"Damn, you big freak dares to ignore me." Seeing that the tracker ignored him and was still heading towards the theater, Yang Yifei chased forward, bowed his body, and slashed the tracker's calf with a knife.

The tracker staggered and fell to the ground, and it was only seven or eight meters away from the theater gate.

Yang Yifei didn't wait for the tracker to get up, swung his knife again, slashing it at the back of its neck. The tracker turned over to avoid the knife, but he still didn't even look at Yang Yifei, got up and rushed towards the theater gate.

Yang Yifei finally understood that the tracker at this time did not have the sense of autonomy, it was only equivalent to a biological weapon, and what controlled him was the system chip installed in his brain.

In the original play, Kane's command was to kill all the members of s.t.a.r.s., so for Jefferson who is not a member of s.t.a.r.s, even when he fires a machine gun, he will let the muzzle avoid Jefferson.

As expected, in the target classification of the tracker, it belongs to armed civilians, and also does not belong to s.t.a.r.s., so it neither attacks itself nor cares about itself.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifei hurriedly shouted to the gate: "Get back, retreat quickly, its target is you."

"Oh my God..." Iverson held his two golden sand eagles and was the first to stay away from the door happily. The special police also retreated in fear.

However, when the tracker rushed to the entrance of the theater, he suddenly stopped and turned around and returned to face Yang Yifei, and rushed forward to him.

Seeing this, Yang Yifei felt enlightened. Did he finally change the command? He immediately pushed his feet to the ground and retreated quickly. He wanted to lead the trackers away from the theater so that the special police would be safe.

At the same time, he also had to go to the open place, so that his magical movements could fully display their varied footwork and body techniques. After retreating to more than 30 meters outside the theater, there was an open space.

Yang Yifei stopped and stared at the tracker. When it rushed to the front, he punched him and immediately squatted slightly. He made a mistake and had already wiped the tracker's body and rushed to the back of his side. The moment he passed by, the dog-leg knife in his hand left a knife on its waist.

When the tracker turned around, he had moved to its blind spot. Every time his footsteps changed, the dog-leg knife would leave one or two scars on its body, either chopping or stabbing, with a very fast frequency.

In this way, the damage to the tracker is stronger than that of the gun. Although the tracker's wound is constantly healing, he is not a Wolverine, and his healing speed is far from keeping up with the injury speed.

Yang Yifei even consciously "silence" it, and meat strips began to fall off one after another, and the recovery speed of a piece of meat being peeled off was much slower than just a wound, and the tracker's physical function value steadily decreased.

...

Although they were not on the fight in person in front of the computer, Kane and Umbrella's staff felt extremely aggrieved.

Because the opponent's dodge speed is too fast, the tracker cannot even capture the opponent's figure.

The picture on the computer screen keeps turning, but the target never appears in the screen. Only occasionally can you glimpse a flash of figures at the edge of the edge.

Seeing that the tracker's physical function value continued to decline and had fallen below 80% in a few minutes, Kane couldn't help but curse: "Shet, how could his speed be so fast?"

The female assistant said: "It's not that he is fast, but that his dodging method is very clever. The farther a person's dynamic vision is, the easier it is to capture the target, and the closer it is, the more difficult it is."

"And the human line of sight is a fan. The farther the distance, the larger the angle, the wider the range. The closer the angle, the smaller the range, the narrower the range. The opponent is almost moving close to the tracker's body. You only need to move a very small amplitude to be in the visual blind spot of the tracker."

At this time, a Korean-American Umbrera staff member said: "Sir, I have an impression of this way of dodging. There is a kind of kung fu called "Wandering Baguazhang". A Chinese Kung Fu movie from the 1980s shows this kung fu."

"The Chinese Kung Fu master used this method to defeat the Russian strongman who was several grades higher than him. He used his tiny figure and kept turning against the other party, so that the other party could not catch him."

After hearing his words, Kane gently stroked his chin and said, "So, Chai Lis Kongfu is indeed worthy."

He looked at the screen again and said helplessly: "Order the tracker to withdraw from the city hall! If you continue to entangle, it will be torn to death by the other party. Find an opportunity to catch this guy."

“yes,sir.”

...

Yang Yifei was getting more and more vigorously. The tracker was already shattered by him, and his movements were gradually slowing down, and he could no longer keep up with his footwork.

The special police were stunned. For seven or eight minutes, Yang Yifei kept moving sensitively. The high-frequency attack had been seven or eight minutes. If any of them had been replaced, they would have been exhausted, but Yang Yifei was still alive.

Suddenly, the tracker stopped trying to attack Yang Yifei, but turned around and strode towards the distance. Yang Yifei subconsciously caught up with him a few steps and slashed him twice behind him. Seeing that he had no intention of turning around and fighting again, he stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief and finally withdrew. It must have been that Umbrella saw that the tracker could not do anything to him, and if he continued to fight, he would be beaten to death, so he ordered it to withdraw.

He seems to be relaxed, but in fact he consumes a lot. He had already had a hard fight in the supermarket before, but now he has done so much that his internal strength has been consumed more than half of his physical strength.

If he continues, he can only risk exposing his secrets in front of Umbrella and the special police, and take out the rapid-fire machine gun to kill the tracker.

In the world of experience, Yang Yifei would never, nor would he dare to let himself enter a weak state, because it often means that he will face a fatal crisis.

At least he has to ensure that he has the power to fight at any time, and at least he has to ensure that he can escape, so evacuation of the tracker is the best choice for both of them.

Yang Yifei wiped the blood from the knife on the clothes of a zombie next to him, inserted it back into the scabbard, and then returned to the theater.

The special police rushed forward and surrounded Yang Yifei in the middle. Brady shouted excitedly: "Wright, you are so amazing. You have been beaten away by such a terrifying monster. After you go out, I must learn kung fu from you."

Another said, "There is also that way to move, it's so cool, that monster is fooled by you."

"Yes, yes, I have to learn this too."

Yang Yifei patted Brady on the shoulder with a chuckle and said, "Don't be stupid. If you want to learn that, you can't practice hard work for a few years. If you want to learn some punches, I can teach you."

Brady said: "It's just a few years, but I can't endure hardships. When we first entered S.t.a.r.s, our training was even more difficult."

Yang Yifei said: "Let's talk about this later, Captain Qiaos, you should get the bus as soon as possible! My companion is still waiting for me to go back to save him."

Jos nodded and said, "OK, Kevin, I'll leave it to you, Haydn, Brandon, Austin, you three are responsible for protecting him."
Chapter completed!