I suspect that the Muay Thai club mentioned by Sobi is the black market boxing base that the old bald head said. However, I'm not going to reveal it right away, and after a few words of greeting, I let Wanjun come back, I have to understand clearly before making a move, otherwise something will go wrong.

Moreover, I have more important things to do, the funeral of the pot head. The military advisor advised me to keep everything simple, and now in a special period, Lei Xie is eyeing him and gathering together, for fear of being served by others.

I refused, I knew the risk, but I decided to give him a grand funeral, and after such a death, I suddenly believed that people have souls and things have spirits. He will definitely bless us, even if he has turned into a wisp of soul, he will definitely not let anyone hurt us.

Sun Wei didn't go to the funeral of the pot head. After returning from the funeral, I went to look for him and saw that he was wiping his gun, as well as some daggers and military thorns, all of which were carefully wiped and shiny. A sniper rifle was even dismantled by him into parts, each one carefully maintained, like an assassin maintaining his own sword.

He wiped the scope, didn't look up, and said, "Sent away?" ”

I sat on the ground, nodded, and said goodbye and left.

He stopped wiping, sighed, and said, "The head of the pot likes to brag the most, burying him with a group of Chinese veterans, will people beat him?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Don't fight!" They are all Chinese, and it is not easy for anyone to bully anyone. ”

The head of the pot is buried in a cemetery of Chinese veterans, which is Sun Wei's meaning, he said that if he can go back alive, he will take him home, and if he dies, he will be buried together. He was not at ease when others brought the pot head.

"He can only speak Chinese, and he is surrounded by veterans, which is also suitable, otherwise he will be suffocated by a group of Thai ghosts." Sun Weidao.

I nodded and said yes.

Neither of us cried, nor did we say anything particularly sad, but we were like discussing a friend who was still alive, and we were a little worried about his new home, afraid that he would not fit in, and we both sincerely hoped that his new home would be called heaven, not hell.

"Brother Yu!" Sun Wei suddenly said: "You want to kill Lei Xie!" ”

I stood up and replied firmly, "Yes! Certain! ”

I will definitely kill him, no matter what the cost, rest assured, pot head! Brother, I will definitely avenge you and pour out your soul with the blood of the murderer.

I called Sobi to confirm the black market boxing base, but I didn't know why I couldn't contact him, so I emailed him to send me the information. After waiting for a long time, he replied to me, explaining that the forces that had taken over Mr. An had been busy recently, and as for the black market boxing base, it was indeed the MK group force.

However, because the group has been busy with European affairs, it does not attach much importance to the Golden Triangle, and originally asked Tomahawk to rectify the forces in this area, but it encountered high-level shocks and always couldn't spare time. Then, he sent me the relevant information, but it was still incomplete, and there was a lot of garbled characters, which made me angry.

From the fragmented information, I sorted out some things, but there was nothing wrong with them. But sometimes people are preconceived, and it is really difficult to maintain objectivity. It's also to blame Sobi, anyway, in the end, he made a big oolong, and he almost didn't kill me and Zhao Zichu and Han Yi.

According to the data, Thailand's black market boxing is an incubation base on par with the Mexican rainforest and the Siberian ice field training ground.

The training at this base was even more brutal, and those boys from poor families were sent to the black market boxing base at a very young age to fight to the death without any protection. Most of the troops died of visceral concussions and cerebrospinal cord damage in their twenties, an occupational disease of boxers, and even more so without protection.

The last few people to reach the top will be sent by the group to participate in professional killer training and sent to all over the world. However, the base in Thailand has a high mortality rate and few talents, so it has little influence in the group.

I asked Wanjun, do you have to use Ah Tai and his father? She was adamant, especially Atai's father, Fauber.

I asked him what was the use of this old man? She said that although this old man loves money, slippery, and lustful, he is not a serious person, but there is one thing, he is a godfather.

The so-called godfather, according to Wanjun, many of his father's subordinates were introduced by Fuber. Unlike the tragic death of another black market boxer, in Fauber's place, black market boxers who retired or wanted to retire were introduced to the black python by him. At that time, the black python was not good, it was those well-trained boxers who fought for him and completely got rid of Mr. Big.

And now, more than ten years have passed, and those fighters have either died or become bigwigs and are in charge. Therefore, if you want to collect the old ministry and contact the tribe, Fu Bo is the most suitable person, and there is no one.

However, Wanjun was a little worried, and Fu Bo said that it was impossible to eradicate another black market boxing base. Black market boxing is second only to the Golden Triangle, with a wide audience and great benefits, even the government protects and even fosters the tourism industry to package.

He opened his mouth widely, just because he didn't want to help, which made Wanjun a little headache. Fauber is a wall grass, this is known to everyone, no profit can not be early, and he will not bet easily, betting, in case he loses his blood, so, wait and see, is the established strategy of this old thing.

I nodded and said, "Who will force him to help whom?" ”

"So to speak." Wanjun also nodded.

Knowing the importance of Fauber, I decided to buy the old man. Although I hate this old man, I believe that if a chicken thief like him were to put the whole of Thailand's black market boxing in his hands, Scrooge would be prosperous.

MK Group has too much to do in the East, and I need to find some help. The current black market boxing boss, that is, the original MK person, I decided not to use it, with a big backer like MK, I haven't been able to get Fu Bo done for so many years, it's really stupid, let's expel it!

I took Han Yi and Zhao Zichu to find Fu Bo. When Fauber saw me, he was polite and invited me to drink tea, this is the old fritter, no matter who you are, greet you with a smile first, insurance.

I sat on the bamboo chair and said to Zhao Zichu: "Tell him that we are here on behalf of Wanjun." ”

Zhao Zichu spoke fluent Thai, and Fu Bo nodded, folded his hands, bowed with a smile, and said welcome. Atai was very unhappy, he seemed to be jealous, and I didn't care if he was stunned.

"Tell him that as long as he helps, I can give him the largest black market boxing base in Thailand and let him manage it, with a fifty percent share!"

Zhao Zichu and Han Yi glared at me with their eyes at the same time, as if to say, Brother Yu, don't we brag?

I said, "Just tell him." ”

Zhao Zichu was helpless, so he had to bite the bullet and say it. Fauber was drinking tea, and when he heard this, he sprayed it directly, and I used the banana leaves on the table to block it, but it was not sprayed on my face.

Then, Fubo laughed, covered his stomach with laughter, and muttered in Thai, out of breath. Zhao Zichu listened for a long time, understood, and said: "He said that he agreed, waiting for 50% of your shares, and also said, as long as the shares arrive, Fu Bo and I will go to the soup and fire, swear allegiance to the death, and swear to the elephant god." ”

I stood up and said, "Words must count, but don't let down your elephant god." ”

With Zhao Zichu and the two leaving, I went straight to Thailand's largest black market boxing base. It was there that I saw for the first time what madness is.

The entire base has been converted from an abandoned prison, and each individual cubicle has been converted into a fighting ground for life and death. Inside the arena, there were not only adults fighting, but also women, and even children, looking at their immature fists and murderous eyes, I felt a chill from the depths of my heart.

And, what surprised me even more was the crazy crowd, I thought football was hysterical enough, crazy enough, sometimes even beyond the war, but seeing these people who had lost their minds, I felt that I was wrong, the craziest thing in the world is not even the war, but the crowd watching the war.

The spectator was screaming with money in his hand, and the object was a pair of teenagers in the prison cubicle. Both teenagers were covered in injuries and blood, and it was obvious that both of them were in prostration, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, delusionally trying to knock each other down with the last punch.

Han Yi glanced at it, he couldn't bear it, and sang the Buddha's name.

I took the two of them to the head of the prison, and in the warden's room, I saw Kunka for the first time, with white bandages on his hands and feet, hitting a wooden stake, using typical Muay Thai techniques, elbows, knees, and harsh moves.

He was sweating profusely, and it looked like he had been fighting for a long time because of the continuous heavy blows, and his white straps were covered in blood.

When he saw me come in, he kicked me on the stake, and with a click, the stake broke, revealing white stubble. It seemed to be a demonstration, and I shrugged my shoulders, but didn't care, and sat down on the couch.

He untied the bandage wrapped around his hand, took a sip of water, sat across from me, looked at me, and did not speak.

I said I was the new agent to accept the black market boxing syndicate.

He squatted on the ground, flicked his toes, even though he was still exercising, and said, "Good! ”

You agreed so easily? It's a little surprising to me, this Nima is too child's play, isn't it?

"However, I have a rule here, whoever defeats me can take everything!"

Sure enough, there is still a following.

To be honest, I can't beat him. He's taller than me, stronger than me, and he's not in the same weight class as me at all, and even if he is, I can't fight with this kind of animal.

"What? Scared? Kun Ka stretched out his finger very arrogantly, nodded at Zhao Zichu and then pointed at Han Yi, and said, "The little white face and the monk can use weapons." ”

Han Yi was on fire right now, and if he took a step forward, he was going to do it. Zhao Zichu stopped with his big hand, pulled the red silk behind his back, fell to the ground with two guns, plunged into the ground, and said, "I'm coming!" ”

Zhao Zichu also doesn't use weapons. Brother Zhao is very strong, but this time I think he is too big, I admit that he is very strong, and Chinese kung fu is also very powerful, but that is for ordinary people, some perverts and grandmasters can transcend factions, regions, and even races, all means, in his heart and hands, are just means to knock down the enemy, just like Bruce Lee.

Brother Zhao and Kunka fought together, the wind around them was whirring, punches and feet were added, every punch to the flesh, it was refreshing to watch, and I had a little itchy hands.

Suddenly, Kunka jumped high, and a fierce elbow hit Zhao Zichu's head, Zhao Zichu retreated sharply, Kunka fell hard, I secretly called Zhongji, sure enough, as soon as Kunka landed, he swept his legs and directly knocked Zhao Zichu over.

I've never seen Zhao Zichu so embarrassed, although he is good at silver guns and pistols, good at assassination, and frontal combat is not top-notch, but it's not weak! How could it be defeated in so many rounds?

Kunka didn't seem to be ready to let Zhao Zichu go like this, he punched hard, and he was about to knock Zhao Zichu in the face. Han Yi and I yelled at the same time to be careful, and we also shot out at the same time.

After all, it was Han Yi who arrived first, and kicked Kunka on the wrist, Kunka flashed back, and Zhao Zichu stiffened with a carp and roared: "Stupid!" Cut him with a knife! ”

Han Yi thought about it, Nima, you can't be polite to this pervert! He drew his twin knives and danced.

Zhao Zichu kicked the two guns and swung them up. I'm not idle, I picked up the ashtray and went up, damn it! I really regret not getting a gun.

Sobi is a bastard too, damn it, he didn't even tell me that Kunka was crazy, which caught me off guard.

Click!

Elbow hit the top of the knee, only two blows, Han Yi's double knives were directly smashed into scrap iron, twisted up like twist, and then was hit in the face by Kunka's elbow, a few teeth fell out, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Zhao Zichu seized the opportunity, stabbed him with two spears like a dragon. Kunka sneered, grabbed the tip of the gun directly with both hands, and then twisted it fiercely, and the two Brother Zhao's beloved weapons also turned into twists.

Zhao Zichu bit his teeth and kicked out his legs, kicking Kunka's lower abdomen. Kunka took a few steps back, slamming her waist into the stake she had just had.

However, he immediately straightened up, stretched out his fingers, and shook them gently.

All three of us gasped, and I understood the desperation of those men in the face of Rondo this time. Although this thing is not so perverted, it can be regarded as a humanoid monster.

The three of us glanced at each other, gritted our teeth, don't say anything, do it!

Three hours later, the three of me walked out hand in hand, all with blue noses and swollen faces, covered in blood, and beaten not lightly, only holding a breath, and struggling to walk.

We were defeated, extremely thoroughly, three group fights, and top masters, we didn't take advantage of it at all, and finally tried all our strength to not be killed.

Kunka pretended to be forced to say, if you can last for two hours, you are also talented, go and practice! Come and fight me again after practicing, and I won't kill you today, it's a pity.

I've never seen such a professional pretend, this kind of stinky assertiveness made me angry, and I beat him for another hour, which can be regarded as making him bleed a little, but we naturally bleed.

The three of us walked out of the office and were about to leave, but Zhao Zichu stopped the two of us and asked us to watch the fight. At this time, all the arenas were closed, and there was only one left, and all the spectators were watching, roaring wildly.

Inside the arena was a pair of upright and middle-aged Muay Thai fighters, they had no protection, just ankles and wrists, wrapped in white cloth, however, after a fierce battle for a long time, the white cloth had completely turned into a bloody color, which was even more serious than Kunka's just now.

Obviously, the fight has come to an end, and both sides are using willpower to support their bodies, not muscles. Suddenly, a dark, thin Muay Thai fighter jumped high.

In fact, in the real professional fighting, it is rare for people to raise their legs, or even jump like this, because this will undoubtedly lose the control of the center of gravity, and there is a risk of falling, for this kind of desperate fighting, falling means death.

However, the black and thin boxer did not fall. He locked his opponent's neck with his strong, powerful legs, and then raised his elbows high and smashed them down with great force.

I was far away, but still in the midst of the noisy shouting, I heard the sound of the skull shattering, and the man who was crushed was weak and out of breath.

It's a classic lock in Muay Thai, and it's just as obvious as the pros and cons, but it's also explosive, and it's arguably the most aggressive move.

The black thin fighter stood in the center of the ring, receiving the cheers of the crowd. But he didn't have any excitement, just untied the bandage calmly, and a little strangely, he looked at me, his eyes locked on it, which made me a little inexplicable.

Little did I know at the time that my life was tied to this unknown fighter.

"What's his name?" I asked.

Zhao Zichu didn't answer me, just asked me to look at the sign on the side. It was an electronic neon card with names written on it, arranged from top to bottom, and it was supposed to be a leaderboard.

The electronic screen lit up, and a name suddenly rose from the bottom, rushing to the first place: Tony, Jia.