The strongest passerby

Chapter 201 Brad (please subscribe!)

Chapter 200 Brad

Ye Fang noticed a person.

It was three or four minutes after he walked out of the alley behind the repair shop.

And the exit of that alley was facing a building that pierced into the sky, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the street were somewhat affected, causing a little confusion.

And a young man was coming out of that building. The other party was wearing a neat dark gray suit and carrying a black briefcase, but his walking pace was not too large, and his expression seemed a bit depressed. He walked out After taking two steps, standing under the huge building, he 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 obviously, it's a loser.

Ye Fang squinted at him for a while, then smiled slowly. He looked around to make sure that the computer agents hadn't caught up, and then walked towards the young man.

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

Ye Fang smiled and said, "Ye Fang."

The young man bet that he had never seen this man before, but out of politeness, he nodded and said, "Burt Blood."

Ye Xiang raised his chin slightly towards the tall buildings behind him, and said with a smile, "Where do you work?"

Brad's face turned slightly red and he said, "I'm here to apply...but..."

Ye Fang shook his head and smiled: "I know, I know—those capitalists only see dollars that smell like copper. They never see our strengths and ideas, and they don't know what it means to give up on us. What a fortune they will lose."

Burt Blatt also showed a slightly excited expression. Obviously, Ye Fang's words entered his heart. This is often the case for young people of this age who "have dreams in mind". Before setbacks, I often thought that I was the king of the world.

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

So Ye Fang laughed: "But I am very optimistic about you... I am willing to give you a chance to rise above all living beings and become an existence that makes the world fear and frighten you, and step on the inherent social hierarchy... …Do you want to?"

Bert was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help taking a step back: "Are you...are you joking, are you some 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 is almost impossible to get rid of these guys.

As for Ye Fang, he was not the kind of person who would spend these 24 hours in constant running and avoiding.

He took a step forward, and the smile on his face slowly turned into a serious expression: "Do you think I look like a terrorist organization? A true Asian, running a huge underground religious criminal gang in the United States - I think you are more I know better that the same opportunities lie ahead, that the brave succeed and the timid stay where they are.”

For passionate young people, talking about ideals and success is always more useful than talking about interests.

Sure enough, Ye Fang's words successfully convinced the lost lamb named Burt Brad, a trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in his eyes: "Okay, but you have to tell me first ..."

He did not continue to say this, because when he said the word "good", Ye Fang had already walked towards him, opened his arms, and embraced the white man like a first hug, and Ye Fang At some point, a syringe filled with blood appeared in his right hand, and he directly injected the blood into the young man's neck.

Ye Fang chuckled softly in the other's ear, "I will give you supreme power and authority in this world."

That's a virus.

The young man responded to Ye Fang's crazy words with a howl of extreme pain. His body bent down because of the pain, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. The sentence "What did you do to me" only said Half of it can't be said anymore.

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

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

The mother wants to kill him, no doubt it has seen through what he can do.

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

Bert, who was in the severe pain of mutation, unexpectedly reacted. He raised a hand in the struggle, and caught the several shots with his fleshy palm. Mutations.

But Ye Fang was approaching the computer agent step by step, and he put away the needle tube that was used up—there were only three needle tubes in his storage space. Feel free to discard.

The gunshots made everyone on the street panic. On the street, whether it is an npc made by a computer or a real human being in the virtual world, the performance is the same. Ye Fang also has no ability to recognize the code. There is no way to tell which is the real human.

He took out his gun from this end of the street, and engaged in a frenzied exchange of fire with the computer agents, who could not hit each other, but watched the panicked crowd.

A burly man covered in tattoos ran past Ye Fang, and with one hand he stretched out, he knocked Ye Fang to the ground.

The big man never thought that such an Asian had such incredible power, but he was unable to react at all. He was knocked to the ground by Ye Fang. A test tube filled with crimson blood was already drawn from him. Injected into the neck.

Blood and virus merged in an instant.

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

And behind Ye Fang, Mr. Burt Bullard's pain reached the extreme. He didn't even notice that the wound on the palm of his left hand that was shot was healing at an unimaginable speed, but what was left at the healed position was The shocking blood-red sarcoid sac, he crazily knocked on the ground because of the severe pain.

While his hands were dripping with blood, he punched a hole in the ground alive.

Until a certain moment, he seemed to have finally recovered from the severe pain, and his eyes turned blood red, but he didn't notice it.

He looked at the hole he had made on the hard ground, and looked in disbelief at his hand, which was just broken and bleeding.

His eyes were full of shock.

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(End of this chapter)