The next day, Ling Yun got up and took a comfortable hot bath, and when he came to the living room of his house in good spirits, he saw a rather unexpected guest. [Latest chapter reading.]

"I've heard you've had a rough time lately. ”

Although the person who spoke was sarcastic, Ling Yun didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he quickly stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged man who stood up.

Seeing the middle-aged man again, the male Lingyun felt very happy, in several missions he had already developed a sincere relationship with this guy who always likes to tell bad jokes, similar to that between brothers, and in the end, the other party was injured because of him this time.

"Why haven't I been away for a long time, you have this hobby, is it the reason why I watched that "Broken Arm Mountain"?" The middle-aged man's hand also slapped Ling Yun's back fiercely, and then said maliciously: "Doesn't that mean that I am very dangerous now, handsome, it seems that it is better to let the leader not transfer me to other tasks."

"Stand down, all of you, we have important business to discuss, and don't let anyone disturb us without my orders. Ling Yun issued his orders majestically to the group of black-blooded team members who had completely taken over the vigilance of his manor, he pulled the middle-aged man with one hand, quickly dragged him into his study, and closed the door with his backhand.

"I've been a little bothered lately, and Shekov has been too busy, so it's good for you to come back now. ”

In the study room of the manor, the middle-aged man sitting opposite Ling Yun looked at him with a smile, and said in a firm tone: "I repeat, I am just your deputy, everything depends on you to make up your own mind, and your path has to be walked by yourself." ”

Ling Yun nodded affirmatively, he knew that his current identity was completely different, everything was arranged by others when he had no real power before, and now everything had to be done by himself.

"I've reported the latest incident to the chief. The middle-aged man took out a document from the lockbox he carried with him and handed it to Ling Yun, who was still pondering, and then looked at him deeply before he said slowly: "The leader's reply is to kill a hundred people." ”

Ling Yun took the information and felt the murderous aura that suddenly erupted from the middle-aged man, and Ling Yun knew that the other party's strength had increased again.

"It's this living impatient Indonesian monkey who is looking for trouble with me. ”

The middle-aged man silently looked at the Indonesian man in the photo in Ling Yun's hand, and then said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "The person who troubles you is the executor of the organization in Indonesia, and he has always been more repulsive to Chinese." ”

"I'm going to let him swim back to Indonesia on his own. Ling Yuny said with a smile, and the armrest of the sandalwood chair he was holding that had just been shipped from China turned into a handful of powder in his hand.

"There's one guy you want to pay attention to, he's your opponent tonight. Although Ling Yun's words were very calm, the middle-aged man believed that he would be able to do it, and he suddenly said with a wicked smile: "I heard that you are going to challenge the myth of two black market boxing at the same time, everyone thinks you are crazy, and the highest handicap offered by a bookmaker for you is 1 to 6." ”

"Isn't that great?"

Ling Yun said in a flat tone: "However, I thought the other party would open a 1-10 handicap?"

Of course, the middle-aged man could hear the strong flavor of the other party's words, so he muttered to himself, "It seems that the unlucky dealer is going bankrupt this time!"

After Shikov, the middle-aged man finally determined that Ling Yun, who was dubbed the "Eastern Devil" by those Jews, was not in vain.

Before leaving, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head to look at Ling Yun, and said jokingly, "Can you lend me a million first, no, ten million dollars, I want to bet on you to win?"

8 p.m., Shangri-La Hotel.

At the end of the empty VIP passage, two black figures appeared in the distance, Ling Yun and the middle-aged man came slowly, their steps solid and powerful. The handsome face has a smile that seems to melt the ice and snow, but there seems to be a chilling cold on the body.

There weren't many people in attendance tonight, only a few people with deep ties to Hell were invited, because Ling Yun didn't want to be a tool for the pastime of these rich people. But the more this is the case, the more those "poor people with only money left" sharpen their heads and want to watch it live, and Ling Yun's debut match also broke two black market boxing records. The first is to set a record for the highest total bet amount in the history of black market boxing, and the first is to reach a new high of $100 million in a single game.

As is customary, a race was arranged before the main event to kill the audience's time, with the first match, "The Battle of the Chinese Tiger and the Indian Elephant", between Hagler Lee from China and Sang Anim from India.

Hagler Lee, nicknamed "The Tiger", although the kill rate is not particularly high, is one of the best technical fighters in the history of boxing, and is one of the fighters who dominate the world boxing world.

Sander Anim, nicknamed "The Furious Elephant", is also known for his skill and ability to control his tempo, often unwittingly falling into his death trap.

The two sides are very different in size and have very different technical characteristics, one is simple and practical, and the other is cunning and changeable. Sander Anim chased his opponent after the opening, but his footwork was a little slow and he couldn't control his opponent. Hagler-Lee, on the other hand, carried out the predetermined tactical thinking well, sniping at the opponent with a line-changing leg method.

Suddenly, "War Tiger" suddenly approached his opponent with a short body, and it was not until "Angry Elephant" blocked his hand that he could grab his arm, he suddenly raised his arms, clamped the two arms stretched out from the opposite side under his armpits, and then made a sudden turn in a soft shout.

His two movements were extremely fast, and the "Angry Elephant" didn't have time to react before he heard two crisp cracking sounds coming from his arm, and only then did he feel a sharp pain in his heart.

"Ahh

From the mouth of the "angry elephant" let out a heart-rending scream like killing a pig, he lay on the ground holding his broken and deformed arm, which was completely broken from the elbow, and the broken bone pierced through the skin, and the blood-stained arm bone appeared dazzling and abrupt.

There was no chance to regret when he walked into the fighting arena, and the steely body of "War Tiger" kicked the opponent's throat, chest, and abdomen three times in a row with a wild and awe-inspiring murderous aura, and after the dull impact of the R body, Sander Anim's whole person was like a giant elephant that had its tusks removed, and he fell to the ground weakly and convulsed continuously.

"War Tiger" didn't waste any more time, stepped forward and smashed the opponent's head with one leg, and the blood and brains splashed everywhere like bursting ripe watermelon juice.

A low bell rang, and a blonde man sitting in the highest room faced the thirty computer screens in front of him, pointed at the microphone on the table, and said in a mysterious voice to the accompaniment of dynamic soft rock: "Ladyandgentlemen, it's time for the finale of tonight, the "black blood" from the mysterious East against our dear "Hell Demon King" and "Tyrant". "The hi-fi speakers that are distributed throughout the venue are cleverly hidden in the shadows, and all the sounds that come through them seem to come from outside the sky.

In the ring, where the power grid has been removed, Ling Yun sees Anthony Marcus "The Demon King of Hell" and Peter "The Tyrant" Azzi.

They were also dressed in shorts and vests like two humanoid tyrannosaurs, with a cold gaze peculiar to R eaters, and the giant beasts showed their skinny opponents with hideous giant fangs.

Ling Yun only glanced faintly at Peter Azzi, the "Fighting Tyrant" who was said to have accumulated sentences for 85 years, and his eyes were more focused on Anthony Marcus.

Peter Aziz is a talented fighter in the Netherlands, and he's one of the most feared figures in the world, earning him the title of "The Tyrant" for his formidable fighting prowess.

For Ling Yun, there was nothing to show off about the opponent's glorious past, and the answer was simple, because they were going to die here tonight.

"You killed two of my men, although this is the intention of the boss behind you, but I still won't let you go. ”

Casually making a few gestures of moving his hands and feet, Ling Yun stretched out his muscles as strong as steel, and his eyes looked like two dead bodies when he spoke.

"Little bastard, I'm going to crush your head......"

Before the opening remarks of the "Hell Demon King" were finished, Ling Yun rushed forward and casually kicked two high-pressure legs towards him.

There was a scalp-numbing sound in the air that made the face of the "tyrant" who had not spoken change slightly, and he himself could make such a terrifying sound with his legs, but it was a little difficult to understate it like the other party, which showed how amazing the strength and speed of the other party's legs were.

In the face of his sudden high-pressure kick, although the "Hell Demon King" couldn't see the direction of the opponent's leg attack, his body instinctively moved back slightly, and he was able to avoid this sudden blow.

There was no such thing as a sneak attack in the black market, and the fight had already begun from the moment he stepped into the ring.

Ling Yun didn't use his true strength, he was like a beast playing with his prey, but he couldn't help but be a little surprised that his huge opponent had the flexible feet that could dodge his own attacks, and he slowly used a little real strength.

However, just when Ling Yun was about to get serious, the "Hell Demon King" finally launched a counterattack. He made eye contact with the "Tyrant", then sandwiched Ling Yun in the middle, one after the other, and began to launch a stormy attack on him.

The fist that was enough to open the mountain and crack the rock kept hitting Ling Yun's body, but it undoubtedly had no effect on Ling Yun, who had already surpassed Shikov's polar bear in terms of fighting ability, even if he didn't deliberately use dark energy, Ling Yun's body would automatically dissolve most of the impact force.

I saw that a murderous smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his body took off with a "whoosh" and fell on the iron pillar in the corner of the ring.

When has the other party ever seen such a "fancy" style of fighting? Looking through the history of black market boxing, who would spend a lot of effort to practice such a trick that has no actual combat effect?

The heavy punch of the "Tyrant" was too late to retract due to inertia, and after a dull sound, the heavy body of the "Hell Demon King" slammed into the rope of the ring a few meters away, like a cannonball, and then was bounced to the ground by the powerful rebound force.

The "Hell Demon King" staggered to his feet, roared wildly, and pounced on Ling Yun. The muscles on his whole body were like muscles made of iron, and the huge wound on his face looked even more hideous and terrifying.

The "tyrant" who accidentally injured his companion also quickly joined the battle, Ling Yun's left foot was "fluttering" on the iron pillar on which he was standing, but the whole person miraculously jumped forward in the air, he waved his feet and legs in the air, and a horizontal kick with a terrifying wind swept out of the head of the "tyrant".

In the face of such a ferocious leg, as strong as the "Hell Demon King", he can only choose to avoid his edge temporarily. His hands crossed in front of his forehead, and he resisted the powerful blow of the opponent.

There was a sneer on the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, and the right foot kicked out on the hand of the "tyrant", and the body did not fall but rose, and the right foot kicked out two more kicks from left to right at a very fast speed, and after two crisp sounds, the bones of the hands of the "tyrant" were completely shattered, and they were as soft as ornaments hanging in the air.

After the body landed, Ling Yun's feet struck a half-moon-shaped arc from top to bottom on the top of the "tyrant's" head, and his head was crushed into a pile of mud by an irresistible huge force, spewing out a column of blood more than one meter high like a fountain, starting from the cervical vertebrae bones, the spine, pelvis, leg bones, and the bones of the whole body were broken into residue inch by inch, and the internal organs were twisted into a ball of paste, and the burly body of the "tyrant" quickly dried up and fell to the ground like a sandbag leaking from the wind.

In the face of the death of his companion, it seems that it does not have much effect on the "Hell Demon King" who is rushing forward. Looking at the "Hell Demon King" staring at his feet, Ling Yun's face showed the characteristic smile of a hunter when he saw his prey enter the trap.

"Are you an idiot?, or do you think my hands are just decorations?" Ling Yun said in a mocking tone that seemed to be a smile rather than a smile, "Originally, I was very optimistic about you, but unfortunately you followed the wrong master. ”

After speaking, Ling Yun's eyes gradually turned bloodthirsty red, and his two hands struck the head of the "Hell Demon King" like two rapidly closing iron doors. Two bloody eyeballs immediately popped out of their sockets, leaving only a deeply sunken terrifying Blood D.

Ling Yun's hands were wrapped around like octopuses, and in a tingling "crackling" sound, where his hands gently touched, the bones of the "Hell Demon King" turned into a pile of calcium powder that could be used to replenish calcium.

When Ling Yun left the ring, our "Hell Demon King" was not dead, he was lying quietly in the ring, but without eyes and limbs.

This fight brought Ling Yun as much as 600 million US dollars, and also brought him a name that shocked the black market boxing world - Ling Yun.

After the boxing match, the private jet in charge of the Indonesian region, which had suffered heavy losses, broke down on the way to Indonesia and unfortunately crashed.

What's the first thing a person wants to do when they kill someone? If it's a normal person, then the answer is to find a place to have a drink or two, and then find a pretty girl to vent it hard.

That night, Ling Yun did not return to his manor, but came to the residence of the beautiful Miss Catherine.

?“ How did you get here?" Unexpectedly, the man who sent him to heaven only before yesterday appeared in front of him again today, Catherine looked at this domineering man and subconsciously asked, "What are you here for?"

"What are you doing? Of course, it's A. Ling Yun walked to the woman's side with a wicked smile, put his hand into the woman's neckline, and pulled her pajamas downward, inside was a red waist-cinching shirt, and the two bulging protrusions on the chest really matched her cold appearance.

"Come on, let's go crazy and do A. ”

Ling Yun put his arms around the woman's waist and leaned over to kiss her lips.

Catherine's "hmm" moan, which was completely relaxed, hummed softly from between her mouth and nose.

Ling Yun picked Catherine up, walked to the wide floor-to-ceiling window, turned her around, put her hands on the glass, and then faded away from each other's obstacles.

The two naked LLR bodies are desperately entangled, completely indulging in this sinful and exciting intercourse......

After the high C, Ling Yun only felt light, refreshed, and comfortable, as if all the tyrannical and irritable qi in his chest had all disappeared with the outbreak of his **.

The next day, the sleeping Ling Yun did not slowly break away from his sleep until a warm and slippery R body in his arms trembled slightly.

The arms provided by Ureths were delivered to Ling Yun three days later, and after Lingyun transferred the balance directly from the Swiss bank to the other party's account, he stored the arms that could overturn half of London in a secret warehouse in the port of London, and also put all the money won from the boxing match into Ureris's account at one time as a deposit for the next arms deal.

After completing this series of events, he contacted Shikov and asked him to find time to discuss with the ****** people about the shipment of weapons to Pakistan.

It wasn't until Maggie said on the phone across the ocean that he had arranged for him to go to Syria that Ling Yun said goodbye to Lisa Tower, who was reluctant to him, and got on the plane to Syria.

Before leaving, Ling Yun delegated all the rights of Japan to the middle-aged man, asked him to establish a secret base in Japan to train those black blood team members, and then promised to get a box of 80-year-old world limited edition Cuban cigars for Shikov, and asked him to help him investigate the legends of ancient dragons in the dark world.

At an altitude of about 40,000 feet above the ground, a giant plane painted silver-white with its entire fuselage and a burning black flame printed on its wings soared smoothly above the blue sky and white clouds.

This is a Boeing B747-200B aircraft known as the giant of the sky in hell, and its double-decker cabin and wingtips are equipped with winglets to reduce drag.

There are also several special models: E-4: an air command post type modified from the B747-200B for use by the U.S. Air Force, with a total of 4 modifications. Air Force One: Modified from B747-200B, it is a special aircraft for the President of the United States, and a total of two are produced. Air Force designation VC-25.

Today, however, there are only 20 people sparsely seated in the spacious and comfortable first-class cabin of this air aircraft carrier, which has four independent engines and integrates air defense, combat command, and air base.

Ling Yun closed his eyes and lay quietly on his comfortable chair, and about twenty black-blood team members sat beside him, hiding him in the middle.

With the sweet sound of the radio sound, the plane dropped altitude, and Ling Yun, who broke open his eyes in the endless night, saw flying to Damascus, the capital of Syria.

Damascus, the capital of Syria, is located in the foothills of the Kesin Mountains in southwest Syria, the Barada River flows slowly from north to south, with beautiful scenery and a history of more than 4,000 years, it is one of the oldest cities in the world.

About five minutes later, the plane was firmly parked on the runway of Damascus International Airport.

The good performance of the aircraft is reflected in the huge noise and turbulence caused by the friction between the tires of the aircraft and the ground during landing, which has no effect on the people in the plane at all, at most only makes the people on the plane feel a slight tremor.

Unbuckling his seat belt, Ling Yun tidied up his clothes slightly, smiled and stepped on Syrian soil surrounded by more than 20 team members who were tall and on high alert at all times.

Syria is located in the western part of the Asian continent, on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean Sea, bordered by Turkey to the north, Iraq to the east, Jordan to the south, Lebanon and Palestine to the southwest, and Cyprus across the Mediterranean Sea to the west.

As a necessary place on the ancient Silk Road and a crossroads between Eastern and Western civilizations, Syria is extremely rich in human and natural resources. With more than 3,500 monuments scattered across its 185,000 square kilometers of territory, it is simply a huge museum exposed under the blue sky, a best testimony of human history.

A row of cars with a pure black body and a winged eagle painted on the door, a national flag pattern in the shape of a shield on the chest, and a military license plate with a Syrian military license plate were quietly parked at the exit of the airport, and a group of soldiers with submachine guns stood quietly beside the cars.

Out of the security checkpoint, Ling Yun saw Santo Maggie standing outside the security exit with a smile in his eyes.

Handing over the luggage to the entourage, Mei Qi led Ling Yun to the convoy that came to greet him, more than a dozen black high-level military vehicles looked extraordinary, and the soldiers in charge of guarding him were also very respectful.

The Syrian soldiers were ordered to "ensure the safety of those who come." So all the etiquette must be respectful and the defense is so leaky.

Syrian President Bashar al-Assad sat quietly in a corner of the hall of the presidential palace, and if people who didn't know saw his appearance at this time, they might think that the most important commander in chief of Syria was considering some major national policy, but in fact he was thinking about nothing in his mind at the moment.

And if anyone saw him now, they would be surprised, because no one could associate the old man who seemed to be ten years old with the Syrian president, who was in high spirits the other day.

(End of chapter)