Number, as the first prototype of the Type 7 Cyborg, Fan was given the glorious number 001 by Rafe, and facts have proven that Fan will always be the best among the Type 7 Cyborgs.
"You, you are Brahman, you are Brahman" Rafe's hands were trembling and his tone was the same.
"Yes Doctor, I am Van and I am back."
"Van, Van" Laf Laf burst into tears, and the crystal teardrops left clear water marks on his dirty face.
At this moment, his eyes were no longer empty and blank, but filled with excitement and relief.
"For so many years, I always thought you were dead, but it turns out you're still alive, it turns out you're still alive," Rafe murmured incoherently.
Although Van's appearance today is not exactly the same as that of back then, Rafe still recognized him at a glance.
"Doctor, how could our leader die?
Don't forget that he is your proudest soldier."
At this time, Art also came over with his signature smile.
"You are," Raph's eyes widened, "Art, you are Art, you are not dead, and you are not dead either."
"Haha, my survival is mainly due to your transformation."
Art touched his forehead.
"Wait, where are those city guards?"
Rafe, who was in ecstasy, suddenly woke up.
"Are you talking about the guys who fell on the ground?"
Art grinned and pointed not far away with his blood-stained fist.
"them" "Of course they're all dead."
"Dead" Raph's tone was filled with disbelief, but more of a panic.
"How could you kill them?
If Yang Feng finds out, he won't let you go.
You've caused trouble.
You've caused big trouble.
Leave quickly.
Leave now."
Seeing this, Art spread his hands helplessly, "Doctor, don't worry, our leader will take care of everything.
Let alone Yang Feng, even if he is a member of the Peak Council, the leader will not take him seriously."
The level determined that Raf would not know what the Peak Council was, so he was extremely suspicious of Art's words.
"Now is not the time for joking.
You should leave quickly.
It will be too late later."
Raf's anxiety and concern made Fan's heart warm.
He was one of the few people in the Angel of Death who really cared about Fan.
Brahma must repay this kindness.
"Then it's up to you, doctor, and we'll take you away together."
Fan stretched out his hand and lifted Rafe up on his back with a little force.
"No, no, I will be a burden to you, and I'm dirty.
I stink too much, don't soil your clothes."
Rafe pushed uncomfortably, trying to get off Van's back.
He was already used to his current status. , his natural inferiority made him unable to control himself.
Seeing this, Brahma's heart ached.
The high-spirited doctor back then had now become like this.
Who caused this tragedy?
There was a lot of hatred in his heart for the creator of all this.
"Don't worry, doctor, this is your last day in the garbage dump, starting from now on.
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No one can let you live without dignity like this."
He said these words calmly, and Fan's eyes were full of determination.
Rafe finally stopped struggling, but he couldn't stop the tears from the corners of his eyes.
The scene when he let Van go was clear to his eyes.
He had never regretted it, and the facts proved that he did not need to regret it.
After Fan disappeared for several years, he was able to take a risk and appear in the Angel of Death for himself, which proved that the risk he took for Fan was not in vain.
"Van.
Where are we going now?"
Raph asked, wiping his tears.
"I will take you to a safe place first, and then I will seek justice for you."
Van said, and the next moment, Rafe felt what extreme speed was.
Reach the top of the spire dozens of meters high.
It only took Fan a few breaths.
Rafe hugged Fan tightly in fear.
It was only from this moment that he realized that Fan's strength was completely beyond his imagination.
"Boss, what should I do with the bodies of those guards?"
Art followed, panting.
"Let them fall there, they are more suitable for that place.
Moreover, it is also time to leave a message to our Lord Yang Feng."
With a cold snort, three vague shadows disappeared into the depths of the night. .
The next day.
Playing with an antique musket from the old era, Yang Feng paced back and forth alone in the huge room.
The years left clear marks on his face.
Several years of civil war made his black hair appear white.
There are traces of wrinkles on the originally plump face.
At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that he had encountered something that made it difficult for him to calm down.
Indeed, the news of Yama's defeat has reached the Angel of Death, which makes him, now the supreme general of the Angel of Death, unavoidably anxious.
As an old neighbor for many years, Yang Feng naturally knows the strength of Yama.
Although Yama is far inferior to the Death Angel in its heyday, it is still much better than the Death Angel that was riddled with wounds after the civil war.
And such an organization has actually grown in just ten years.
Captured within days.
The initiator of the war was the Yuanzu tribe.
This was the only news that Yang Feng knew for certain.
Most of the others were speculative.
As for the reason why he was anxious, it was because none of the spies he sent came back alive.
But from another perspective, this may also be good news.
Originally, Yang Feng was still worried that Yama would be ready to attack the declining Angel of Death, and the battle between the Yuanzu tribe and Yama would definitely be a bloody battle.
As the winner, the Yuanzu tribe would be the last to win.
There should be no strength to launch another attack for at least a few years.
Dare to make such a guess is also based on Yang Feng's knowledge of the Peak Council.
Sitting in his position, it is impossible for him not to know the existence of the Peak Council.
Therefore, he knows that the Peak Council will definitely send someone to stop the Ancestral Tribe.
Although the result seems The Peak Council failed, but the Ancestral Tribe must have been severely damaged, because the strength of each of those high-ranking beings was earth-shattering.
While he was thinking, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Mu walked in quickly with a solemn look, leaned over and stopped five steps away from Yang Feng, "Sir, something happened."
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Yang Feng frowned immediately and signaled Mu to continue.
"The bodies of all the guards of the Third City Guard were found in the Nancheng garbage dump this morning."
"What?"
Yang Feng turned around fiercely, and the antique musket in his hand shattered with unconscious force.
"Who did it?"
he asked coldly.
"It's not clear yet, but this incident must be related to Rafe, because the incident happened in the area where he often travels, and he himself has disappeared now."
"Raph is missing."
Yang Feng's brows were already furrowed.
"Yes, there are various signs that someone killed the city guard and rescued him."
"Who the hell is so bold?"
Yang Feng threw the completely broken musket on the ground and shouted, "Check, check it for me."
Mu Wenyan hesitated to speak at first, and then a trace of viciousness flashed through his lowered eyes, "Sir, someone said that he had witnessed General Qiangwei passing by there last night."
"Qiangwei" Yang Feng narrowed his eyes when he heard this name, "I knew that keeping her would be a disaster sooner or later.
I heard earlier that she had secretly met with Rafe many times in private.
I didn't expect that she would dare to do such a thing today.
Catch her for me" "Yes, sir."
Mu nodded respectfully, turned around and left quickly, but at the last moment of his departure, the viciousness of a successful plot was clearly evident on his lips.
"Qiangwei, since I can't get you, then I will destroy you with my own hands.
In the territory of the Angel of Death, if I let you live, you can live.
If I let you die, you must die
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