Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"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?

Chapter 104 Sunwalker

David didn't need to use his extraordinary perception, but just by looking at it with his eyes, he knew that the people standing in front of him were vampires.

The fur coats and helmets on their bodies covered all the skin on their bodies.

Mainly to protect the body from UV rays.

Sunlight is the biggest weakness of ordinary vampires.

The only known vampire in the world who is not afraid of sunlight and insensitive to silverware and garlic is the ancestor Dracula.

The blade warrior Brad, who is called "Sunwalker", can only be regarded as half, because he is also of human blood.

Moreover, although Brad is not afraid of sunlight and silverware, he is also allergic to garlic and will often inject garlic essence to suppress the bloodthirsty impulse brought about by his vampire blood.

"You'd better be honest."

Several people were satisfied with David's answer.

The faces under their masks were full of arrogance. They snorted softly, got on the motorcycle again, and greeted: "Come with us."

Boom boom boom!

The motorcycle roared and merged into the traffic, as if not worried about David escaping at all.

David glanced at Wesley, saw the astonishment in the latter's eyes, and smiled slightly: "Follow them."

hum!