock.

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