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The place where all virgins yearn for it, in striptease halls peculiar to the capitalist country of America.

The neon lights spread the whole room in a flickering light, and the whole dance hall was filled with the screams of women's debauchery and the strong smell of alcohol, like a scene of bright lights and wine.

John? Preston lifted the "Blue Enchantress" on the bar and drank it down.

Having just returned from Africa from a business, he was now washing away the smell of blood and murder with alcohol and women.

True, Preston is not an ordinary person, he is a professional mercenary. Retired from the U.S. Navy SEALs, he could have relied on those retirement funds to live a comfortable and happy life.

But after a trip to Las Vegas, he realized that he had to find a job after looking at the maxed out bank cards.

However, as a veteran who survived the Iraq War, finding a job is naturally more difficult for Preston, except for killing people, he doesn't seem to have any other specialties, as for delivering food, being a waiter, just kidding, do you think a veteran will endure this humiliation!

In desperation, Preston had no choice but to become a mercenary, because of his proud resume, he was also prosperous in the mercenary world.

But his good fortune seems to have run out today. The two black buddies glanced at Preston at this time, exchanged glances with each other, and gradually approached him quietly. Apparently they were attracted by Preston's bulging wallet.

"Hi buddy!" A black lad slapped his hand on Preston's shoulder.

Preston looked at the hand on his shoulder, frowned, and said drunkly, "Black pig, if you don't take your hooves back immediately, I'll stuff your head into your py!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, the black guy in front of him picked up the wine glass on the bar and smashed it towards Preston's head.

Although the experienced Preston was a little drunk, the instinct tempered by so many years of life-and-death fighting on the battlefield saved his life, only to see him quickly lower his head, dodge the headshot attack of the glass, and quickly grabbed the black guy's hand on his shoulder with his right hand, and then quickly cut into it, using his hips against the position of the black guy's waist, pulling the other party towards himself, and then using the lever principle, the opponent fell out of his back.

A beautiful over-the-shoulder fall, the black guy was thrown directly into the bar by Preston, and before Preston could say anything, another black guy suddenly moved, he picked up the seat next to him and smashed it hard behind Preston.

Preston, who was a little dazed, didn't notice the backblow behind him at all, and was smashed right at once. Then the black guy stepped forward quickly, and his right hand was stealthily pressed towards Preston's stomach. There is a way to break the bricks and bricks, and no matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of a knife. Unsuspected, Preston only felt that his eyes were dark and unconscious.

Icytic, damp, stinging.

A sudden, sharp pain woke Preston, and when he tried to open his eyes, Preston realized that he was in the alley next to the strip hall, and the coldness of his body touching the ground made him know that he must have been stripped naked and thrown to the ground.

The pain in his lower abdomen grew stronger, and Preston struggled to touch his stomach with his hand. The place where his fingers touched was sticky, and then a cold knife was stuck straight into his stomach. The smell of blood filled the entire alley.

Damn, I didn't die on the battlefield, but in the alley! Preston cursed fiercely, he was well versed in human body structure and knew that he must not move at this time, and any slight movement could cause the knife on his stomach to cut his internal organs. Although the wound was blocked by the knife, the blood still kept flowing out of the subtle gaps, and if it continued to develop at this rate, either he would go into shock and die because of the continuous loss of blood, or he would crawl out and ask for help, causing his internal organs to be cut by the knife and hemorrhage to death.

The situation suddenly fell into a dilemma. As time slowly wore on, Preston felt his consciousness gradually begin to blur, which he knew was caused by massive blood loss in a short period of time, and after a while he would lose consciousness completely and die.

"Ding~ Want revenge? Do you want to see your enemies confess before you? YES/NO！ An icy voice rang in Preston's ears.

Preston, who had begun to lose consciousness, tried to open his slightly pale lips, but at this moment he was speechless, and the coldness and weakness of his hands and feet made him nod weakly.

In the next second, the people who had been lying quietly waiting to die in the gloomy alley disappeared in an instant, leaving only a pile of blood and a sharp knife that flashed with cold light.

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The dim lights, the spurting blood, the constantly waving fists, and the flesh flying everywhere all tell people that this is an underground black boxing arena.

The competition here does not have the scoring points commonly used in ordinary fighting matches, and there is no traditional sense of "point to point". The fight between two fighters is a real life-and-death contest, and their only purpose is to bring the other person down, and in order to achieve this, the fighters will do anything to achieve this. The only rule in this place is "no rules!" ”

The emcee in a black dress was boasting about the two contestants who were about to fight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fighter on my left is a Blackstone fighter from the Congo in Africa, he has a record of 7 wins and 0 losses in his previous fights, and his defense against his opponent in every previous fight can be regarded as a rock, until he exhausts his opponent's physical strength, he will kill the opponent with one blow, which can be said to be a new dark horse in the black fist fight!" As he spoke, the master of ceremonies pointed his left hand at the strong black man beside him.

A strong black man with slightly curly short hair bare his strong chest, and the two strong muscles on his chest are like jujube wood boards, and the purple oil is shining.

"On my right-hand side is the two-time Black Fist Fighting Tournament champion, the Giant Bear, the butcher of terror from Belarus! It is said that every time the giant bear knocks down an opponent, it will break the opponent's left hand, which is really exciting! The master of ceremonies said in a morbid voice.

A strong white man over 190 tall with chest hair walked out like an iron tower, his sturdy appearance as if it had been made of pig iron, and the muscles of his whole body were as hard as bread from the oven.

From time to time, the audience whistled and shouted loudly.

"Giant bear, tear that to shreds!"

"I'm betting a lot on me to beat this Africana in one round."

The master of ceremonies hurriedly waved his hand to signal that the game was about to start, calming the restless crowd.

With the bell ringing of the emcee who stepped off the stage, the two boxers immediately collided violently. Without the flashy moves of the movies we usually watch, both of them desperately attacked each other's key parts such as the head, abdomen, and lower body.

The fist without gloves hits the flesh, making that muffled sound of "bang bang bang ~". When the audience saw this scene, they couldn't help but shout loudly, "Hit", "Hit", "Kill him!" "Tear him to shreds".

It didn't take long for Kuroishi to seem unable to withstand the attack of a fist as big as a giant bear's casserole, and his proud strong muscles were simply vulnerable to the opponent's distance. After another left hook from the giant bear, Blackstone finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, his mouth gasping for air.

The audience in the audience became more and more excited, and their scarlet eyes kept shouting "Go! "Go and break his hand!" Words like that.

The bear seemed to enjoy the cheers of the audience, and he rushed to the edge of Blackstone, pulled him up by the hair of the fallen Blackstone, and then grabbed his head and slammed it into his knees. His action also immediately made the audience scream, and even many people applauded loudly.

After three consecutive hits, the bear's hand finally let go of Blackstone's hair, turned around, raised his right foot sharply, and then stomped Boulder's right hand.

With a crisp sound of "click", the boulder, who was originally unconscious, wailed and woke up. And the giant bear's action caused the audience to cheer, and many noblewomen even covered their red lips, as if the giant bear's slam just now made them unprecedentedly satisfied.

The giant bear raised his hands in the air, let out a howl like a trapped beast, announcing the end of the game, this is the staff of the boxing stadium acted quickly, several workers chose to throw the black stone on the stretcher like throwing garbage, while still muttering, "What broke the black stone, wasted 100 pieces of Lao Tzu." After saying that, he spat fiercely at the black stone on the stretcher.

Several people carried the injured black stone to the next door, and after a while, a special doctor would naturally come to check his injuries.

His left hand was completely broken, and Heishi looked at his left hand, feeling a little sad than dead. He knew that his life was completely over.

"Ding~ Do you have to have a different life first? Want to make up for your regrets? Want to have a healthy body? YES/NO？ A mechanical voice uttered seductive words that rang in Blackstone's ears.

The sluggish Black Stone nodded blankly, like an ignorant mortal who had been tempted by the devil to sign a contract.

"Huh? What about the injured fighter? The doctor looked at the empty room and scratched his head not knowing what was happening.

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