During this period, the United States had a very developed industry, far from being comparable to the newly injured China, but Jin Muxuan was hard, and in the near future, my Shenzhou will be the chief in the world.

The three of them were in a police car, which was the bus of the police station, and they couldn't imagine that they could still be a police car in the United States, Jin Muxuan couldn't help but feel novel.

Along the way, Jason was very talkative, always chattering on the side, talking about the Great Wall one moment, and talking about Afang Palace the next moment, which made Jin Muxuan look at him in surprise, I didn't expect this old man to know a lot about China.

With Jason as his company, the journey is not boring, but Jin Muxuan's heart is not here, but thinking about something vigorous, and he is going back with a ride.

After driving for about half an hour, the police car came to the entrance of Reagan Street, and Jin Muxuan and Qigong got out of the car, because the two of them came to negotiate and save people, so it was naturally inconvenient to take Jason, not to mention that they came in a police car, Jin Muxuan didn't dare to use his life as a bargaining chip.

"Jason, thank you so much."

Jin Muxuan shook hands with Jason, and only after saying goodbye did he look at this street, compared to the street outside, this is an uphill section, and there are not many people, and I also know from Jason that this street has a nickname, called Night Street.

Because, on both sides of the road, there are bars and entertainment restaurants all the way, and at night, it is crowded with people, even cars can't pass, and few drivers are willing to come here.

Those people are drunk and naturally make trouble, if you drive here at night, you may encounter something unlucky, but it is only nearly six o'clock, and there are not too many people here.

And Jason did treat Jin Muxuan as if he was here to play, otherwise. How did he choose this street, it was all a coincidence.

Jin Muxuan took out his notebook and flipped through it, compared the address, and vigorously told Lin Xiaofang that his address was 1314 Reagan Street, and where he was standing now. It is more than 200, and it is estimated that there is still a long way to go.

The two began to look for the past according to the house number, and gradually Jin Muxuan turned into a small alley, which was also Reagan Street, but it seemed a little remote, Jin Muxuan frowned.

"Uncle Hong, if we encounter something for a while, let's not do it, this place is too weird. Moreover, the United States is flooded with guns, and almost all people are soldiers at this time. ”

Hearing this, the Seven Princes responded: "Got it." ”

At the mouth of the alley was No. 1308, Jin Muxuan and the two went deeper, and soon a black man came out of the dark passage with a machine gun.

"Who?"

Jin Muxuan raised his hands at the moment and said calmly: "We are from China, looking for my friends." He was brought here by you. ”

"Oh, it's you. Come on in. When the black man heard this, he didn't embarrass Jin Muxuan, but pushed open an iron door behind him.

Jin Muxuan and Qigong looked at each other and nodded, and the two walked in, and after entering, Jin Muxuan found that there was something else in it.

If you look at it from the outside building. I wouldn't have thought that there was actually a ring underground, and I didn't need to guess that Jin Muxuan also knew what these people were engaged in. It seems to be an underground black fist, which is very popular in the United States.

At the same time, it also means that Yang Dali and his master, the person who provoked him was a person in the underworld, Jin Muxuan was vigilant in his heart, if the leader here was reasonable, it would be fine, if he was unreasonable, he would be in big trouble.

With some trepidation, he followed the black man to a room inside, where there were only a few chairs and a log table, on which were stacked some melon shells, and many cards were scattered on the floor, apparently the rest room where he worked.

"You guys wait here for a while, I'll go and inform the boss now, I'm sure our boss will be back soon." The black man said to the two.

Jin Muxuan nodded, only to see that after the black man walked out, he closed the door, and then, Jin Muxuan and Qigong heard the sound of locking from the outside, and the two were imprisoned.

The corners of Qigong's mouth curled slightly, and he said disdainfully: "Hehe, Yangmaozi is quite arrogant." ”

"People are under the roof, they have to bow their heads, just bear with it." Jin Muxuan smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, this was a lounge, not a cell, at most the two of them felt aggrieved, and about half an hour later, they heard the sound of unlocking outside.

The black man came back again, took out a black bag, threw it on the table, and then said to Jin Muxuan: "You two bring the contents of the bag, and then, I will take you to meet the boss." ”

After Jin Muxuan opened the bag when he heard this, he saw that there were two shackles inside, and then, there were two bags under his eyes, obviously because the other party didn't want Jin Muxuan to know his location.

Qigong's face was uncertain, and he was locked up, and he was not a prisoner, so he asked him to bring this thing.

Jin Muxuan naturally found out and said apologetically: "Uncle Hong, I owe you this time." ”

Qigong looked at Jin Muxuan with a sincere expression, thought of Jin Muxuan's father again, and sighed slightly: "In this life, even if I owe you father and son." ”

After saying that, he picked up the shackles and baked them on his hands.

With a "click" sound, Qigong's hands were clasped firmly, and Jin Muxuan also picked up another shackle and fastened it when he saw this, and the black man saw this before covering the two of them with the bags under his eyes.

After that, Jin Muxuan and the two passed through the back door here, got into a car, and left the underground boxing stadium, he didn't know, only from the time the two came here, they were targeted, and there were many pinhole cameras in the underground boxing stadium.

In the manor, which is about six kilometers away from here, a middle-aged man about two meters tall with golden hair is leaning on the sofa, tasting the red wine in his hand, and looking at Jin Muxuan on the screen.

smiled at a white-haired old man on the side: "What's the matter, you lost the bet." ”

The white-haired old man smiled grimly: "I can't imagine that these two people are so soft, even if you win, at most the fat boy doesn't have to die." ”

It turned out that the two were betting just now that if Jin Muxuan and Qigong did not buckle the shackles, but resisted or even subdued the black man, it would be the white-haired old man who won, and at that time, the white-haired old man would ask for Yang Dali's limbs, which could be described as extremely cruel.

Of course, this middle-aged man naturally bets that Jin Muxuan will not resist, and now that everything is clear, the two continue to talk.

Jin Muxuan would never have imagined that the person he was going to negotiate would be such two ruthless characters, worthy of being the people behind the opening of the underground black boxing.

After getting into the car, Jin Muxuan couldn't remember how many turns the car had turned, and in the first hour, he had to go around almost every now and then, and it seemed that the boss was very far away from the underground boxing ring. (To be continued......)