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Ye Fang felt that he was hit head-on by a heavy truck.

His body smashed backwards like a cannonball.

He chose to confront each other head-on at the first moment, undoubtedly trying to use the first strike to test his strength comparison with the opponent.

Because it is very easy to open the distance with the first strike during the battle. Ye Fang only needs to complete this test to complete targeted kills in an orderly manner.

This is in line with Ye Fang's character. Even in the battle, he will not give up his brain.

But he miscalculated.

The opponent's strength, physical strength, and fighting skills are far above Ye Fang.

During the first collision, Ye Fang was forced to retreat, but he did not successfully open the distance as he expected - but in fact, the opponent hit the ground with a kick, and his body accelerated and rushed to Ye Fang again in an instant, and the second punch that was so near was incredibly fast!

Ye Fang was transformed by T virus. He failed to fight head-on in the first attempt, and he still had time to defend for the second attack.

But the rhythm of the battle has already deviated and is pulled towards the brainless battle that Ye Fang does not want.

Ye Fang could only stretch out and block the punch in front of him.

It was also a flesh-and-blood fist, which fell into Ye Fang's palm.

Ye Fang stepped on the ground with half a bow on his right foot, and exerted force at the same time as his left foot, trying to forcibly block the opponent's impact and his retreat.

This is a competition between pure power and power.

Ye Fang was fighting against a typical white man with a weight and height above him, and the mechanized assembly of the other party's half body made him look extremely terrifying.

The soles of the shoes rub violently on the ground, and Ye Fang finally stopped the winter warrior steadily at the moment when he completely left the alley.

At this moment, he had already appeared in the public's sight.

The nights on Manhattan streets are still quite prosperous.

At this moment, the pedestrians on the street looked at the scene in the field.

Ye Fang had already punched the other party on the chin. At that moment, the burly warrior staggered backwards.

However, it was also this step that the other party pulled out two submachine guns from behind in both directions, and then he went forward and backward, and two killing weapons spewed out the most intense tongue of death in an instant.

Natasha, who had just emerged, was forced back by a series of bullets, and Ye Fang, at such a close distance, was close to firing...

His face changed completely.

He turned sideways like lightning, pressing down the other person with his doubles. The terrifying recoil of the firearm made all three tremble violently, and the muscles on Ye Fang's cheeks were trembling violently, but he raised his head.

At this moment, the burly white man who was so close to him stretched out his feet and stepped on Ye Fang's right leg joint. His strength was so great that it was almost at that one. The sound of bone cracks penetrated Ye Fang's eardrum, but it was suppressed by the dense and terrifying sound of strafing.

The field was already in chaos. The people who were still watching were scattering, and the sirens sounded quickly in the distance. In the darkness and chaos, someone shouted: "That's the mutant captain! That's the mutant captain Ye Fang!"

Ye Fang did not hear any shouts. At this moment, his world seemed to be still in a daze. His double exerted force inch by inch, his eyes were as cold as a blade that was cold through his bones.

Then the light submachine gun was crushed alive, and the bullets shot out of the bomb collapsed between the two people, and Ye Fang's head hammer had already hit the other party's head.

It was a real, unstoppable collision. The burly winter warrior's head was slammed backwards, and Ye Fang had already retreated and punched the other party's chest on the steel body made of unknown material.

So this huge body was smashed backwards alively.

Ye Fang's one began to seep blood, and the blasted jump passed through his cheek, leaving a shocking scar. Ye Fang had already bent his knees and squatted with the injury of a fractured right leg, and a knee hit him and punched him in the chest.

The steel chest collapsed half an inch, and Ye Fang's body shook slightly back.

And in this moment, the other party only did one thing.

The Winter Soldier turned the muzzle of another shot.

Therefore, when Ye Fang stabilized his body again, he was facing a black muzzle, and there was a faint blue smoke rising from it.

Natasha rushed out of the alley and rushed in this direction while shooting.

She was already very close to the entrance of the alley, and she could enter the battle group in just two seconds at most.

But in just one second, the bullet in this light submachine gun could tear Ye Fang's head and penetrate deep into Ye Fang's brain.

Time seemed to be pulled to extreme tranquility at this moment. This was the closest Ye Fang had to death since his life, and it was also his calmest moment.

In this second, Ye Fang used the previous backshake to make a lateral slant with an extremely light amplitude, and then suddenly raised his body.

And it was also in this second that the other party pulled the pull again.

The result was only the next moment. Ye Fang used his left shoulder to put the barrel of the light submachine gun on his shoulder. The bullets that whizzed out in an instant easily tear apart his clothes and flesh on his shoulders. In just a moment, his left shoulder was already covered in blood and blood.

But Ye Fang didn't even snort because his attitude was always adjusted and tried to send the bullet into his brain or chest.

Once the other party does it, Ye Fang will lose all his power in an instant, and he will not even eat fairy beans.

So at that moment, Ye Fang hugged the other party.

Ye Fang hugged the white man who was taller than him and taller than him. He pulled out the fruit knife from the real world from his waist with his right hand, flipped it into the most powerful reverse-grasting force in mid-air, and then went downwards.

The blade inserted into the flesh and blood body in one third of a second, penetrated from one side of the neck, and then accompanied by Ye Fang's wrist pulling, tearing his skin and blood vessels sideways, and finally cleaving the arteries and trachea. Then what was spewed out was shocking blood. The blood-colored fountain was released in front of Ye Fang's eyes, dyeing his gaze into scarlet red in an instant.

Natasha, who had just arrived at the scene, never expected Ye Fang to end the battle in such a thrilling way in such a short moment. For a moment, she was stunned in a daze.

However, she looked at the scene in the field - Ye Fang, who was half-kneeling, was covered in blood, and was surrounded by a corpse with blood on his neck.

She felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

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