Bering Strait, a small island.

This is one of the training bases of Zhukov's training camp, a smooth and pleasing young man walking barefoot and shirtless in the snow.

His walking posture is full of a domineering aura, and the elastic muscles on his body and mottled scars make his domineering aura even more explosive.

He was accompanied by a middle-aged man, dressed in a wide and comfortable sangbo suit, with a calm complexion, peaceful eyes, and occasionally bursting out with a sharp ray of starlight.

"Dou Wang, this time your opponent is the former head of state, which is not trivial." The middle-aged man said to the young man: "He is the most proficient professional soldier in the world, and you have to remain absolutely indifferent, as ruthless as the ice and snow of the Bering Sea." ”

"Yes, I remember, King Sambo." The young man nodded heavily.

The voice is cold and unforgiving, strong and powerful, without any superfluous feelings.

He is the king of Zhukov's training camp, and he has been undergoing the most brutal training since he entered the training camp at the age of four, and is known as the king of combat in the training camp.

And this middle-aged man is the instructor of the training camp, the king of Sambo.

Sambo is a Russian martial artist.

The word comes from the Russian word "самозащитабезоружий", which means self-defense without weapons.

Self-defense combat techniques that combine kicking, hitting, throwing, holding, ground skills, equipment defense, liberation, escort, binding, and daily objects are also compulsory courses for the Russian military, special forces, and KGB.

"Once you've killed the Führer, it's time to leave the camp." "You've been here for twenty years, and I know you want to leave, and now is your chance," said the Sambo King. ”

"I'll kill him." Douwang said.

"Remember, failure is only death, and if you want to get out of here, you can only step on the corpse of the Führer."

"Yes."

The two men continued to walk forward until they reached a humble dock, where the King of Sambo sent the King of Dou to the ship.

"Go ahead, I'm waiting here for your good news." The King of Sambo put his hands behind his back and said, "When you return, you will be my son, and you will have the name I gave you—Elijah." ”

The Dou King's face was expressionless, he nodded at the King of Sambo, and sat motionless on the boat and left the island.

He seems to be a man without any emotions, and anyone who knows him knows one thing: Douwang only knows how to fight, and this is the killing machine that Zhukov has hidden in his training camp for ten years.

"King Dou, the King of Sambo is your father?"

A killing machine that was more than two meters tall and had a sturdy body like a polar bear grinned.

"Huh!"

The Dou Wang, who was originally sitting there, suddenly got up and slapped the opponent's head fiercely and accurately.

"Bang!"

The leg is like an afterimage, and after hitting the opponent's head, it immediately retracts, and continues to sit motionless.

The killing machine, as strong as a polar bear, stood there in a daze, the steely muscles of its body became completely relaxed, and the nose, eyes, ear holes, and mouth began to flow blood downward.

He swayed, as if trying to hold on to something, but plunged headlong into the icy sea.

Indifferent, cold-blooded, ruthless, fast, ruthless, accurate, one-hit killing, simply outrageous.

But this is the king of fighting, Ilya, the king of fighting who was brought into the training camp by his father at the age of four.

……

Altai Republic, Ust-Koksa district.

The place is large and sparsely populated, and if it's winter, it's hardly noticeable on the streets.

It's August, the temperature is relatively warm, and although the population of this district is less than 20,000, they are still willing to get out and about until the cold of September begins.

Men like to have a drink, and women like to go shopping.

The Uss Bar is located in a small backward village at the foot of the Altai Mountains, because it is a hunting ground nearby, and many people like to hunt in the mountains, so it supports the existence of this bar.

Drink the strongest wine and sleep the hottest girl, this saying is very popular in Russia.

Because this is a fighting nation, from children to adults, all are full of fighting spirit.

Before entering the bar, Xiao Zhan had a taste of what a fighting nation was.

Two drunken men sat on the floor outside the bar, holding the strongest vodka and pouring it into their mouths, with an empty bottle in between.

"Hahaha...... I'll let you do it first...... The mouth of the bottle is facing you...... I'll shoot you! Belch! ——”

The smell of alcohol is so strong that you can smell it from afar.

"Ivan, you are doomed, your wife, your house, your cattle and sheep are all mine, hahaha......"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry."

The bottle turns, and it spins quickly in the middle.

The two big men didn't even look at it, they just raised their heads and drank heavily.

The bottle in the middle stopped turning, and the mouth of the bottle was facing one of them.

"Hahaha...... Ivan, you lost! ”

A big man pulls out a pistol.

"How could I lose? Hahaha...... If you lose, I'll do it myself. ”

The losing man grinned, pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on his head.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered out, and he beat himself to death.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhan's eyes widened: Is this the fighting nation?

Yes, this is the Fighting Nation.

The Russians are addicted to alcohol, and when they get drunk, they create their own Russian roulette, betting on their lives, and if they lose, they don't have to do anything with anyone else, they kill themselves with the strength of alcohol.

It's not stupid, it's tough, it's really tough.

The living drunk man held the bottle in his left hand and dragged the dead body by the collar with his right hand.

"It's an eye-opener."

Xiao Zhan sighed, this scene was indeed beyond his imagination.

In front of him was the Uss Bar, he touched the knife on his body, squinted his eyes and swept around, pressed the hat on his head, and slowly walked towards the Uss Bar.

"Bastard, this is my girl!"

"Didn't you see that I was on it? Get lost! ”

"Bang!"

"My fists are hard, the girl is mine, hahaha......"

“……”

There was a mess in the bar, drinking and drinking, playing with women, completely breaking the simplicity that Xiao Zhan originally thought.

It's smoky, it's vulgar, it's violent.

But this is a portrayal of the backward places under the borders of Russia, as long as you are drunk, you can go on as savagely as you like.

Walking in, Xiao Zhan passed by the drunks one by one and sat on the bar.

"Distinguished guest from afar, what wine do you need?" The bar owner asked.

"Water." Xiao Zhan said.

His eyes looked at the decorated wine cabinet in the bar, his pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a white skull mask with a line of Hanyu pinyin on it: The highest mountain.

"Whew...... Why don't you guests like to drink? The bar owner shrugged.

You guys?

Xiao Zhan saw that there was still a person sitting next to him, he picked up a glass of white water with an expressionless face, raised it slowly and took a sip gently.

In an instant, Xiao Zhan's eyelids jumped fiercely, and he felt unprecedented danger from this person's body!

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