"Open it for !!!"
With a roar, Xu Feng wielded both fists, smashing open two Half-Step Grandmaster experintal subjects alive.
Even though strength wasn't Xu Feng's strong suit, he was still able to overpower these experintal subjects.
The power was not equal.
Xu Feng couldn't fathom, if the D&E Organization's experintal drugs produced such weak subjects, then what was the point?
In the blink of an eye, amidst the battle, his thoughts kept racing.
Soon, he realized, according to information from the Minister, these experintal subjects seed at their strongest only a Class B Martial Artist out of hundreds of people.
These Half-Step Grandmasters were probably Class B Martial Artists forced to level up.
To directly leap across two major realms and be forcibly elevated to Half-Step Grandmaster, even if possessing only ordinary Grandmaster combat power, it was still acceptable.
Counting the world over, how many possess Grandmaster combat power?
Who needs a bicycle?
Globally, Grandmaster-level combat power is rare, but Class B Martial Artists are plenty!
Those practicing Sanda, Taekwondo, Karate, Jujitsu tricks, Muay Thai, there are plenty.
Combined worldwide, there are easily hundreds of thousands.
If they could slightly elevate the rationality after injecting the drug, then...
Click-click.
Suddenly, tens of thousands of Half-Step Grandmasters with Grandmaster combat power arise.
That strong martial artist aura.
This scene, just imagining it made Xu Feng break into a cold sweat.
The experintal drugs are deeply harmful!
Xu Feng's hands didn't stop, with a heavy punch, he completely knocked down one Half-Step Grandmaster experintal subject.
He watched as its eyes rolled and it fainted, allowing Xu Feng to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Luckily, there was still a way to knock them down, otherwise, that would have been truly disastrous.
Fighting these things, they seed utterly insensitive; if there weren't thods to knock them down, they'd just exhaust him until he died.
"You two, go for the neck, it's a weak spot. Don't hold back, if they're alive, it's their fortune; if they're killed, it's simply bad luck, can't bla us."
Xu Feng said, no longer being lenient.
Wasting all the ti here; if the DE Organization's managent on the rooftop escaped, the Minister would certainly scold them?
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Zhang Beixing was calmly sitting beside the helicopter cockpit at this ti, watching as the two pilots pursued the one ahead.
The distance between the two helicopters was getting closer.
Yet, the targeted helicopter hadn't realized anything amiss.
Sim, the vice president of the Lanbo Branch, noticed the helicopter behind them.
He didn't care, not feeling the least bit embarrassed about fleeing alone on a plane.
His life was certainly more valuable than those underlings, incomparable.
Even the other managent is the sa, though considered high-level within the branch.
In the whole branch, only the president and vice president fully understand all the information within.
The organization's experintal data is classified in levels; many high-level confidential data is only accessible to the president and vice president.
Other managent are only aware of the restricted experints related to their charge.
So, even if Sim, the vice president, doesn't take any managent, as long as he can bring back data to headquarters, he's alright.
Even if he can't be assigned to run a branch, he can still find a place to retire as a wealthy and carefree person.
The organization wouldn't harm him, at most put him under house arrest.
If they kill him, it would be too disheartening; other branch presidents and vice presidents would have major objections.
Thus, Sim was feeling quite relaxed now.
Initially on the rooftop, he was very tense, worried Zhang Beixing might suddenly co up and catch him off guard. Now it was fine, they were already airborne.
Based on current information about Zhang Beixing, there's one detail that amused him greatly with satisfaction.
It's that Zhang Beixing, confident in his strong individual combat skills, never uses firearms.
This point pleased him greatly.
Now at seven to eight hundred ters in altitude, no matter Zhang Beixing's hate, what could he do? Still stuck on the ground, powerless and furious, haha.
At this mont, Sim was in such good spirits, he took out a bottle of red wine from the helicopter's fridge, although it wasn't an exceptionally fine wine.
Normally, he wouldn't even take a sip of this wine, nor even glance at it.
But now, Sim happily popped open the cork, without a wine glass he randomly grabbed a coffee cup and poured himself a drink.
He walked over to the helicopter's door with interest, after fastening the safety strap to the buckle, he opened the cabin door wide.
In an instant, intense wind noise filled his ears.
The wind, the whirring rotor, never stopping.
The fierce wind almost caused him to drop the cup at first, yet he didn't care at all; instead, he raised his coffee cup filled with red wine towards the helicopter trailing them.
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