I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 497
Immediately afterwards, that hand seemed to have been corroded by sulfuric acid, its muscles atrophied, its skin festered, and it even made a chi-chi sound.

The guy's last words rang in his ears again, and his breath stopped in vain.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but an indescribable feeling of detachment suddenly hit him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead as if he was weak.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, looking at Zhang Youfu's frail appearance in the mirror.

He was a little worried, just now when he asked Zhang Youfu what was going on with him, Zhang Youfu suddenly raised his head.

How fierce and crazy his eyes are, it's almost like a demon possessed.

The driver's heart skipped a beat, and in the next second, a hand covered with sharp claws clasped his neck like lightning.

It's Zhang Youfu!Zhang Youfu exerted all his strength, and his sharp claws pierced into the driver's flesh.

Then, with a sudden force, he plucked a large piece of flesh from the driver's neck.

Blood sprayed out and splashed on the windshield like ink.

The driver twitched all over and subconsciously covered his neck.

His trachea was also torn off by Zhang Youfu, and his eyes almost burst out of their sockets due to suffocation.

Blood flowed down from between his fingers. On the other side, Zhang Youfu impatiently stuffed the lump of meat into his mouth and chewed it.

The driver sat on the driver's seat for a while, then lost his breath, tilted his head, and died on the driver's seat.

Zhang Youfu went berserk, tore at the driver's body like a beast, grabbed the bloody piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth desperately.

After eating, he regained his strength, Zhang Youfu's atrophied muscles gradually began to recover, and his festered skin became smooth again.

Zhang Youfu couldn't hold his mouth anymore, and the sound of chewing teeth and heavy breathing reverberated throughout the car, which made people unbearable.

On an inconspicuous position of the in-vehicle recorder, a red light spot is constantly flashing.This means that this recorder is always in working condition.

It filmed this scene in its entirety, and transmitted it to the terminal in Mr. Han's office in real time through the network.

Seeing such a cruel scene, Mr. Han was not afraid to laugh back. He copied the video to a mobile hard disk, and then sent it to the bank overnight like a baby, and kept it in the safe he rented.

This is another excuse he can use to blackmail Zhang Youfu, and he is very happy.

For videos like this, there are more than one section on that hard drive.

It is no exaggeration to say that once the contents of this hard drive are released to the public, Zhang Youfu will be ruined.

How could Zhang Youfu, who cherishes his feathers so much, tolerate the damage to his hard-earned reputation in the industry?
Compared with the scheming city mansion, Mr. Han is not a little better than those three dudes.

Zhang Youfu didn't wake up until he ate the driver's body, and then he remembered to remove the recorder in the car.

It's a pity that it was too late, Zhang Youfu looked at the recorder that kept flashing red light, sweating all over his body.

It's over, it's all filmed, the inside of the car is a mess, and the blood has flowed over the driver's ankle.The driver drooped his head, relying entirely on his cervical spine to keep him from falling.

Although he is obsessed with research, he is not an "imbecile" who does not understand intrigue.

He has already guessed to whom the video captured in this recorder will go.

Zhang Youfu sat in the car and calmed down for a while. With trembling hands, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Mr. Han.

The two of them tacitly understood what each other was doing, and the two of them tacitly did not discuss this matter on the phone.

Mr. Han asked, "When will you come back?"

Zhang Youfu responded coldly, "Send someone to pick me up."

"Okay." At this time, Mr. Han was also on his way back to the villa.

After Zhang Youfu hung up the phone there, he immediately called the "cleaner", they are also called corpse collectors in the industry.

Zhang Youfu waited for 15 minutes before a trailer rushed to him.

The back door of the car was pushed open from the inside, and several burly men jumped out of the car with tools in hand. The man in front walked through the door on the driver's seat side. Blood splashed onto the ground, almost soaking the burly man's feet. .

The big man hastily pulled his foot back.

They don't have good faces.

Zhang Youfu remained silent, smoking a cigarette without saying a word.

The trailer later towed the car away, and the rest of them joined forces to clean up the blood on the hallway.

At noon the next day, Mr. Han took care of this matter and spent some money to get Zhang Youfu off the hook.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two sat facing each other on the street. The waiter came to their table with a plate of Tomahawk steak and placed it in the middle of the table.

Zhang Youfu had no appetite, but Mr. Han ate with relish.His appetite was not affected in the slightest by what happened last night.

Zhang Youfu didn't know what was going on in his stomach, and he was always uneasy.

Mr. Han kept praising the tomahawk steak made by this restaurant as delicious, and besides that, he also said some irrelevant things.

Zhang Yufu's patience was gradually worn out by him, and he punched the table hard with a bang.

All eyes immediately focused on him.

Mr. Han raised his head and stared at him without speaking.

Zhang Youfu turned his face sideways, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "Speak to the business."

It was obvious that he was getting impatient.

Mr. Han smiled, picked up the napkin, wiped his mouth, and slowly sat up straight: "This morning, they came to look for me again."

"Huh?" Zhang Youfu looked at him straight.

Mr. Han continued: "They gave me a condition that I couldn't refuse, so I plan to cooperate with them."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that we will jointly establish a biological research institute with them."

Mr. Han glanced at Zhang Youfu's expression, and continued: "Do you know about Bolivia? The second largest poor country in South America, that organization has a great say in that country, and it will be safer for us to set up the research center there than in China. "

"I'm going too?" Zhang Youfu narrowed his eyes.

"In China, as long as you have hands and feet, you can basically eat, and there are fewer and fewer homeless people." Mr. Han lowered his voice.

Zhang Youfu understood what he was talking about.

Developing the Heart of God requires a large number of living people to do human experiments. Mr. Han has to buy those homeless people without household registration information and ID cards from various channels.

Not to mention the risk, just buying homeless is a big expense.

This expenditure could be saved by moving the research center to Bolivia.

Moreover, it was a country flooded with reading materials. With that organization behind their backs doing everything for them, he didn't have to do research in hiding.

Zhang Youfu was not opposed to going to Bolivia, he was just curious, what else did Mr. Han promise them besides the sharing of research results when the other party gave such a good condition?
(End of this chapter)