Yang Feng has finished telling his story, but both the storyteller himself and the other two people listening looked a little depressed.
Mandala had already drank all the wine in the glass.
She put her hands together on the tip of her nose and sighed softly.
Although she had heard this story a long time ago, when she heard Yang Feng again When talking about it, she still felt sad.
"Fan, the story is over, do you have anything to say?"
Yang Feng rubbed his face and broke free from the repressed memories.
"So you turned your guilt for Yang's death into resentment towards the organization."
Fan replied calmly.
"Ha, that's a standard Death Angel answer."
Yang Feng shook his head and smiled.
"So you can't get what you want from me."
Fan's expression remained calm.
"Maybe, it seems that I am still too emotional.
I heard Xiaoman talk about what happened in A-19.
You chose yourself to be the rear.
I thought you and I would be the same kind of people, but now it seems that maybe I was wrong. ” Yang Feng’s tone began to become calmer.
"Originally I just wanted to see you on the way, but I have to admit that your perception ability is very interesting to me, so I was moved.
A treasure like yours should not be handed over to a criminal organization, nor should it be simply Used as a killing tool."
"But I have to admit that I still underestimated you.
I didn't expect that in addition to awakening omniscience, you would also use techniques like overclocking.
Then I knew that I was not qualified to lead you.
But I think you should also know, The organization should not be qualified to control you.
You are a free and independent individual, not a pig or sheep raised by them. " "Aren't you worried that I will leak the secret?"
Fan was a little confused.
Yang Feng smiled calmly after hearing this, "If I would be worried about this, then I wouldn't show up in front of you.
You are a smart man.
I think you understand what I mean."
"It's a completely illogical answer."
Fan said calmly.
"Not everything can be answered with logic.
It's like choosing yourself to be the rear after meeting a lurker in A-19, rather than choosing someone else."
"Let's put these things aside for now.
I wonder if you should give me an explanation, an explanation for why I was attacked by a level 5 lurker."
Fan looked at Yang Feng coldly.
"That was a test, a test that determined whether you were qualified to join us, but I have to admit my fault.
I didn't expect that the lurker's level would be as high as level five.
Originally, even if you failed to pass the test, Man The Torre team that Tuoluo contacted in advance will also arrive at the end to ensure your safety."
"The level 5 lurker was an accident, and your ability to defeat it was even more of an accident.
Therefore, Torre, who was originally responsible for the rescue, could only participate in the cleanup of the mission after you fell into coma."
"Then should I be grateful to you for giving me the honor to participate in your test?"
Fan replied sarcastically.
"I know you won't forgive us easily, and I don't expect you to choose to join us.
But no matter what, at least we met.
This is a beginning.
No matter where it ends up, it is still a beginning."
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Yang Feng explain.
"I would rather end it at the same time as we begin."
Van stood up and walked towards the door.
"Think about those people who died in your hands.
You won't be able to bear it with peace of mind."
Yang Feng said.
"No one can live with peace of mind.
No matter what he has done, you can't, I can't, and no one can."
Fan opened the door and walked out.
The atmosphere in the room returned to depression again, and after a long silence passed, Mandala finally spoke first.
"You shouldn't have come out.
I told you before that he wouldn't accept us easily."
"You are right.
This guy is beyond our control.
His potential is beyond my imagination.
But it is precisely because of this that I want to tell him my story."
"Why?"
Mandala was a little confused.
"We have no way to control him, and the Angel of Death will not have the ability to completely control him.
People like him will not be willing to have everything they have under the control of the organization."
"So this story is a seed, whether he can understand it or not, but this story has successfully taken root in his heart.
One day he will face a similar choice to me, and by that time, this is When this seed plays its role, no matter what choices he makes at that time, this story has already affected him. " "Maybe by then, he will become another me."
Yang Feng's mouth curved.
"Aren't you worried that he will leak the secret?"
Mandala frowned.
"He won't, because he is a smart man.
What can he gain by exposing us?
Will he get the attention of the organization?
No, the organization will doubt him instead, wondering why he is favored by us, and why he can still do it after rejecting us.
Get out alive."
Yang Feng said easily.
"You are such an old fox."
Mandala curled his lips, "In other words, whether he agrees or not today, he has already accepted our influence in a subtle way."
"No, the young man named Jeff is right.
Don't try to understand him.
He hides his true self so deeply that he thinks that is his true heart.
So I am very curious.
When What will happen when this layer of ice completely collapses?"
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes.
"I hope that by that time, we won't be enemies."
Yang Feng murmured softly.
"You seem to know him very well."
Mandala snorted.
Yang Feng chuckled, "He looks a lot like me before, but I wasn't as powerful as him at that time."
"I advise you to leave here early, so as not to injure me later."
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Mandala snorted again.
"I will, but before I leave, I have to meet that guy Fagan.
This smart-ass idiot almost ruined our plan.
The GEF-7 was originally intended to be left to you, but it was This guy used it on Fan without permission."
"Fagan is just a two-faced person.
I advise you to try not to contact him."
"He still has his uses.
I have my own opinion."
Yang Feng shook his head.
Mandala poured herself a glass of wine again, then raised the glass and drank.
In this short period of time, Yang Feng, who was sitting next to her, had disappeared without a trace.
No one knew how he disappeared. , as if no one knew how he appeared.
"Old fox, I hope you won't get burned."
Mandala took a sip of whiskey and narrowed his eyes.
Fan walked aimlessly in the streets of the Angel of Death.
Until now, he is still digesting the story Yang Feng told.
As for whether this story is true or false, Fan can't tell.
Yang Feng's words are almost impeccable, but it is precisely because of this that Fan will be more vigilant.
"Council of Twelve."
Fan murmured softly, and then he shook his head to clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts.
Maybe Yang Feng is right.
The organization does use the transformed people, but the transformed people also gain corresponding benefits in the process.
This is a mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship.
If we simply use captive pigs and sheep to describe this relationship , he couldn't accept it.
And from Fan's point of view, although some of Yang Feng's words resonated with him, he also saw clearly that Yang Feng's so-called grand goal of seeking benefits for the reformed people was just to cover up his innermost desire.
An excuse for revenge.
In his eyes, there is actually no essential difference between the organization and Yang Feng in this aspect.
Moreover, Fan did not intend to inform anyone about Yang Feng's news.
Since Yang Feng was able to sneak in here, it meant that he definitely had an insider within the organization.
With his current identity, no one would believe him even if he said it.
Instead, he might get burned.
Things at this level are beyond the control of a low-level reformer like him.
The organization will naturally solve it, so let it develop. is the best choice.
"Boss" At this moment, a sudden cry came from Fan's ears.
Only then did Fan realize that he had arrived at the door of his house without knowing when.
"Art" Fan looked at Art leaning in front of his house with some confusion.
"Boss, I can't have this."
Art shook the box in his hand.
Fan suddenly smiled softly, and then patted Art on the shoulder.
"You deserve this, and I won't have any use for this."
"How come this is a genetic enhancement fluid?"
Art was puzzled.
Fan shrugged slightly, "This thing is indeed useless to me."
"Don't tell me."
Art suddenly thought of a possibility.
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"The number of my ability cells has exceeded the threshold of three wings."
Fan calmly replied.
Art gave a helpless smile after hearing this, "It seems that I am going to be pulled further and further away."
"Then try to catch up with me."
Fan smiled lightly.
"Boss...can I ask you a question?"
Art suddenly shrank his neck.
"ask."
"Did something happen to you recently?"
"kindness" "I've seen you smile a few times."
Van shrugged, "You'll see more of that later."
In fact, it's not that Fan doesn't know how to smile, it's just that he used to deliberately close himself off.
Smiling was once considered by him to be a sign of weakness, but this is obviously not the case.
Deliberately using coldness to cover up his true emotions is what he is doing.
A sign of weakness.
"Hurry up and inject the strengthening fluid.
I hope that the next time you perform a mission, you will already be a three-winged angel of death."
"Boss" Art had something to say, but at the moment he didn't know where to start.
"Don't think too much, just take what's given to you."
"Don't worry, boss, I won't be dragged down too far by you."
Art nodded seriously.
Looking at Art's disappearing back, there was no emotion on Van's calm expression.
If someone asked him why he gave Art a gef-1, he actually didn't know it himself.
Maybe it was the guilt of killing Art during the duel between A-19 and the alienator, or maybe it was the relief that came from later discovering that it was not the real Art.
Van wasn't going to dwell on what led him to do this, he just wanted to do it, so he did it.
This was the beginning of his attempt to change.
As for what the "Art" that died under his own gun was, maybe it was a Zerg, maybe not, but who cares: