Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

vampire?

Blade Runner?

David accepted the memory instilled by the system, his thoughts were racing, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Recall what happened to Blade Runner.

Thanks to the improvement of memory, a lot of information instantly appeared in the mind.

Combined with the memory provided by the system, his identity as Tim Keeney is the minion of Dickon Frost, the leader of the vampire radical group, and he works for him.

David quickly understood his current situation.

As far as this identity is concerned at the moment, the biggest threat should come from the leader of the radical vampire faction, Dickon Frost.

Frost may have noticed that he had the idea of ​​betraying him, and was about to take some action against him, such as eating him as blood, and so on.

It doesn't really matter.

David is no longer the ordinary college student in Hell's Kitchen with no accumulation.

Today, he is the chairman of Fisker Pharmaceuticals and works closely with SHIELD or Hydra. Dr. Michael Morbius of the Night, Dr. Curt Connors of the Lizard, and the researcher and creator of the Extremis virus. Aldrez Killian and Maya Hansen are among his employees;

He is also the emperor of New York's underground world, Jin Bin's younger brother, another big leader of the East Coast underground world, underground forces such as Brotherhood and Hand, FBI, city councilors, Senate, governor, judges, prosecutors and other official institutions. who can be used by him;

After being injected with bat serum, he is an extraordinary ability user who has mastered the ability of bats.

In short, David has the capital to turn the tables on anyone.

I don't feel like I'm inferior.

Moreover, judging from the situation in memory, although Dickon Frost has a lot of power, he is not the only one among the vampires.

There are twelve elders in the vampire council, leading the conservative purebred vampires to contend with Frost, who is the leader of the radicals.

Therefore, facing this identity task, he had to change his thinking.

Not dormant, but direct.

Thoughts flashed by, David smiled and looked back into the laboratory.

He could feel that Wesley's heartbeat became more stable.

Everything is moving in a better direction.

……

the next day.

A coffee shop near Empire State University.

David sat on a chair by the window, watching the men and women passing by outside, most of them were full of youthful atmosphere.

At this time, he has another perspective.

The pedestrians passing by, men and women, old and young, all have slightly different smells.

There is always a smell of rust on the bodies of some people.

This is the smell of blood.

Through more careful observation, it can be found that on the back of the neck of these people, there is also a tattoo of a special symbol about half the size of a fuel lighter.

This is a tattoo used to distinguish camps within the vampire group.

There is such a mark on the back of David's neck, which means that he is Frost's minion.

"Minions" describe humans who work for vampires.

David was a little bit intimidated by this kind of thing, and planned to cut off the tattoo on the back of his neck in a short while. Anyway, relying on his own regenerative properties, it would recover in a few minutes.

Da da da!

Familiar footsteps sounded in my ears.

David looked up at the door of the coffee shop. Sitwell, a bald man in a suit, came to the table where he sat and sat down with a smile.

"Really happy to see you again."

Sitwell's smile was like a spring breeze. Although he was bald, it gave him an indescribable sense of affinity.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Gold, slender waist, big waves, all the characteristics of a beautiful woman, the waitress of the coffee shop with white skin and snow, came to the two of them enthusiastically.

"A latte, thank you."

After Sitwell finished speaking, seeing David watching the coffee shop waiter go away, he said with a smile: "She is very beautiful."

"Yes, pretty women are usually dangerous."

David said lightly: "Let's get down to business, Mr. Sitwell, as you can see, Fiske Pharmaceuticals already has successful experience in cross-species gene transfer, but this experience cannot be applied to everyone..."

"that's enough."

Sitwell didn't care.

He did know a lot about the internal situation of Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

It is a fact that bat serum cannot be applied on a large scale due to flaws in the design principle, so I don't think David is lying.

But even so, it also proved the value of Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

"Fiske Pharmaceuticals has proven its worth, and after internal discussions, we are ready to strengthen Fisker Pharmaceuticals' investment."

Sitwell paused and emphasized: "It is mainly manifested in two aspects."

David hummed: "Please tell me."

"First of all, we will mobilize relevant forces to fully reconcile the conflict between Fiske Pharmaceuticals and Osborne. From now on, Osborne will not become a threat to Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

Sitwell's tone was firm: "The reason why I say this is based on what happened last night. I have to congratulate you again, Mr. Fisk."

In this sentence, he changed his address to David and became Mr. Fisk.

Double entendre.

"What about the second one?"

David started lightly, a little carelessly, stirring the coffee in front of him with a spoon.

"The second aspect also concerns Osborne."

Sitwell said slowly: "We promise to do our best to help Fisker Pharmaceuticals swallow Osborne."

David paused, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the bald man in front of him.

He didn't deny his heartbeat.

This is much more exciting than the so-called buying low and selling high in the stock market.

If Fiske Pharmaceuticals can annex Osborne, it will undoubtedly represent that it has taken the most solid step in the Marvel world.

He asked: "Why should I believe that you have this ability?"

David actually believed it, but he wanted to know the basis for Sitwell's claim.

"We have a good relationship with many of Osborne's shareholders."

Sitwell said something lightly, suggesting: "As long as there is a crisis in Osborne, we have reason to call a board of directors and re-elect the chairman."

"very good."

David understood, without hiding it, nodded and said: "You will wait for this opportunity soon."

Speaking of this, the two sides actually have nothing to say.

Sitwell was about to say goodbye.

"By the way, Fisker Pharmaceuticals is about to launch a human body optimization project recently, which can cure some diseases, prolong life, slow down aging, make people younger, and make people stronger at the same time."

David said with a smile: "This is not a super soldier project, but it may be helpful to you. You are welcome to become a customer of Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

Sitwell paused, and a look of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

Body Optimization Project...

I have never heard of this name, and even the internal members of Fisker Pharmaceuticals have not disclosed details about this project.

He took a deep look at David and smiled:

"Of course, I'd love to."

……

Watching Sitwell leave, the beautiful waitress came to the table with a glass of latte and asked in surprise, "Tim, your guest is gone?"

"Yes, I don't want this cup of coffee. Keep it for yourself. He should have paid for it."

David stood up, ready to leave.

"Hey, I heard that Quinn is looking for you, what happened?"

The waitress stopped him, blinked her big eyes, stepped forward and hugged his arm, with a hint of temptation in her tone, and said with a smile: "You are about to become the descendant of Mr. Frost, is it true?"

"So what?"

David replied indifferently, and looked at the woman in front of him cautiously, with the lingering indifference in his eyes.

"If you have the opportunity to attend the party hosted by Mr. Frost, I think you will not be stingy with a female companion like me."

The waitress took out a warm business card from her chest, stuffed it into his palm, then kissed him hard on the face, twisted her waist and left.

Sanna Lessey!

David glanced at the business card, threw it into the trash can, and his eyes fell on the tattoo on the back of the woman's neck.

There is no doubt that this woman is an admirer of vampires, and she is also a minion of vampires in this city.

This is very common.

New York, as an international metropolis, is the favorite city of vampires, and it is also the city with the highest population density of vampires, bar none.

Whether it is a pure blood vampire or a vampire who has transformed in the later stage, you can find something you like in this city.

Not to mention, there are still so many human minions in this city who are blinded by desire.

The footprints of vampires covered the entire city, and there were traces of them in every aspect of society.

From David's point of view, this is a good thing.

After being injected with bat serum, he has the ability of bats, and he can be regarded as a member of the vampire group.

He doesn't have the weakness of a vampire, but he has strength comparable to or even stronger than a vampire.

He is not a blood descendant of anyone, but rather like the ancestor of vampires, he can spontaneously evolve into another race of vampires.

If I have to say, there is a person who is in a similar state to him.

Blade Runner, the "Sunwalker" in the vampire's mouth, Eric Brad.

A man of half-human, half-vampire blood.

……

Doorway.

As the driver, Wesley leaned casually on the car body, waiting for the boss who was talking in the coffee shop.

He took a cigarette out of the pack.

No lighter.

The left hand covered the fingers of the right hand, and the fingers became red, like a soldering iron heated by thousands of degrees of heat.

Zizizi! !

There seemed to be a high-temperature roasting sound in my ears.

"call--"

The cigarette was lit, Wesley took a deep breath, and exhaled a smoke ring beautifully, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

After smoking one cigarette, he took out the second one immediately, and repeated the action of lighting the cigarette with his finger, having a great time.

"The power of the Extremis virus is not used to light your cigarette."

sound came.

Wesley looked up and saw David walking out of the coffee shop.

"You have to admit that this ability is very suitable for people who often throw lighters."

Wesley shrugged.

At this time, he was in good health, alive and kicking, and he did not show the pain of dying last night at all.

After being injected with the incomplete Extremis virus, Wesley was not only reborn, but his body also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Strength, endurance, responsiveness, and the ability to regenerate the body have reached a level beyond ordinary people.

Coupled with the inherent talent of spear throwing, after the burst of adrenaline, his ability can soar by more than one level.

Wesley's current combat power is no less than that of street heroes such as Luke Cage, or even better.

The only thing to worry about is that his current body is in danger of exploding at any time.

And a burst of adrenaline heightens that risk.

It can be regarded as a skill that injures one thousand enemies and injures oneself eight hundred.

"Every time you use the ability, you will increase the risk of an explosion that turns you into a human body blinking. I don't want to have a bomb with me."

David exhorted: "You better control it."

"Dr. Connors said that using the ability in moderation won't do much, but it can strengthen my combat effectiveness." Wesley laughed. "You were at the scene this morning, and that's what he said."

"After Fisker Pharmaceuticals finishes moving, you can go back to be your CEO."

David got into the car and told Wesley, who was consciously sitting in the driver's seat, to say, "Osborne's blockade of us will end today, and our collaborators have agreed to reconcile the conflict. In this way, Fisker Pharmaceuticals The medicated oil that cooperates with the brotherhood can be launched as soon as possible... This is your first job."

"Although Fiske Pharmaceuticals is not short of money, if a company wants to develop and grow, it cannot always rely on blood transfusions from financial sponsors."

He emphasized: "Fiske Pharmaceuticals already has self-sufficiency and resources, and your current situation is not suitable for participating in the battle. You can devote more energy to learning how to be a CEO."

"To be honest, I think the position of chairman and driver is more suitable for me."

Wesley sighed.

He moved with David today, mainly because he didn't want to stay on the hospital bed after he recovered.

Last night, that near-death feeling was very bad, suffocating.

"Where are we going?" Wesley asked.

"The Presbyterian Hospital."

David moved his body to the car seat, found a comfortable angle, glanced at a few motorcycles parked by the side of the road, and said indifferently: "The gunsmiths and their operations went well, we should visit them."

"it is good."

Wesley nodded, just stepped on the gas pedal.

Chi Chi! !

Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of the car.

Startled, Wesley slammed on the brakes, and the tires rubbed against the asphalt, leaving four deep black tracks.

David sat in his original position, and his body did not lean forward following the inertia of the vehicle.

His eyes fell on the people in front of the car, and there was no surprise on his face, as if he had expected it.

"Fake!"

Wesley rolled down the car window and yelled at the people in front of the car: "Bastard, don't you want to live?"

After the words fell, he realized that something was wrong.

The few people in front of them were sitting on motorcycles, wearing leather jackets and helmets, not an inch of their bodies were exposed, like professional motorcycle riders.

But they didn't move, and they looked like they were lying in front of and behind the car, and they exuded a lot of malice.

Obviously blocking the way on purpose.

"Who are you?"

Wesley frowned, got out of the car, and planned to have a good chat with these people.

Jin Bin has become the underground emperor of New York, how many of you are still going to fight against Fisk? !

Where did the bumpkin come from so blind.

"Mr. Quinn wants to see you, Tim."

At this time, when they spoke, Wesley was stunned again.

Tim?

Who is Tim?

Did you find the wrong person and don’t know?

How come the thugs are so unprofessional? !

Just about to ask a question, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Since you've followed all the way, why don't you come out after I've dealt with the matter...Forget it, lead the way, I will follow you."

This is David's voice.

Wesley turned his head suddenly, the astonishment in his eyes revealed only one doubt.

Your name is not David, how did you become Tim?