In this world where it is easier to explode black technology, he believes that the road to magic science will be achieved sooner or later. Bai Mu poured chicken soup into everyone again, so that they could improve their efficiency, and sooner or later they would be promoted and raised to marry Bai Fumei.

Deputy Director Hill is still in the process of integrating this series of things, and the director, who thinks he works hard and loves to work, drinks tea and listens to songs at home and office, and by the way, considers the problems found in the last operation.

I still remember the scene of beating the bull'seye, just one buff is missing to make him kneel and call his father, the magician's physique is really not a strong point.

Despite his hard work and martial arts these days, he vowed to be as fierce as Gandalf. But in terms of identity, the noble magician and the director rolled up their sleeves to fight? The image and influence are always bad, shouldn't the normal picture be the director nodding his fingers and his subordinates bulldozing everything?

Looking up at the secretary who was secretly applying lipstick under the excuse of office, he didn't believe how tough these women who always wanted to love beautiful women could be when they were fighting.

"I'm looking for a few guys who can fight!" Bai Mu picked up his coat and put it on, otherwise he would still have to roll up his sleeves in the next situation, what kind of system would he become!

He tends to look for superhumans, ordinary people are too limited, limited in strength, and easy to die. Among transhumans, he favors mutants, and if there is a mutant who can become indestructible, or the ability to fight no matter how hard he is like Deadpool, it is a great tank.

"Sir!" The girls outside the office began to behave.

"There is a discrepancy between the inside and the outside, and the salary will be deducted." Bai Mu said that he had already seen their laziness, and a group of people suddenly deflated, and then he smiled: "Get out, go on a date after work!" ”

Sent away this group of stinky girls, and rejected some kind of hint of a war, rabbits don't eat the grass by the nest, otherwise how embarrassing will it be in the future? There's a lot of beauty in the outside world!

Called a few big agents, eight Escalades were connected in a line to go out, and Bai Mu in the car checked the information on the computer.

The authorities were able to use the intelligence systems of other units, and according to the relevant records, there were underground boxing arenas in Brooklyn, where many ruthless characters were inhabited.

In other words, it is very durable, and from time to time some transcendent humans will appear, and mutants are also regulars. As for why it wasn't ended? Refer to the principle that pirates cannot be killed.

For the existence that does not affect the ability of ordinary people, S.H.I.E.L.D. does not want to make enemies, usually registers and monitors, beware of some people one day on a whim and feel that the bank door can no longer block their iron fists.

Bai Mu had nothing to do after work, so he wanted to go to the black market to have a look. If it's interesting, bet a few bets, and if you can find the right fighter, it's naturally better.

The Escalade team, which couldn't keep a low profile, drove into Brooklyn. For the group of strangers who suddenly appeared, driving luxury cars, all of them in black suits with bad faces, those who let off the wind were nervous, and some people touched their weapons.

"Relax guys, I'm just here to play and entertain." Bai Mu came down from the back row and glanced at the group of nervous guys without any disdain.

His bodyguards warned: "If we want to make trouble, you can't even see what we look like, trust me." Now, fucking fuck off! ”

The tone is very unkind, if it were other situations or other people, it is estimated that they would be dragged out and beaten, but now weigh it, the black-clothed bodyguards in eight cars look like they are all extraordinary, and they are also carrying weapons.

"This way, please." In the end, someone sensible gave way.

Everyone walked to a private house, which was transformed into a cave, the stairs led to the basement, and after passing through the two doors, the vision suddenly opened up, and in the middle was a boxing ring surrounded by iron nets, and the audience was shouting wildly all around.

He had just finished a game when he came in, and the staff lifted a dying big man down, and the host shouted in an active atmosphere: "The final winner has been decided, let's congratulate him!" Congratulations to the winners! ”

"But tonight is clearly not enough! We want excitement, we want a heartbeat! Tonight's challenge to our 42-game victories is a rookie - Tank! ”

"Is he looking for death or is he impatient? Or is there a chance that it will work miracles for us? Audience, prepare your bills and screams! ”

Thrill-seeking gamblers wager with a lot of dollars in their hands, and those bewitching, exposed-dressed bunny girl waiters are busy shuttling through the crowd, selling all kinds of alcohol and medicine.

And at the entrance of the backstage passage, the super muscular big man with hormones, nicknamed Overlord, is shouting, "I'll crush his head the first time and eat his brain!" ”

The odds of the Overlord losing are very, very low, but there are still countless people vying to bet, not only betting on him to win, but also betting on how many games he will knock down his opponent and so on.

Compared with another foreign challenger, although there is not much difference in size, it is obviously not famous, nicknamed "tank", a tall man more than two meters tall, with a cigar in his mouth, and a calm and relaxed look.

Most of the bets on him are "able to hold on to a few rounds", and no one will think he wins, even though the odds have reached a super high level of five to one. But the physique of the overlord is simply not human, he has won all forty-two games, and whoever touches it will die!

"Interesting." Bai Mu snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard opened the box, which was full of large denominations of US dollars, attracting the attention of a group of people.

But this group of people in black with unkind faces doused the gang of guys who wanted to make trouble. Bai Mu pointed to the "tank" and said, "One million will press him to win." ”

The host shouted: "One million!! Oh, my God! There was a gentleman at the scene who was full of confidence in the tank and pressed him to win a million dollars! It was a real bombshell, and the tank began to have fans! ”

The people around who heard the sound turned their heads, and even the tank looked at him curiously. Bai Mu ignored these people, sat down with his arms crossed, and watched the play calmly surrounded by a group of black-clothed people.

Next to the tank, a figure of eight Latino muttered, "Damn late!" How did this guy kill it, and my odds dropped! ”

The agent asked the boss, "Do you think he can win?" ”

"I don't know, I just think the odds are very high, what if I win?" Bai Mu gave such an answer, winning or losing depends entirely on luck.

But he did have a feeling that the tank guy was not ordinary. Maybe it's because he has practiced too much spiritual magic, but his instincts are generally not bad.

The overlord obviously has the ability to mutate or mutants, and his physique is as strong as a cow, but the tank has the courage to fight against mutants, and there must be a few brushes, and the probability of being stupid to die is very low.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you lose, just watch the excitement. And if he wins, not only will he have money, but the result will not be that he wants to find the person who can fight the most?