The old Dongfeng truck, with its foul smell of inferior diesel smoke and a rumbling sound, slowly crawled forward and drove into a small barracks at a turtle speed close to crawling.

While Wang Qiang was pondering what kind of poverty it would be to be able to use this scrapped vehicle, the soldiers jumped out of the truck and shouted to herd Wang Qiang and the others into a cage-like arena hung with barbed wire.

Wang Qiang stroked his beard and glanced around the arena. I saw that there were many soldiers and bad-looking guys standing around, watching a scorching battle in the fighting arena.

The fighting arena, interesting.

"Wow, Brother Qiang, the beast fight in the cage, no, I'm going to experience it." Mulkang shouted happily.

At this time, in the fighting arena, two shirtless men were fighting each other, fists and feet were not exciting, both of them hung colors, and blood was smeared on their faces, showing even more fierceness.

What is more fierce than the two of them is the people in the audience who cheered loudly, groups of bloodthirsty men, Brother Qiang traveled all the way, and the settlement he saw was gloomy and sunset, which shows how confused people are about life and the future. However, when I walked here, I saw such a bloody scene.

Wang Qiang couldn't help but despise in his heart, these grandsons must be the army raised in the Kyoto settlement, I can't imagine that these fools don't have the courage to compete with zombies in the outside world, but they fight you to the death in this underground, what kind of hero is it?

Just as he was thinking, the soldier drove himself and everyone to a corner of the arena, and then warned: "Stay here honestly, run around and shoot immediately." ”

With that, the soldier ran to the side of the arena to report.

At this time, Wang Qiang found that many people who were originally paying attention to the battle were looking at his side, and pointed from time to time.

Look at Nimal Gobi!

Do you treat Lao Tzu as a commodity?

Wang Qiang stroked his beard, thinking about what to do next.

"Hey, Ryugo, what's next?" Wang Qiang asked.

"What else can I do, I can't help it. This is the black cage fighting arena in the Chaoyang settlement, which is a fighting activity carried out by soldiers stationed in Chaoyang District, and it is accompanied by huge bets. Long Wu hung his head.

It's actually a gambling fight here?!

Wang Qiang sighed, thinking that these soldiers and ruffians didn't have the ability to play balls, but they were good at messing around.

Wang Qiang rubbed his hands, thinking to himself whether he was educating them or educating them? At this time, the battle in the fighting arena was nearing its end, and one of them fought to the point of exhaustion, and was accidentally hit by another person in the leg bone!

Click!

A crunch!

The man who was kicked broke his calf at a right angle and fell to the ground screaming!

"Ah...... Ah, my feet! The man who was kicked and broke his leg screamed a few times, and he fainted directly in pain.

"This guy's fibula and tibia are broken, and it's a year before he wants to stand up and walk again." Wang Qiang has been in battle for a long time, and he can see the extent of his broken leg at a glance.

In the ring, the loser faints on the ground like a dead dog, while the winner has no extra kindness to pay attention to his opponent's injuries, but instead walks around the ring with his hands raised, earning enough eyeballs.

And in the face of this scene, what is even more chilling is the performance of the audience outside the fighting ring.

Most of these viewers applauded, and some cursed the losers in extreme anger, as if they were annoyed by the failure of their investment. There are even a few women who shamelessly take off their tops and rush to the victors on the stage to reveal their plump breasts to express their admiration for the strong.

These people not only have no sense of integrity, but also no conscience.

Wang Qiang's eyes were like knives, and he looked around angrily.

Subsequently, several strong men came to the stage to drag the fainting loser away, and used mops to wipe the blood from the ring. The victor, surrounded by his companions, went to the table in the front row of the cage to pick up a stack of bills, chose a woman who showed her breasts, and then left the scene honorably in the midst of the uproar.

"This is the Black Boxing City in the Chaoyang Settlement, these hills have nothing to do all day long, and they know how to fight and kill. The winner gets money and women, while the loser probably has little hope for the rest of his life. A voice whispered from behind Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang looked back and saw a short man hiding in an inconspicuous corner muttering, presumably also a native of the Chaoyang settlement.

"Shouldn't all the soldiers be in the Fengtai settlement?" Wang Qiang asked.

"At first glance, you are an outsider, those soldiers in the Fengtai settlement are all poor ghosts, and the guys with portals and connections will definitely not go to the Fengtai settlement. They will definitely stay in the Chaoyang Settlement and be powerful! Look at the people here, look at their faces, look at the money they hold in their hands, which one looks like he was hungry? Most of the soldiers here have deep backgrounds, which is why they dare to mess around like this. The short man said.

His words resonated, and another guy who was caught in the detention center also said: "These people openly hold black boxing rings in Chaoyang District, and then open gambling, many soldiers will participate, and it is common for them to be killed and maimed in the ring." Damn, how did the guys at the police station hook up with these Qiu Ba? ”

Wang Qiang came back to his senses: "What do you mean, we all have to go up and fight?" ”

The man replied, "What nonsense you say, we have all been brought here, and you think they will invite us to dinner?" ”

Wang Qiang stroked his beard, thoughtfully, Ma Le Gobi, he seemed to have jumped into the fire pit again.

Everyone was whispering that a new ring gamble had begun, and first a skinny man in a fancy dress walked into the fighting cage and took out a microphone and screamed, "Hey guys, welcome to the cage fight, today, we will have a big party!" Next, we invite the first player to play - Leng Jun! As we all know, Mr. Leng Jun is famous in the industry, and as an appetizer, Leng Jun will show us the art of martial arts. Below, let's take a look at the opponents of the cold army...... Ah, I don't know the name of Leng Jun's opponent, what about the person, he just came up from the detention center, I'll give him a number, number one. Next, I invite No. 1 to the stage. ”

As he spoke, a poor ghost standing in the corner of Wang Qiang was picked up by two soldiers and carried into the fighting ring.

This Nima obviously drove the ducks to the shelves, Wang Qiang stroked his beard, and paid attention to everything in front of him coldly.

The guy named Leng Jun standing on the stage is 1.85 meters tall, and the bulging muscles of his arms and chest are like the thick black roots of an old tree, giving people a sense of strength and explosive substance.

Looking at Leng Jun's exposed upper body, eight tightly arranged abdominal muscles, and a waist and abdomen where there is no trace of fat, Brother Qiang can see with his ass that this product is a natural fighter.

And the opponent of the Leng Army, the poor ghost who was caught and thrown into the fighting cage, is less than 1.7 meters tall, his thin body can be blown down by the wind when he stands on the stage, his pale and bloodless face, and his expression of neurotic collapse...... Similarly, Brother Qiang knows with his ass that a person of this size may not even be able to beat a pregnant woman.

This is a contest between a pitbull and a Chihuahua, but the bad taste came, these guys actually arranged such a ring match, and they were ashamed to offer the odds!

I saw the host holding the microphone and reading to a piece of paper: "Well, now after the deliberation of the referee team, the following odds will be offered." No. 1 can hold on to less than five seconds under the cold army's iron fist at odds of 1.15 to 1; No. 1 can hold on for five to ten seconds under the cold army's iron fist at odds of 1.5 to 1;No. 1 can hold on to ten to fifteen seconds under the cold army's iron fist at odds of 2.25 to 1; No. 1 can ......"

Before the host finished speaking, Leng Jun walked up to the trembling No. 1 and smashed it with a punch, directly knocking No. 1 to the ground.

The host was dumbfounded, according to the rules, he should read all the odds, then preside over the betting, and finally announce the start of the game, but it was all messed up.

"Leng Jun, how did you do it, do you understand the rules?" The host was a little depressed and reprimanded.

At this time, there were also bursts of whistles from the field, and it is estimated that the people watching the excitement were not satisfied.

"Don't fool me with these scum, I'm here just to fight for the real time, is it a waste of my time for you to let me fight this kind of?" Leng Jun was dissatisfied.

The host wiped his face helplessly, put down the microphone and whispered: "Wait a minute, arrange a few hard guys for you, now cooperate with us to make money, okay?" ”

Leng Jun nodded dissatisfiedly and walked back to the center of the platform.

And the soldiers drove one person out of Wang Qiang's group and caught up with the ring. Wang Qiang looked at it, I took a look, it was actually Mu Erkang who was "driven" into the ring!

Where would Brother Qiang not know that Mu Erkang was driven to the stage on his own initiative, and his hands were itching tightly, just like himself.

Brother Qiang stroked his beard and sighed: "It's lively now." ”

……

On the snow of the winding mountain road that year, Wang Qiang knew Mu Erkang and Liang Kun. At that time, Mulkang was a third-level genetic warrior, and now although he has lost the conditions for rating, it is believed that the genetic level of Mulkang, who has been honed for several years, is only higher than that of third-level. Mu Erkang is a professional bounty hunter with extremely rich combat experience, and his strength has long been undoubted after following him in the saddle over the years.

Do you know what a professional bounty hunter represents?

Most of the zombies in the area under the rule of the Huaxia Alliance have been reduced to disappear, why? In addition to the powerful blows of the regular army, the merits of the zombie bounty hunters cannot be erased!

It was the efforts of the bounty hunters that wiped out many zombies hiding in the shadows in exchange for living space in the south.

The person who can take on the work of a bounty hunter is not only a warrior, but also a survival expert, and there is no doubt about this, because if you can't do it well, you will have been ruthlessly eliminated by the profession long ago.

Today, the north has not yet developed a genetic drug, and in this land, Mulkang is the only few genetic warriors. Although Mu Erkang was not lucky enough to get the genetic ability, the evolution of the body of the third-level genetic warrior is far from being comparable to that of ordinary people!

In other words, the power of Mulkang is not something that those who indiscriminately modify their bodies can understand.

"Erkang, come on!" Wang Qiang shouted.

Mu Erkang smiled confidently at Brother Qiang, and said in his heart, Finally, it is my turn to pretend to be forced.

I saw Mu Erkang standing on the cage fighting platform, going around the arena like a star, waving to the audience, that expression made Leng Jun and the host of the boxing ring standing in the center of the stage stunned.

Similarly, Mulcon's self-confidence was exchanged for a huge boo and laughter, and it was clear that everyone regarded Mulkang as a grandstander.

"Host, what are the odds of my brother winning?" Mulkan asked, pointing to himself.

The host was a little stunned, thinking to himself that this guy was worried that he would live too long?

Out of good self-cultivation, the host still took the small piece of paper from the referee's hand and read: "No. 2 player, your odds ......"

Mu Erkang interrupted the master's words unhappily, and snatched the host's microphone, and opened his mouth to correct: "Who is the number two, you are the big one, you are only the second!" Remember, my brother has a name, my brother's name is Mu Erkang, remember it clearly for my brother, and then dare to say that my second brother will poke your eyes. ”

As he spoke, Mu Erkang rubbed his two fingers in front of the host, so frightened that the host hurriedly covered his eyes.

For this reason, there was another burst of laughter from the audience.

After a while, the host stabilized his mind and said in a threatening tone: "Mu Erkang, if you threaten me again, you will be disqualified." ”

This time it was Mulkang's turn to be confused!

Is it good that I was caught, as if I really want to compete. Mu Erkang is not a fool, he simply punched the host in the face.

"Oops!" The host covers his eyes, but avoids the fact that he can't turn into panda eyes.

"I'm beating you, disqualify me!" Mu Erkang said affectionately.

The host spurted out a mouthful of old blood, thinking that this thing was clearly here to make trouble!

At this time, a middle-aged man in a tweed military uniform with a dignified face waved his hand and said something to the officers on standby beside him.

I saw that the officer had the order, walked quickly to the ring, opened the cage and entered it, directly replacing the work of the host.

"I now announce that the fight between Leng Jun and Mulkang will start in five minutes. The odds of a two-man win are 12 to 1, the odds of Mulkang being knocked down in five seconds are 1.5 to 1, the odds of five to ten seconds are 2.5 to 1, and the odds of more than ten seconds are 1 to 4. ”

After the announcement, the officer pointed to a bundle of bills on a table under the ring and said, "Whoever of you wins, the money will go to him." ”

Mu Erkang nodded, shook his head again, and said to the officer: "Big brother, I said that your odds are unscientific." ”

The officer sneered: "What, do you think it's low or high?" ”

Mu Erkang gestured at Leng Jun and said, "I think he held on for ten seconds under his brother's fist...... It's difficult. ”

The officer sneered: "I think you are delirious, Leng Jun, wait for him to sober up, and help him re-understand the world by the way." ”

With that, the officer turned and left the ring, locking the exit.

"Only one of the two of you can get out of the cage standing." The officer finally said.

A group of high-ranking officials sitting in the audience were whispering, among which the middle-aged high-ranking official wearing a tweed coat clapped his palms, and his subordinates behind him handed over a large suitcase.

The middle-aged high-ranking official took out ten bundles of banknotes from the suitcase, threw them on the table, and then said: "One hundred million, crush the cold army to win!" ”

An old man shrouded in cotton clothes sitting next to a middle-aged high-ranking official smiled: "Is Xiao Wu so optimistic about Leng Jun, I'm with 100 million!" ”

And another old man in a military uniform who was sitting next to the old man with silver hair took out a bundle of money and said: "Leng Jun killed my person last time, this time I will find a bad luck, 10 million, buy that Muerkang!" ”

"I buy ......"

The sound is endless, and the bets are fast and fast, but the vast majority of people have bought Leng Jun, resulting in lower and lower odds for later payouts.

The referee then rang the bell to start the fight.

"There are no rules, no rounds, life or death, until the winner is decided, let's start!" The referee shouted.

As the bell rang, in the ring, the Leng army launched an attack on Mulkang.

Sure enough, the fists of the Leng Jun, who had studied fighting, looked like two pile drivers, and the left hand and right hand brushed and brushed the pile like a pile drive to hit Mu Erkang, and the movements were vigorous and powerful, which was simply breathtaking.

This set of fast straight punch combinations is Leng Jun's specialty boxing technique, the interval between the two fists is only 0.07 seconds, and the offensive formed is wave after wave, and ordinary people don't want to survive under the shadow of the wave of fists!

For the sake of odds, for money, and for honor, the cold army is a killer feature.

If you change people, it is estimated that under the combination of the cold army's straight punches, at most you will only have to support the end, and it will inevitably be defeated.

But Mulkan didn't.

Wang Qiang stroked his beard and paid attention to the battle, if it was on his own, according to his own way of fighting, he would definitely not give this guy a chance to show off, he would definitely strike first and knock him to the ground directly!

But Mu Erkang is obviously not himself, and Mu Erkang's fighting style is also different from his own, so Mu Erkang's choice is also different.

In the face of the stormy offensive, Mu Erkang even raised his fist to meet it!

Like a drummer, Mu Erkang rounded his fist and punched Leng Jun.

This is good, one piles and one drums, the two of them are-for-tat, fist to fist, and directly greet the body!

Leng Jun can punch fifteen times with both hands in a second, and he is obviously already a leader in the use of speed and strength, but in front of Mu Erkang, this speed is still not enough, Mu Erkang's fists are faster and more powerful, so within a short time of the two fighting, Mu Erkang hit Leng Jun several punches.

The master made a move, and it was immediately clear, and in just three seconds, the dragon spirit and the fierce cold army pounced, fell to the ground and convulsed.

Mulkan retracted his fist, flicked the leather robe that had been tossed by the fist wind, and made a triumphant gesture under the stunned expressions of everyone.

Wang Qiang stroked his beard, thinking to himself Erkang, Erkang, even if Ziwei is married, you are still so sassy.

There was silence in the audience, and many people didn't even understand what was going on, and the battle was over.

Someone dropped their glasses on the ground, someone was paralyzed, someone was petrified, someone fainted...... What an astonishing result!

The battle took only three seconds!

It's just three seconds!

But!

It took everyone thirty seconds to come to their senses and convince themselves to recognize this fact.

Outcry!

There was an uproar!

Everyone who was awake screamed one after another, as if all this was unbelievable in front of them.

"! Masters! A soldier said.

"Since ancient times, people have produced masters, and this is what they say!"

"Leng Jun is so powerful, he lost like this!"

……